“Let’s hurry up, Masterwork Craft.”I glared daggers at him.He just smiled before planting a kiss on the mouth. I shuddered, the feel of his lips...sending a hot ripple through me. Then I groaned as he guided me forward, the rest of our family following along behind him.“Why do you say ‘incorrectly’ called an imbuer?” I demanded as we followed Journeyman Carsina around the corner.“Because it’s such an imprecise term. You don’t imbue, you empower.”I blinked. “What?”“Inside your soul is energy, a. I wanted to sink my teeth into them. I wanted to bend her over and sink something else into them. She was made for this fashion show. She was made for sex. She was made for me and I wanted her.I was done watching the show. If there was more, I didn't care. A man's got to know his limitations. She was walking past me very closely and I simply grabbed her wrist and pulled her down into my lap. She gave up the model aloofness, smiled and turned to kiss me almost as soon as she landed. I bit her. It can't be him. It must be a coincidence. She moved behind a tree and stared at the campsite. Then he came out of the tent. It was him. She felt another little shiver. She was very surprised to see him there. She watched him move around his campsite for a while, and let some of the thoughts in the back of her head have free reign for a few moments. It was fun, but part of her was annoyed, this was supposed to be "her" weekend.She snuck away from the tree and back to her campsite, all the while. She sighed, looking at him with lust as he entered her over and over again. She was cold, but she felt so hot by his manhood. Her bare feet were flat on the cold metal of her hood as her brother’s penis drove in and out of her eager vagina. ‘Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!’ her moans were loud enough to be heard on the street, and through the window where the man watched. Her arms were by her sides, her hands grasping at her car, but gripping nothing as his long dick slid in and out of her body.