Rise of the Red Seraph, A Tale of the 127th (porne)

[jondude]

The next month, despite your initial fumbling on the first day and the consequences that came with that, whips by in your mind. You find yourself easing into your roll as a supervisor of the lower ranked testers easily, and the job seems to come naturally to you. At the same time you also go through some tests yourself with your highly finicky core. Now that you have an idea of what to expect it's a little less difficult to control, but less difficult does not mean easy. You have some scary moments when you feel the jewel core is about to run off on you, but you seem to reign it in at the last moment. It's only happened a couple of times, but every time it does you cannot ignore the way your heart thumps in your chest, or worse yet, that nagging doubt. Were you in control, or was Being X simply playing with you some more? You had yet to have another encounter with the supposed 'God' since the first time you used the jewel core after all. The lack of concrete answers irritates you to no end.

At least though you use that energy to whip your troops into tip top shape, smoothing out and stream lining training regimens. Some of the soldiers grumble at the sudden decrease in downtime, but you have none of it, administering discipline where necessary. And of course now that your new toy is ready you made a point of solving any issues of mana lust with anyone under your command, the ladies especially. In fact you make a clear 'policy' when it comes to mana lust, which you even emphasis covers everyone, including yourself. It's a good move, as should even you become a victim of another mana lust moment no one will bat an eye as you take your own 'punishment' and end up pregnant again. Plus it shows the troops that your not above them when it comes to consequences, which is great for morale and makes you seem more down to earth then a lot of other officers.

That all said you come back to the present moment. Your currently suited up in your blood red flight suit, your experimental core glowing brightly on your chest, nestled in between your still larger then normal breasts. Behind you you have a squad of ten made up, Fritz included, using a newer model of Jewel core which should be capable of mana transfer between cores. A potentially dangerous prospect that had a high chance of causing overly large mana spikes in fellow team mates, but could also be incredibly useful in making sure that right amount of energy could be at anyone's disposal for any purpose across a large battle space. Low scale testing had seemed to indicate the cores worked well, but needed users with a higher degree of user training. This was one of the first large scale tests, and you'd be doing it by flying off over to one of the training areas on the other side of the mountain you blew up a month ago.

And so it was. One large training mission, then work would be over for the day and you could try to do this... 'penis' spell on Fritz. The bombshell blonde was apprehensive, but willing. Just had to do this mission first.

[porne]

I'm a bit antsy about Fritz. The last time I tried the spell, I was unconscious for quite some time, but I lacked both the focusing crystal and my own experience and practice. This time, I've no doubt I can accomplish the spell, but the mana lust from something like this...

I put my head back in the game, giving my cheeks a slap before I bark orders to my troops. "We are prepared! We are mighty! We shall be steel! We shall be doom!" and before I can finish the battle chant I've drilled into them, they finish it with me: "AND WE SHALL KNOW NO FEAR!" and we all slam the mask down over our faces, the mana circuits completing, and the lights in the mask and helmets lighting up before fading as our kataphracts finish their basic spell charging sequences.

I feel the spells woven and etched directly into the suit and boots begin to hum with excitement, the wonderful feeling of weightlessness that comes with the levitation spell enveloping me. I ease just a bit of magic in, and a small crater forms where my feet were as I'm hurled upwards into the air. My troops follow behind me, and I can feel their slight strain as they try to keep up with my crimson suit. I pull out my new generation rifle, pulling it into position across my stomach and beginning to head toward the mountain.

[jondude]

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Merry Christmas!

You and your troops blast off into the early morning sky, quickly forming up and heading out toward your intended range site to begin today's round of tests. In tow behind you are a couple of the civilian researchers, carrying some light equipment but no weapons. They are also mages, but their job is to observe and record data that will be further analyzed over the next few days. The trip to the site is overall uneventful, but you make it an excellent pace and the formation is tight. Once your there you see a myriad of pre set up targets available for you to destroy, but they are far spread out, the aim being that hopefully you use these new jewel core abilities to pass mana from soldier to soldier to take them out as fast as possible.

And so you get to it, directing things as necessary, taking out wooden formations and bunkers with artillery spells fired from your rifles. You make a point to do it such a way that forces you to pass mana between the suits, spreading your troops out wide and hitting them in a sequence far away from each other. They seem to be performing well, and by the time you've been there for a couple hours you've taken down about half the targets.

Satisfied with your progress, you were just about to call a short break before suddenly the unthinkable happens. There is only a second of warning, a high pitched whistle like that of an an artillery shell, before suddenly one of your troops is engulfed in a ball of flame. You watch with wide surprised eyes as the flames clear, and you see his blackened body begin to tumble back to the Earth. He had no shields up... his fate is obvious. A moment later? A second explosion, this one taking out one of the two lab staff members. At this point, everyone else snaps up their shields thank go-er-training. But confusion begins to mount as everyone starts shouting and looking. You were being attacked! But by who?

[porne]

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Thank you, the same to you.

"SHIELDS UP!" I bellow, or try to. My voice doesn't quite pitch right, and I wind up giving a far too melodious and husky cry before I continue setting up my own shield and diving straight up, hoping to get a better view. I pull the mage goggles down, trying to summon the tracking spells so I can see what is going on. With my shield up, and the intensely crimson color my kataphract gives off, I'm sure I'll become the primary target. The normal dance and jitter that mages employ to counter sniper action makes me violently ill when I'm using the scanning magic, so I focus on powering my shield and flight systems for now.

I switch from the variable spell ammunition to the general purpose AP/HE mixture preferred for normal combat so that I don't have to focus on the spells themselves, just supply mana and let the ammo soak it up. Where are the hostiles?

[jondude]

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

INT Roll: 15 + 5 = 20

Despite the shock of the sudden unexpected attack deep within Empire territory, you push away the questions of how or why for now, putting your emotions aside for now as you simply focus on the question of where. You yell an order to your no doubt stunned troops to defend yourself, and it gets through despite everyone's shocked faces. Shimmering shields come up over everyone, and everyone starts to move in an evasive manner to be a harder target while not scattering too much. Good. You do much the same.

However you multitask. You recall the scene of your soldier getting hit, and take into account the blast pattern to discern a rough direction that your attackers should be in. In that way you see a cloud base of cumulonimbus, about 600 feet off from you, about 11,000 feet in the air. Before you can make any other decisions though Fritz gives you some smart help. She points her rifle at the clouds you had also discerned as the source and fires her standard issue rifle, the force of the shot not to great judging by the lack of kick. It whistles into the could, where a moment later it lights up. A flare round! A intense phosphorous like magic flare illuminates the sky brighter then before, and within the cloud you notice the faint silhouettes of enemy mages. About a dozen all told you count quickly in the few moments of back lighting the flare gives you.

Realizing their clover is blown though the enemy mages come flying out of the cloud rifles blazing. There is not outward markings to easily identify them, but such things can wait till your not being attacked. A full four of the attackers head straight for you.

[porne]

I start dumping mana into my rifle, counting on the integrated systems to properly divvy it up into the rounds so I can simply focus on aiming and flying. I bring my rifle up as I close in on the foursome of enemy mages, before I cut to one side, slamming myself out of the path of any rounds they may have unleashed before I let loose a burst of fully charged AP/HX mixed rounds, the blasts radiating around their shields although I'm hoping to get lucky with one of the APs.

[jondude]

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Sorry for the delay again. Was on an unexpected apartment hunt last week. On the plus side, got a sweet new place I'll be getting in March!

Also I'm thinking I'm going to make combat very simple in this game. Just simple stat rolls against groups of enemies. General opponents will act like a mob, with shared hit points. Your troops will generally act the same way. I figured doing it this way could let me focus on Raphaela being a general badass while keeping numbers lightweight. However if you want a little more depth I can do that too.

Also also, I'm thinking we should give Raph a melee weapon. Like an officers sabre or something. Or maybe just a really big bayonet for her rifle? Any other preference?

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Your Dex Roll:-------- 12 + 2 = 14 (2 Damage)
Enemy troops:-------- 3 (No damage)
Your troops:---------- 12 (2 Damage)

Your HP: 12/12
Your troops: 15/16

Enemy troops: 16/20

Your jewel core hums in response as you start to let mana flow into your rifle and into the enchanted bullets. When you begin it is like a vacuum though, like a giant maw willing to suck any and all mana it can get. Your a little more used to the sensation now then before though, and are quick to get a grip of the raging beast that was your core, giving it the magic you want and not one iota more lest you repeat the incident from a month ago. Your ammunition ready though you dive to the side, letting a barrage of rifle rounds whistle by you ineffectively as your four attackers come for you. They are equipped with similar rifles as your troops, which judging by the rate of fire, appear to be bolt action rifles.

From there you engage in a dog fight, juking this way and that as they pursue behind you. However it only takes the time for them to cycle their rounds, shoot, and miss you again before you turn the tables. Spinning in the air you point down and back at them and return fire. Two bursts of three rounds on single fire sends six rounds screaming toward the two closes targets. The first round explodes on shields, and second breaks the shield, then the third breaks your attacker. In four or five seconds your personal attackers are reduced to half, and the other two break off to get some distance. They're wearing masks, but you can't help but grin as you can only imagine their expression. To them the idea of a compact semi-automatic rifle is not yet feasible, but you showed them they had picked the wrong target to chase!

You keep moving, but you use this small gap in combat to reexamine the situation. It seems your soldiers, weather by training or witnessing your display, had recovered admirably. As the enemy fully meets your troops and things escalate to full on dog fight, your troops get an early lead, downing two more of the attackers while taking none of their own. A quick count shows the ambushers to be around the count of twenty, now sixteen, compared to your initial sixteen now fifteen.

[porne]

I almost laugh as they try to deal with the short burst shots from my enhanced rifle. Before now, there'd only been heavy machine guns, or the poorly controlled submachine guns with no range or incredible weight. Now they get to deal with the well balanced ability to throw a small burst of slugs and explosions. I wonder how that will work out for armored vehicles...

No, I keep my head in the game, making sure to keep dancing around, my training having kept me moving at random jinks and jukes to keep anyone from being able to snipe me while I let my mind drift. I frown at the loss of one of my troopers so early, but recognize that surprise has its place in combat. Turning back to the group of soldiers that are struggling to deal with the fact that they're now having to face two attack forces, one their own numerical equivalent, and one their equivalent in firepower if nothing else.

I reach behind, checking my short sword that doubles as a bayonet, knowing it might come down to this. I can't tell from here, but chances are good that this is a team of mercs so that any governments involved have plausible deniability, likely either humans or some of the more common unaligned races rather than the ones who have settled in one country or another. Might even be a mixed race group, I think I see some pointy ears. I feel the magical gem built into the grip of the handle vibrate, telling me that the spells are fully recharged and ready for another go. I take aim, diving towards them and generating my false images and rotating between their positions to force them to choose before I let loose with another pair of bursts towards them.

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

I like to think she's still a bit mall ninja. but maybe longer and with a decent handle and lug mount?

[jondude]

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Hey good choice! I have a knife just like that actually! Well, not quite. But very similar. And of course it can have a mounting lug!

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Your Dex Roll:-------- 20! (6 Damage)
Enemy troops:------- 14 (2 Damage, 1 to you, 1 to troops)
Your troops:---------- 11 (2 Damage)

Your HP: 11/12
Your troops: 14/16

Enemy troops: 8/20

The dogfight soon becomes a messy affair of close to mid range fighting, the sky lit up with various colours as bullets both charged and uncharged smash and bounce against shield bubbles, or shrug off debris from magical flak rounds or the odd artillery shot. It's an onerous fight, where the casualties do not come in at the rate of traditional ground battles. Up in the sky there was a lot more emphasis on personal skill and small unit tactics then down below. It was much harder to bring overwhelming firepower ten thousand feet into the sky after all. Despite that however it is still combat, and it certainly moves faster when using boots capable of magic flight then traditional fighter planes. The brawl tighter and much closer, but bearing almost all the same similarities.

A point only made more clear as your attackers break away from you when one of the other enemies pursuing your soldiers use a small chance window to take a shot at you. You see it coming of course and reinforce your shield accordingly as you gain height and go to turn around. You even angle your shield rather then keep it as a bubble like most, making a cone, but still wince when the round hits. There is a flare of red sparks as the bullet glances off, sent careening off into the morning sky before the shooter goes back to his initial target with his apparent wing men.

Or so he thought anyway. You reverse your movement and dive, and luckily for you at a most opportune time. It seems two three man wings of the enemy forces are about to intersect fairly close together below you, and so you act. You shoot ahead them, sending a trio of bursts of flak rounds. It's a bit far, but that doesn't matter with such an effective air denial weapon. A dozen small red explosions light up the sky, blinding you for but a moment as you dive, but you plow through the after sparks and smoke and pull up. When you check your shoulder you you feel a rush of excitement when you see six forms falling to ground trailing smoke as their singed uniforms smouldered. Taking a look around shows the enemy pause and reassess the situation as you deal a mortal blow to their confidence. They had ambushed you and your flight, and despite the clear starting advantage had taken down to of yours while losing now over half their force. At this point, any sane commander would retreat, but it seems these few are still willing to fight on.

[porne]

I pause, looking for one of them hanging back, perhaps with a radio antennae. No sense in not capturing the commander of the group. With the drop in their numbers, this is becoming more and more one sided. My own skills so outpace my unit that I tend to fight almost entirely alone to keep the enemy from getting a good shot at me, as well as my damned easily spotted crimson armor. I drift back and forth, lazily practicing my anti sniper dance as I swap magazines to a fresh batch of AP/FK that is the preferred loadout for anti mage duty.

If I can spot a small cluster of enemies, I let loose a burst at the others before applying a greater amount of thrust than is strictly necessary toward the smaller group. With the burst of rounds helping my troops with the larger group, I can't stop the grunt that escapes as I absorb the backlash of the magic as I charge my target. I keep my shield up and heavily charged before I body check the enemy, seeing if I can simply force their shield to collapse. I draw my blade from behind me, the glittering black coating a promise of what's to come. The edge shifts from the polished silver to the dull crimson as my magic charges the edge with anti shield properties. Any impact will cause the energy to attack the enemy shield, stressing it to the point of collapse.

[jondude]

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Your DEX Roll:------------------ 18 + 2 = 20(3 Damage)
Enemy troops:----------------- 19 (4 Damage, 2 to you, 2 to troops)
Your troops:-------------------- 16 (4 Damage)
Your STR Roll:------------------ 11

Your HP: 9/12
Your troops: 12/16

Enemy troops: 1/20

The dog fight continues at a blistering pace, and to your frustration it seems the more loses your unknown attackers take the more fervent and desperate they get in their offence. Your troops take a few more loses, but use their experimental cores well to transfer mana in between them to make sure those who need it the most have some magic to burn for their shields. You purse your lips a little though as a dose of concentrated fire takes out one of your men in a fiery explosion, but Fritz dives downward to catch the smoking form of his body. There was a good chance he was still alive really as shields, even when breaking, absorb a ton of force. However when so high in the air, a KO becomes almost certain death when one hits the ground.

You of course however make sure to repay them for every lose, and repay them with interest. Your troops make a push through the remaining enemies, splitting them half and breaking right chasing a chosen four and overwhelming them. You in the meantime take the split from the left, trailing tight behind them and picking them off, one by one, until only one remains. As it just so happens, on this one you spot an extra bulky backpack, where you spot a single antennae sticking out. More interesting yet though is when you spot the strange collection of gear on him. Scratch that. Her. You notice a plume of raven hair behind her as she jukes to avoid your shots, her gear an odd mix of Federation, American, and even Empire makes.

Whatever her hear though, in the end it is inferior to your experimental core an armour, which allows you far greater speed. You whirl ahead, ducking into clouds and going around her as you draw your sword. She loses track of you, but soon sees you again as you cut her off with your blade drawn. She tries to hit the brakes and bring her weapon up, but she can't bleed the speed quick enough, so instead tries to smash you with your rifle. When she tries you get a look at some surprised, and frankly rather pretty, green eyes, but only for a moment as you lean back and dodge her rifles's butt. In response you swing your sword, slicing through her shield before slicing again but downward at her lev boot. You don't slice flesh, but there is a shower of colorful sparks as you damage the boot. You meet her eyes again, wide with shock, and the next moment she begins to fall to earth, her ability to fly gone as she sinks like a ship.

[porne]

The spell pulses from sword, leaping onto her shield and spreading like a toxic cancer throughout it before it shatters and my blades continues onward and takes out her flight system. I watch her fall for a second before I begin to chase after her. She'll be useful for information, if nothing else. I catch up to her falling form, leaving my shield slightly up as she begins to struggle at something that might be a parachute. Coming in behind her, I flip her into a full nelson hold, wrapping my legs around her hips, which I notice are quite shapely... no, focus. I begin to increase my anti gravity energy, slowing us both down as we touch down.

I let her loose after stripping her of any weapons she might have left, holding a tremendous amount of power at my beck and call. The woman shudders at my might before she begins to clutch at her own crotch, seeming to have begun succumbing to mana lust. I watch, passive and refusing to give into my own. I'll make her beg before I throw her down and fill her with my children.

[jondude]

Your final enemy struggles heavily as you swoop in and grab a hold of her, arms flailing and trying to elbow you as you tighten your grip. The blows are awkward however, their impact weak. She seems to sense this and tries to go for a knife, but before quickly finds it missing. You had taken care of that already, her blade falling to land somewhere in the woods below where it couldn't cause you any problems. As you fall you aim toward a small grassy clearing where you wouldn't have to crash through trees, soon touching down with a rather hard thud as your mage boots where meant to really only carry one person. She rolls a little bit away from you in the grass as you break you release your grip to avoid injuring yourself. She seems in no condition to run however, the raven haired woman writhing around on the ground, huffing and panting but not really saying a word to you. At the moment her face is obscured, covered by a matte black wool gator that goes right below her eyes.

A moment later the rest of your troops catch up, landing at your six and flanks in a timely fashions. Fritz lands comes up on your right and asks the question any good soldier should after a sudden hairy situation. "M-ma'am... orders?", she says, her voice hitching a little in the post battle excitement.

[porne]

"I've taken her weapons and such, so she's no real threat. See to the rest of the troops and make sure they're okay. I have questions for her, and I don't know what I'll have to do to get answers." I tell Fritz, knowing that she'll take care of any of my troops that need it. Still, I approach the woman, my armor remaining on before I start yanking her other equipment away from her.

[jondude]

"Right, of course.", Fritz replies, she takes relative control of the other troops and begins to set up a triage for your casualties, leaving you free to deal with your lone surviving attacker. She seems to have gained some control of herself, but squirms in on the ground as she fights the effects of mana lust after no doubt over extending herself in combat. When you get close though the raven haired woman swings out with a wild punch, one that you deftly dodge thankfully. "G-get away you empire bitch! Fuck!", she yells at you. Looking at her a little closer you realize, like most other people, this woman is significantly bigger then your diminutive self. However, your aren't overloaded like she is, so you can use your magic to help pin her in place. After you do so you begin the process of stripping off the rest of her rag tag multinational mix of equipment, starting with her flak vest and casting it off behind her before following that with her helmet. She fights you every second of the process, but soon you strip her down enough to realize that she is an Empire native. Perhaps an expat, perhaps simply a family that immigrated to another country, perhaps a deserter turned treasonous enemy?

Before you can to much farther things Fritz returns, making you realize you've been at this for some minutes now. "Ma'am. Four casalties in all. Corporal Jhag and private Swanman are hurt but they'll live. Private's Kiska and Herc however are KIA.", she reports.

[porne]

I rest my hand over my face. We haven't even been fully deployed and I've already lost troopers. Turning back to my prisoner, I give her a glare. "You started this. I cannot begin to imagine why you thought attacking us was a good idea. You didn't even have a full kataphract, and you wanted to challenge us? Fritz, document what equipment there is. I am going to... question our prisoner a bit." I grab ahold of the woman, surging magic through my veins to reinforce my strength as I drag her a small distance away, just enough to get some privacy before I ravage her.

I reach into her pants, sinking a finger into her soaking slit before I pull it back out, giving her clit a light brush before I push her down, pulling her arms behind her back. With the stimulus, combined with her badly over extended mana lust, I expect her to crack very soon. "Now, be a good prisoner and I'll be using this thick heavy strappon on you." I tell her, dangling the belted contraption in front of her, before I return it to my pack. She doesn't need to know that it's going to be an actual cock satisfying her.

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

I think we were going with 'magic happens in women:men about 4:1' or some such?

Also, if and when Fritz talks Aela into sharing the benefits of the cock spell, https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post& ... id=2062825

[jondude]

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I honestly don't recall a talk about that. I sort of assumed it was more or less 1:1. That way you have lots of people to shoot at, and lots to capture! If you prefer it being like that though then sure. I can do that.

"Gah! B-back off!", the woman gasps as you use your magic to increase your own strength, the woman is unable to mount any kind of response, her own jewel core removed by your hand already before she can have any time to get a second wind. For all intents and purposes, she was effectively harmless at this point. Ignoring her feeble and unenforceable demands you grab pin her arms behind her back as you haul her up to her feet, then march her a little deeper into the woods for some questioning. Fritz blanches a little, the woman not really seeing your ruthless side yet, but does as you ask. As you walk out of sight her and another corporal begin sifting through the cast off equipment and sort it by its manufacturing nation.

Once your behind a small hill and some rather large rocks however you immediately get to work, your slender hand diving into the woman's pants and where you cup a surprisingly clean shaven pussy. Unsurprisingly though she is completely drenched, and a single finger slips easily into her. The woman let's out a short squeal then, turning to look you in the eye as you dangle a strap on in front of her. If she's shocked she makes no note of it, but from what you've heard a strap on was sort of standard equipment in mage units. "I won't talk.", she then says, putting on a brave face. "I've sat out mana lust before. I can do it now.", she adds on. Tough talk, meant more for herself then you if you had to gather a guess. Perhaps some relentless sexual teasing and orgasm denial would do the trick? Sure sitting out mana lust and cooling off naturally could be considered hard, but a continual application of just enough 'heat' was a rather cruel mind game.

[porne]

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Eh, I don't mind shooting down female enemies. I don't particularly care, so I may have just gotten this mixed up with another RP.

I push her up against a tree, holding her hands in place before I wrap them up with some cable to keep her from being able to do anything. It'll be painful, at least for now, but it shouldn't cause any damage. Having nothing but her normal clothes to protect her, I pull her pants and panties down, exposing her dripping snatch before I carefully begin to run a finger along her outer lips, then I bring in the strop on from before, sticking it between her thighs and dragging the textured surface across her lower lips and getting it soaking wet.

"My offer from before still stands." I tell her sweetly, "Just explain your purpose, and I'll take care of some of that lust for you." I pull back away from her, not touching anything and letting the stimulation I've already applied work.

[jondude]

The girl can't do much to fight you as you use your magic to help manhandle her into place, tying her hands tightly behind her back before throwing your cable over a higher branch and tying her hands again. It wasn't enough to suspend the woman or anything, but she wasn't running anywhere anymore that was for certain. Amusingly when you pull her pants you find she isn't wearing any underwear at all, and she was wearing some rather tight jeans that left little to ponder about her figure. Not that you needed to ponder at all of course considering you were stripping her. She gasps and writhes about for a moment as you expose her, her mouth opening in a gasp as the cool air hits her before it becomes a needy pant. She gets a grip of herself in a few moments though, shutting her mouth tightly and pursing her lips.

However her brave face last for all of two seconds before you trace her silky lower lips with a slender finger, she gasps and bucks her hips immediately, and when you pull back your finger is dripping with her wetness. You still her motions though by pressing against her, your face hovering a few inches from hers as you start to rub the 'strap on' against her cunt. "N-no! I won't!", She squeals, and begins squirming immediately. Once again though you magic keeps her in place easily, ensuring no harm to yourself and complete control of the situation. The girl clearly isn't well trained in resistance if you had to guess. She was breaking down rather fast by the looks of it. Shouldn't take too much more at this point you figure. Maybe stripping ehr completely and playing with her tits would do it? Maybe something with her back entrance? So many options you had to play with really!

[porne]

Hm, those look like some nice breasts. I strip her of what I can, pulling her shirt up over her head and wrapping it around her arms. I give her a smirk, before I slap her naughty ass and hug her from behind, pressing my own breasts against her back. The armor does push them down some, but they're far too perky to ever be held down for long. Still, it's nice to get my hands on some new tits to experiment with. I find that she whimpers very prettily as I play with them, and I follow that with a trace of my finger down her stomach, barely touching her as I run my fingers back down from her mauled tits to her sensitive slit.

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Picture!