And then I felt a light touch on my arm. I turned, and here was a very young girl, 14 at most. "I've been waiting for you," she said. She was wearing ... black lace dress, with buttons up the front. It beautifully matched her dark hair and blue eyes. She somewhat resembled the Goth girls of a few years ago, but she was much more nicely dressed."For me?" I asked stupidly.She ignored my question, and, taking my hand, led me to the barred gate of the Cleaver mausoleum. It opened at her touch and we. She fought, drank, and sleep around more then some human men."About time you got here." I joked acting like we had been here for hours."I had to wait on the Mages." Willow said hoping off and came up and hugged me. With the war going on I hadn't seen her in almost a month. We had both fought and been injured at the battle of Goblintown. She pulled away and gave me a peck on the lips."Why are the mages coming along?" I glanced over. I was surprised to see the arch magus step out."Hell if I know.. Each time, as I moved my hand pulling back his foreskin, I could feel his small spasms around my finger. I gently moved my finger inside him pulling it out slightly then pushing it back deep inside. I felt him reach behind and cup his hand over my mound, I felt his finger gently part my wet lips and slide slowly up to find my little hard clit, as he touched it I could feel the urge for more, deep in my stomach. I felt his fingers tracing between my lips and gasped as he gently slid one inside. I was stronger. My path remained uncertain, but fraught with fewer pits. Mother had helped me face one thing, but it was not the important one. I did not forgive her for betraying her maternal trust, once again, but I understood it. Understanding it, I had begun to glean something new of myself. I was a sexual predator, the daughter of a sexual predator. In the jungle of nature's passions, cluttered with mechanical rabbits, I was the she leopard. My range overlapped the males'. Their domains.