In passing I mentioned our trip to Hay-on-Wye, and Loyd's talk. He insisted on joining us: 'Larcher's giving a talk at a festival? He's not going to m...ntion Quick's book, is he? You'd better make sure he doesn't. We'll all be in the shit if he lets on before the publicity moguls announce it.''Of course he won't. You would think that, wouldn't you? He won't be spreading gossip; in the past he's too often been the victim of it. He's a hugely successful writer. Quick's book is no big thing for. .” was all she said before I took her by surprise.With a sudden surge of heightened strength, I threw us forward. In two seconds, I was over her, her back flat against the floor, wings pinned beneath her. I was overcome with an intoxicating lust that I couldn’t control. I thrust into her pussy. As I pounded into her, her huge tits bounced wildly with each of my powerful thrusts. I drove into her again and again. Animalistic urges drove me. I wanted to be in her as deeply as possible.I craved to. “We need to talk to her,” Ellerie said. “When will she wake up?”“It’ll be hours still,” Treya said. “We tried to talk to her, but we couldn’t understand anything she was saying.”“Bobo, what do you think?”Bobo had been quiet so far, crouched down so he could peer at the girl. The almost mirror-like effect of her armor reflected all the different mage lights in the room, making it hard to stare directly at her.“What?” he asked, looking up. “Oh, talking to her? I’m not sure. Languages change over. To people who know us, they will testify we are a loving couple, based solely on the fact we just appear compatible and happy to their faces. We never openly argue or even seem to disagree, "Like two peas in a pod", someone once remarked, and yet like most well established couples, we have our secret and yes, like most, it's sex, I want it all the time, and my husband can't keep up with my demands and urges.Something happened to me, a spark or something, and it started one night at his company.