Davy Jones stood his ground and whipped around his sword to answer with a loud clang of metal. The force of the impact sent Rusalka’s sword wide and...nearly from her grasp. She had to tighten her grip against the sudden and unexpected force. Rusalka let the momentum carry her forward and into a spin that brought the sword around level with Davy Jones’ chest. The sword swiped through the air where the demon should have been. Rusalka brushed away the disbelief and skidded to a stop with her sword. They had supported her and she knew that she would have return of some sort of womanhood although she viewed with scepticism in her melancholic isolation that she would ever return to that warm pleasant and happy feminine sexual being she had gradually blossomed to fulfil.She had no male company that replicated the potential and no desire to seek it. She was lost in her work. One day at work one of her female colleagues mentioned how excited she had been the night before and how excited she. ).And now I’ll tell you my 2nd experience which happened at my 7th standard.In our school usually seating arrangement will be boys and girls combined till 7th standard, usually, a girl named mamtha used to sit next to me in class. I had an internet connection at that time in my home so accidentally I saw a hot video (not porn) in the night. Next day in the class, mamtha was sleeping next to me (during the class hour lol..).That video was flashing again and again in my mind.I saw mamtha next to. She can’t get away.”She turned to Yren and words tumbled out of her mouth before she could even think of them. Strange words, words she would never have thought to use. It was as if something inside of her was providing the words to her. Words she should use. The only words she could use. “Will you be my champion? Will you bring my justice to the world?”“Princess?” Yren asked, unsure.“Be my champion!” Ataya demanded, her eyes glancing from Yren to the mage who was pushing her way through the.