Nothing would stand between me and victory. Nothing.“Friendly place,” Pyrriah said as she jogged up beside me. She was armored, too.“Oh, yeah,�... I said, glancing back at Lasla and Mother.My dragon-mother’s boobs bounced. I left the chastity belt and collar on. I didn’t want to dismiss them and give away that there was anything special about my dragon-mother. She was the ultimate trump card.If things when horribly wrong, I would unleash her on the nagas and hope she was strong enough to get our. Her trust was simply expected. Part of the test? Yes, she would face it. Would she measure up? She might fail to meet the expectations of those around her, but she vowed that she would not fail herself. Priestess or failed science experiment? The outcome would tell her: real or imagined, delusion or phenomenon, potential greatness or obscurity. Several sections of the text had ritualistic language in them along with notes on pronunciation. In all of Dr. Barnes’ writings, this was the first. Then she blew my mind. Finally looking up, she fixed her big blue eyes on me, smiled a crinkly smile and asked calmly: “Do you even wonder what these gorgeous tits look like under my pretty bras? Or what these legs would feel like, wrapped around your butt and squeezing my crotch into that dick that I expect is getting harder every second?”No surprise, I was a little speechless. “Course,” I mumbled. “Uhh, what are you doing?”She answered by opening another button on her blouse and pulling the. “Where are you? I’m worried sick,” she blurted out as soon as he said hello.“Sorry. I took a cab to Mom’s and got my bike. I had to pull over to answer the phone.”“Why didn’t you let me and Nathan know? He’s worried about you too, because you didn’t show up in class.”“Can you let him know everything’s okay?”“That would be lying,” Ella responded. “What’s going on?”“I just need to figure something out.”“Where are you? I know you don’t want to talk about whatever this is on the phone.”He.