My tongue pushed its way into her wet mouth and our spirit flavored breath merged. I opened my mouth wide and sucked her lips onto mine. She murmured ...oftly as she began to submit. My left hand held the back of her head and I felt her soft straight hair touching my skin.Emily looked from side to side apprehensively as she realised what was going to happen to her. On the outside she showed apprehension, but on her lips and in her eyes was lust and excitement.I took my jacket off and Emily only. I remembered seeing her fuck her last one, Cú Mheá, watching her take that thick, polished shaft in her cunt as the animated construct fucked her hard.And now ... Now I needed to fuck. I growled and charged at Greta. She squeaked and stumbled back, tripping over my prone form. My bedmaid fell onto her rump, her legs draped over my unconscious body. I breathed in, smelling two different hot pussies.My own and Greta’s.“Princess!” she squeaked as I buried my muzzle beneath the blue skirt of her. "The image of a child on the surface of the snowball faded and started to swirl, slowly coalescing into something else.Nicholas dropped his arms and collapsed against the pedestal in front of him. A few flakes of snow fell about them as Marta went to steady him with deep concern in her eyes.He had tears in his eyes, and his arms trembled as he tried to support his weakened body on them. "I can't do it Marta. I don't have the strength any more. The magic is there, but this old body just can't. One day, I met a man named Gopal Ji(name changed for privacy issue) He was middle-aged man tall and fat. I met him at a party. He was a party organizer and he runs his own orchestra. He had 8–10 girls in his orchestra. I’m from U.P and in that part of the state, the orchestra is very famous. Girls used to perform a dance for local village people for their entertainment and for obviously for some income. Me and Gopal Ji had a mutual friend who introduced us. He said Gopal Ji is looking for some.