Hannah had always occupied the bottom. Lucy was struggling to stifles her growing self pleasure. The pricks of bodily pussy delight. The wet slushy sl...tty texture of her self- wetness under her engaged fingers. Near her clit, so sensitive, so responsive, so delicately tender and yet she kept coming back near it and occasionally directly to it. She couldn’t stifle the moans even with her mouth shut. The pleasure was too giddyingly intoxicating to hold especially the tickly nearly irritating. This time the turrets only added more damage and no kills.Sonic fired on the Trebuchet for more damage and then had to deal with the Dragon pilot running up and punching her mech. Medusa was able to get a good lock on the rear of the Dragon and destroyed it’s right torso and then added more damage to the Trebuchet.The turrets had some very good luck by damaging and knocking down the Dragon and it’s pilot suffered lethal damage in the fall. So another mech out of the battle. They also ripped the. Peaceful happy shades gladly waiting for the next adventure.Others saw the end result of lives spent in gossip. Gibbets hung with twisting figures, trying to speak but weights hung from lying tongues prevented it. They too were in line for the next adventure. Will they hold their tongues?Figures missing heads, but holding on to the Goddess, burnt and battered ancestors, murdered by the religions of man and greed.The fire was lit, the blessings given, the dead released to be sought next. " She looked at me, glaring at me in her drunkenness. “Oh I’ll keep you awake,” she said, pushing at my legs with her stocking feet. I did the same. It felt so good to stretch after sitting curled up for so long. We stretched together, with our toes straining to out due the other. I pushed; she pushed, like a tug of war for the clinically intoxicated. Her foot nestled my inseam and under my butt for just a moment during her longest stretch, as if she was challenging me to a duel. I did the same.