." she started, swallowing down a river of saliva. It didn't help. It felt like she was drooling nonstop. "What have you done to me?"There was somethi...g wrong with her voice. It sounded lower, huskier, and tinnier. It was almost as if there were two of her speaking simultaneously. She should've been panicking and fighting. She should've been worried. All she could focus on was the two yellow pythons hovering in front of her face while her bonds moved to her heartbeat.The two tendrils closed up. Note to self: hug Alistair later. Then he turned into the form of a pride demon.As requested, I stayed back. Not that it was difficult to do so – I was terrified, and felt sick. The abominations were hideous, misshapen things that were much worse than I'd imagined in game. The smell of the corruption in the rest of the tower had inured me somewhat, but it was stronger in the Harrowing Chamber. Instead of getting involved, I watched for signs that Uldred was about to turn another mage and. . . oh my god . . . that was . . . uuuuuuuuhhhhh.” Ben said trying to catch his breath and train of thought at the same time. “See what you are missing?” I said. I was being a little bitch and I knew it, but I needed to get off and he was not helping things. I reached my hand under my skirt, pulling my panties aside and rubbed my finger up and down my soaked slit; pushing one, then two fingers in to rub my g-spot. I didn’t want to, but I stopped before I could cum. I pushed both fingers into. Emma’s wet pussy is dripping on his cock, exciting him, but she will not let Donald enter her. Even as Donald grows to full potential. Instead, she is holding him like a prisoner. She clamps both of his wrists about his head and then begins to tickle his underarms. Donald cries from the torture, “Emma, stop, please, you know I am ticklish there.”It does no good, and in reality, while sending shivers through him, the tickling is becoming somewhat erotic for Donald. Emma replies to his.