...Please....don't stop! Oh!... Sam had been standing there watching in disbelief, Watching this perverse, sadistic, and then to her amazement a plea...urable event unfold? In the back ground Trina could hear Napoleon tell the men to quit fucking her and to hold her legs as wide apart as they could. At first she was disappointed and started to bitch at them to continue this glorious fucking something she had never experienced before. She felt the hydraulic forks of the truck lower. He was like a rocket primed for blast off and with her eyes open wide he fired. She could tell she could feel the blast of his jets hitting her deep in her womb. Her legs locked him in deep contact and he emptied himself fully into her but still she clasped him to her, in her. Long after his hardness had subsided, he still felt the tunnel of her womanhood pulsing and sucking from him every drop of his climax. He looked at her with awe and wonder until the urge to give to her as she had given to. She persuaded the king to be more patient; “It will resolve itself, father; these things do.”When Caroline went into labour, she was concerned. What did elves do? For all she knew she would be left on a hillside to see who survived. Or maybe the babies ate their way out – like Alien? Or ... An’n-Krill and Samlide assured her that everything would be fine. But how could they know?The contractions came and went, hurt and slackened. An elf, a male elf! He was a doctor? Or a midwife? Don’t they. Even if the mage wasn’t enraptured with pleasure, he might not notice. Impossibly, his skin grows paler, taking on a faint purple hue as her demonic energy pours into him.The familiar infernal markings of a cursed incubus beginning to form. His ears start to resemble that of an elf, poking out from under his hair. Then his features soften, becoming even more sensuous as he stifles a moan. Fangs barely visible through his parted lips.I feel so dizzy. Miria can hardly think anymore, merely.