Ava yearned for me, but she still craved that bastard. We were hardly more than trumped up merchants. “Cum in me, brother mine!” She locked her glassy eyes on me. I squirmed more and more on his lap, his dick throbbing against my belly. We defeated all her agents. We were hardly more than trumped up merchants. Pater’s magnificent cock, I’m going to cum!”
“Good,” I groaned, thrusting harder. A purr rumbled from my throat. He could never be allowed to create another monstrosity. She moaned out in wordless passion, a song of such gorgeous rapture. She had the pale skin of a Zeutchian milkmaid, her eyes bright blue in the passing torchlight. “Is something wrong, Sven?”
“Nothing, sister dear,” I said, putting on a smile. I just had to give the Paragon, this servant of the dead Biomancer Vebrin, what she craved.
