He stepped into the icy stream with barely a hiss escaping his lips. He cast about for the deepest slough he could find, carefully choosing his steps ...ntil he drew near the deep pool within the stream. He placed the soap on the dry top of an upended stone, and marched into the deeper water.Three times, he fully immersed himself. Each time he came up for air, the chant ingrained into his memory from his youth was upon his lips: "The Call to Cleanse the Soul." The third time he had stayed beneath. “Assuming we grant assent, which seems likely, where would this experiment take place?” Mage Zola asked.“We hope to have it here,” Morgana replied.“Why here?” Zola asked curiously.“Controlled environment, witnesses, Seers and the head of Healing Magic,” Morgana replied getting a lot of murmurs of agreement.“I agree,” Zola replied after a moment’s thought.“Dorry has requested the presence of two of her friends,” Morgana added.“Mundanes?” Cixi asked.“Yes, we can adjust things if necessary, though. Both orifices stretched to capacity. I try to keep time with his thrusts - my mouth with his cock. All the hypnotic sounds in the air further excite me. Our moans, groans, and gasps of varying pitches. Can you hear us? We are loudly rebelling against your prejudices!Our movements are slow, yet deliberate - just what you need to tear down a wall. We aren't just fucking our bodies; we are changing rigid minds. My hands cup Reggie's tight ass as he plunges in and out my mouth. Our eyes stay. I passed Rawhide to her and climbed into bed, watching as she turned it around and unbuckled it, working out how to put it on. She discovered the inside dildo and – realising what it was – looked up at me, dark eyes flashing in surprise and pleasure. I was entranced; she stood there in front of me, over six feet tall, beautiful and utterly naked; glossy black hair cascading over one shoulder and framing a full, perfect breast as she ran her fingers over the short inner-dildo. I shivered with.