Have a seat here, in front of me, so I can see you better."Pam looked at her, arrogance now totally gone from her expression. She slowly smoothed her ...kirt and sat upright on the low stool. Her blue eyes never left Miranda's face as she clutched her purse on her knees. "What do you want from me?" she stammered.Miranda sat up and reached for her wine glass, ignoring the question."Closer, move in so that we can talk face to face," she said softly.Pam slowly slid the ottoman forward another foot. The small, clay jar tumbled through the air. The first guard stepped around the corner and the jar smacked him in the face. It shattered. The alchemical ingredients reacted to the air. Purple smoke exploded.“Vedr's queef,” the guard grunted before he collapsed in a metallic heap, his partisan skittering across the floor.A second guard burst out of the mist, coughing and choking. He took a step, shaking his head. He tried to catch himself on the wall. The metal of his gauntlet scraped against. ”“I couldn’t let whatever the hell it was out.” I answered. “Oonagh might have won, but at least humanity and the other sentient races would be alive, even if slaves. That thing was hunger personified and it was only in that chamber that I stood a chance of stopping it, so I decided to do that.”“Even at the cost of your life?” Jerry questioned.“A price I was prepared to pay, trusting that those I loved would survive the hell of Oonagh’s reign to come,” I replied.“You know nothing of Hell,”. I arch my back and push them towards you, forcing them into your mouth, pressing hard against your lips. You are thrusting long even strokes, moving within me. I feel you getting close, you are so close....I can tell by the feel of your body against me, the grunts I hear in your throat and by your breathing, hard uneven breaths. You are sucking onto my tit, sucking hard to the point it almost hurts but at that moment, it feels so good.My own hands on my clit, rubbing hard and fast as you.