..”“Can’t tell me about the lodestone?” I asked, rolling hard nipples between my fingers.“Yes, you can tell her,” whimpered Greta, her hip... wiggling, pressing her ass back into me. I shuddered, draping my naked body against her supple back. My nipples throbbed on her skin, my pussy growing so wet.“How do you know about the lodestone?” Shevoin groaned.“I was in Daddy’s study the other day,” I purred. “Beneath his desk. You were talking about it. What’s it for?”“I can’t tell you that.” The mage. The sleek ships passed us on a strong breeze, sailing towards the Galit's village.Not wasting any time on the journey we continued to discuss my mathematical knowledge and the rules of navigation that would apply to these new ships. I wanted them to have competent knowledge of how the ship would make course corrections and the special handling that was needed in stormy weather. My biggest fear was a foolish crew applying mono-hull ship handling strategies to a ship with no keel and two floats. " That's nice," Buffy cut in, "how do we stop him? Because I can't see us just walking up to him and taking him down like we do with vampire crypts"Giles put his glasses back on, allowing himself a small smile, "Well, it so happens that even century old wizards make mistakes. As you all know the Sunnydale Effect forces people to just accept things, Vampires are gangs on PCP that assault people with barbeque forks, and for all intents and purposes it is a master work of magical engineering that. " Then, her smile changed to an expression of sadness. After awhile, she said: "My gallant Launcelot... what's to become of us, you and me... ? We are all that either of us have in this rotten world... and in all humaneness I can't leave you behind when I go... nor can I take your life... Mon Dieu... I don't know... I don't know, Cheri."Her abrupt solemn change of mood immediately dispelled her prurient desires of a few moments before. She settled back in the seat and drove with her eyes fixed.