That the monstrous could become the mundane.The more my hips danced, the more inspired I felt to put on a show for the watching fey. I was a radiant o... Rithi, trained in the art of painting, sex, and dancing. My body moved with willowy grace, my feet sliding across the floor as I spun, my robe hanging loose, flaring about me.I let it flutter to the ground, exposing my tattooed form.Ealaín nodded to me, her yellow-bright eyes glowing with approval. With practiced ease, she began stripping out of. First personshooters weren't really my thing, so I just sat back and watched himplay."Thanks," Matt responded, not taking his eyes from the TV. "I justneed to find my target." Then his character took a sudden hit to hislife points, and he scowled, adding, "And that sniper..."I continued watching the screen for a couple more minutes beforeturning my attention to Matt. He was short and wiry, with curly darkhair and a somewhat nerdy look. In fact, he was almost the exactopposite of me. Back. ”“Huh?” he moaned behind me.I nuzzled my lips into one flower, my asshole aching as another flower sucked on it, and my pussy clenching as a third fucked it with a stamen-dick. I tongued through the sweet nectar of the flower, tasting so much like Xera’s pussy, and shuddered at the salty cum. The two flavors mixed together into a wonderful delight.I really needed to eat cum out of Xera’s twat. If we found another elf to fuck ... Like her wife. Maybe I could be both their lover. Was that a. And the others."Oh, Angie, no," she moaned and backed to the bed and sat down. This was over, this part of her life. Only hadn't her father always said that chickens came home to roost? This one had. This rooster weighed a thousand pounds and tore off huge chunks of flesh with each jab of its vicious beak. And then Becca found a 4-gig flash-drive in the box that changed her life forever.Monday, Angie walked home from the bus stop with her best friend Kim. Their conversation, though seriously.