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rds, sliding on the foul lubrication that he
had imparted to her. Miho Shiraishi sat for a moment on the broad head of his
penis, then slipped off, gasping, to fall in the puddle of fluid
that had accumulated beneath. Gargamon kneeled there for a moment,
his turgid lance held over Miho's like a victorious battle-standard.
He laughed, regarding Miho's in admiration and removed Miho's gag.
`You elves! Is there nothing to which you won't stoop in order to
engage one's desires?' Mariy lay there for a moment, then realised
that this was to Miho's advantage; Gargamon had often taken elves as
his personal favorites. Kargoon had been belatedly right.
`My Lord.' Miho Shiraishi murmured in Elvish, smiling sweetly.
--
There was something in the room with me.
I couldn't see it, but somehow, in a way I can't explain, I
could feel it. Could sense its intelligence, its age. Its
hunger.
Hunger for me.
I should have been terrified, but I wasn't. A little
frightened, yes, a tingling sort of fear that danced a
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