“Please, Sven.”“They’re falling behind,” the lamia persisted. “We have time, Master. We can take a few moments to let Kora cast healing ma...ic. She’s a priestess. They always know those spells.”“And they’ll be gaining on us.” My stomach twisted. My sister needed to be healed. So did Zanyia. Dog scratches covered her naked body, beads of dark-crimson blood grown sticky on the wounds. A nasty one ran across her left breast, half-tearing off her nipple. “Las damn it!”I hauled my reins short. My arm. About six months before the fire,about the time Sue realized she was pregnant and before we had knownabout the medallion, I had donated most of my male clothing to charity.What little I hadn't given away, mainly a few tee shirts and some heavysocks I had worn as Michelle, which made everything remaining virtuallyworthless as a catalyst to change me back."Oh, my God, Michelle," Sue said when the realization finally sunk in."I'm so sorry."I could only nod. "Maybe there's a sock or something. He didn't spill a drop as my spasms started to ebb. Standing up he smiled and pushed me gently back on the bed. He lay down on top of me and I could feel his hardness grinding against my semi erect cock. Looking into my eyes he kissed me, forcing open my mouth. I could taste myself on his tongue and started to feel my cock stirring again. "May I return the favour?" I asked him. He rolled off me and lay on the bed. His cock was inches from my face. I reached for his legs and started to stroke. "Hi, I’m Karen’s friend, Kaitlyn, you’re Christopher right?" He stood up and offered his hand, which she took. "Yeah, that’s me. Um, yeah, you’re very, uhhm, attractive." She smiled at him and chuckled. "You’re pretty sexy yourself." Before his discomfort could escalate Karen walked into the room, she was clad in an extremely short Jean skirt, her black thong rose above it, riding her hips smoothly, as far as her top she was wearing a black spaghetti strap shirt. The way these two were.