They were both beautiful creatures in their prime, hell, everyone on the island was, but to see them was sheer erotic poetry. The outfits they wore co...ered little and were designed for easy penetration. Wolves moved with inherent grace the witches did not, it struck me. We had used magic to make us graceful, but the wolves were creatures of pure magic and it showed in everything they did. Never had I seen what poetry two wolves giving one another pleasure could be, and looking away was near. First on her neck, then on her sexy boobs, then on her tummy. Then he was lying in between her thighs. Her virgin pussy was inches away from his mouth. He could smell the scent of her oozing love juice. That was a great sight! Her sealed lips were oozing pearl white liquid.He couldn’t control anymore and glued his lips to her tight, hot and virgin cunt. He heard her long moan, “uuuuuuuuFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFhhhhhhhhhh…” He just held on her both hands with his both hands and started kissing her. The traces of magic are weak, almost as though the spell had been set long ago. Yet I do not think that this is true. Perchance we shall find answers farther along this trail."They looked to their wounds, finding only torn cloth and skin, and pale marks as of old scars. Marks that faded even as they looked, leaving only a trace of weakness."Their attacks drain life," Hissath explained. "The weakness will be gone in a day or less. Yet it is not the Shadow Hounds we should fear, but that which. Just like last year and the years before that.And even with the tears he still saw their names, and the memories came to him thick and fast, even if the minute details were slightly blurred after all this time. He saw them as they first met in the beginning, young and brave and not really understanding what they were doing but determined to be heroes of the regiment. Fools but oh so brave fools they all were.The training was hard and whittled the numbers of recruits down but they all kept going.