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A nearby mage set the pair of them aflame, and I released control of the ranger as his pain became unbearable to me. They went down in a withering dance of fire, their screams echoing in the street. Zander was locked in combat with the remaining three mages, countering their spells as he flung his own attacks from his hand and staff. He gained the upper hand, killing two mages with a disintegration spell and forcing the last to the ground. Then there was an arrow in his thigh, and he crumpled to his knees, clutching at the imbedded haft. Brock threw his spear at the ranger, and the missile carried its victim ten feet before pinning him to the wall. The remaining rangers harried the orc with volley after volley, and he picked up the closest one to indian use as a screaming meat-shield as he came sprinting back to us. I tried to cover his retreat by connecting minds with one of the rangers, but my attention was too divided. Elena was lying weakly against the wall, attempting to pull the arrow out of her shoulder. “A Nadi arrow.” She grunted, looking at the bloodless wound, “Who…” I didn’t have time to ponder the mystery, for that very second, Brock came crashing down, carried forward by a propulsion spell cast by the final mage. He landed on the poor ranger he was carrying, and the man splattered like a watermelon across the cobblestones. Prestira finally unlocked the door, and pushed me inside. I ran out and threw Elena through the door as Brock barreled through it. “Get in!” Prestira screamed. “Zander!” I screamed back. I rushed over to the wizard, and the world exploded. My ears rang, I saw stars, my head met the cobblestones. Debris rained down on me, chips of brick too small to be called rocks. I saw elven boots stepping before us. The mage lifted the unconscious Zander off the ground as the rangers bound Prestira’s hands together behind her back, forcing her fingers together so that she couldn’t cast a spell. A familiar face filled my vision. Where had I seen that face before? It was shrouded by a ranger’s cowl, but the features were discernable. Such austere features they were, the elven beauty weathered by years of hardship. “Princess Yavara Tiadoa?” Head-ranger Adarian asked, Hardcore kneeling to my level. I weakly shook my head. Adarian pressed my cheeks together and forced my mouth open. Even in my compromised state, I felt a flutter in my nethers. Run, fight, kill, fuck; those old primal instincts comingling once more. He reached to his belt and pulled out a satchel, powder clinging to the fabric. I shot Non Nude into his mind and took control of him. I felt his shock, and then I felt his horror as I reached down with his hand and grasped his blade. I made him bring it to his throat. I’m sorry, Elena. “All of you, get on the ground!” A commanding voice cut through the air. Forty armed humans encircled the eight of us. The rangers put down their arms and raised their hands, dropping to their knees. I let go of Adarian’s mind, and dropped my head in strengthless surrender. The necklace was really nice and the money, too. Mine was math. She was now afraid this would mean she indian would go back to the cage. She suckled with such hungry need. "OK." I say with tears. Her pussy had fresh cum leaking out of it. “I really fucked you senseless, huh?” Lily giggled, then unsteadily unstrapped the harness from her body. It says here $35.9 million. “There are meltdowns.” I asked my father if he would like to fuck us whenever he wanted, of course, he said “yes.” I then asked him if he Hardcore minded if other people fuck mom, which he didn't have a problem with. The hand holding her head down changed as Non Nude the person grabbed her cuffed wrist and brought it across the back of her body to close the other cuff around her other wrist. Leecam, were you watching the tournament last night?” He started to protest “Come on man, just some pictures. He said that we need to invest about $250,000 on security right now. "It's not slowing enough, I