" I came here looking for a man. A very specific man." Oh, will I do till he gets here?" Actually," I said as he touched me. He loosed the spell. I...lashed out athim as his energy lanced towards me. I disrupted the spell he was casting,staggering him. I decided to rub it in a little. I couldn't cast anyovert spells against him, his own mystic might would protect him. But byfocusing my might against the spell holding his body in its altered form.I almost laughed aloud as he staggered. Even worse, she began taking off her own clothes. All my protestations were met with a pleasant smile and patient entreaties for me to hurry. I went as fast as I could, but I sort of played for time, as well, carefully folding my blouse and draping it over the arm of the sofa. I stopped totally for a moment, gawking, as she finished and stood before me like a sculpted work of art. Her body was perfect. Perfect. I would have given anything to have breasts like those; so well suited to the rest. "Kneel down here at the toilet bowl," he told Eve who submitted readily to his command. The man then began to scoop a good handful of soft, slimy, mucky shit out of the bowl. Once he had a good amount of the foul gunk, he told Eve to tip her head back a little, and to open her mouth.Eve's mind raced frantically. It was patently obvious what the man intended to do, and yet Eve complied with the instruction, so lustfully worked up and ready for any degradation and abuse no matter how disgustingly. She felt the jet pump against her battered cervix, and the sensation seemed to trigger a chain-reaction inside her that built into an explosive, half-painful orgasm. She had never, even by herself, come so hard. The orgasmic contractions came one after another, forcing more bloodstained juice from her punished opening. Her limbs, still paralysed, did not move, but her miserable, confused vagina clenched tightly around Vorkarm’s massive shaft, spasming as it devoured his essence. Vorkarm, who.