I'd had designs on her myself. Still, it seemed awfully selfish to reserve every good-looking girl to myself. And she and Stu had been friends in grad... school. It would probably take very little influence to make her think that dating Stu was a really good idea. Maybe even none."That's a good choice," I said, after a bit. "I'll talk to her tomorrow, to make sure there's no problem, and let you know." Terrific!" Stu beamed. He punched my arm lightly. "You're a great friend, John."At this point. Camp minstrels and storytellers turn every enemy warrior into a giant, troll, ogre or demon."Mazara said in all seriousness, "You don't make a sword that can melt through iron and penetrate rock to kill a man." Those dragon creatures are not demons. They are flesh and blood ... and not all that troublesome. Why go to the effort of making special swords to hunt them? A spear would work better anyway." Your dragons were not hunted. They were created to be ridden on the battlefield by beings much. Fortunately this works on Terra. I am six feet one inches tall. My weight is 195 pounds my hair is a chocolate brown color and my eyes a very changeable hazel color. I can blend in easily without many alterations to my physiology. I have one problem that NO ONE at the Institute even began suspect, (I am doing research before first contact so some things come as a surprise.) My race lost its tail through evolution when we began to walk up-right; however we kept the pheromone gland at the base of. I put a spell on you. Do you feel it?”She shuddered, blinking back the growing tears. A smile crossed her lips. “I do, Mistress. I love you so much.”“Prove it. Make me cum on those lips. Make me scream.”“Yes, Mistress.”She buried her face back into my pussy, licking so hard. I moaned, shuddering and grinding against her passion. Bimbos were so stupid. I loved it. She would believe anything, just like Annalee did. I groaned as her tongue dived through my folds.Then she brushed my clit. I.