I glanced south. Where had they come from? They marched across open sand with no dunes to give them cover.Faoril pulled out a vial of cum and downed i.... “Thrak, you can handle them, right?” She pointed at the regrouping riders.“Easily,” I grinned, marching across the sand, my heart beating with exhilaration. “Go wrap up those from the south with your magic. No need to prop up my fragile ego any longer.”Faoril laughed and turned. Wind swept around her and lifted her into the air. She soared to. “Mmm,” she moaned as I slid my fingers down my very first cunt.Eager to see what I was playing with, I pulled down her shorts and panties. The first thing that hit me was the intoxicating aroma, nothing like a boys’ changing room or my balls. A unique scent that begged me to get closer; a strong yet delicate fragrance, a mix of musk and passion, femininity and desire - totally unique and desirable.Looking down I caught my first glimpse of a woman. She had a full mound of light brown pubes. I took a deep breath. If I walked away now, all of this was for nothing. One round with me, and she’d go free and be none the wiser to who I was. She truly was a sacrifice, and as I stepped to nestle my body between her spread legs, I realized it was a sacrifice I was willing to make.They began to chant “One of us! One of us!” In a deep booming unison. As I dropped my pants to my ankles I promised to not enjoy it. But as I looked at the girls perfect fuckable body, I figured if it was going to. Cullen had always been a dilemma. Not hot, by any means, she was nonetheless pretty in a Tiffany Theissen, Rachel Wiess kind of way. She had short black hair, big eyes, and a chipper personality. She wore only the frumpiest, middle-aged mother kinds of clothes: plain dresses, colorless slacks and shirt outfits, shorts and sleeveless shirts in the summer that made her look straight out of a family sitcom. Yet ever so often, I'd see a flash of a smile, a dart of the eyes, hear a snicker or snort.