"The Necromancer cast some type of Shape-shifting and Mind Control spell on him. If I were to guess, it is designed to transform adventurers and turn...them away from war. A rather subversive method, but very effective." "But the Necromancer is dead! Why is he still changing?" "Ah, well, you see ... All magical spells must run their course if they are not canceled. Normally the Necromancer would have continued channeling magic into the spell, accelerating its effects, but with his death,. My hand began to slide between her legs but she stopped it, unwilling to cross that line just yet. I continued to tease and stimulate her nipples while moving my mouth to her neck. I started nibbling and kissing her neck right where it meet her shoulder, sending shivers through her body as I did. I felt her hand slide over my pants and begin rubbing my cock through my jeans. I took a chance and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, leaving only a thing layer of underwear covering my cock. She. Brenda knew there was a second reason; for Master to observe direct evidence of his control over her. Brenda kept her mouth wide open, breathing heavily as drool ran out of the corners of her mouth and dripped off her chin onto the horse. Master stood directly in front of Brenda, his hard cock inches from her face. She stared at his cock in anticipation. Another part of her training was to wait until Master initiated contact between his cock and her mouth. Master waited a moment, then moved. Her warm pussy juices now flowing, he moves down in between her legs and she spreads them for him. His hands on her thighs push back and he licks her juices and he starts moaning his hot breath on her. He sucks in her thick nectar. Her hand on his head, grabbing his hair, she pulls him in closer. His tongue finds her swollen nub and he plays with it slowly. His teasing and playing sends her into orgasmic oblivion. Her moans ease but her breathing is still heavy. Jack turns her over onto her.