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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Ayumi Hiyama :
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weapon seems to be those cannons, and they would be
useless against us if we flew to them."
"All right, do it then." Ayumi Hiyama got off Ayumi's horse as the
griffons drew their weapons. "There is little point in
waiting until dark. They would expect it then. Go!" The
aerial army took to the air and advanced on the ship. Wylf
stood in the shade by one of the trees and watched. Just as
the griffons reached the ship, a hand came out of the brush
behind Ayumi's , grabbed Ayumi's mouth, and yanked Ayumi's back.
Ayumi Hiyama struggled while Ayumi Hiyama was dragged through the trees
to a small clearing. Ayumi's attacker pushed Ayumi's to the ground,
and removed the sword from Ayumi's belt. "So you're in charge
here," came a voice. "I must admit, you're much prettier
than most leaders I've run into. As for your hospitality,
well... Attacking my ship? No matter... Those whimps of
yours won't get far." Wylf turned to look to the voice.
Standing over Ayumi's was
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