“She’ll take my coin as payment,” I said firmly, “she’d be run out of her den if she took unwilling men.” “You’re ‘Crazy Brandon,’” Angela said softly, “no one would second guess her if she said you came to die with her. A young man like you might be too tempting a prize.” “We’ll just have to take the risk,” I said, “we can’t keep living like this.” “‘Living.’” Angela scoffed. “You know what I mean,” I said, “we need help, or at least, we need answers. Tera can probably give us the latter; girls what’s happening to us can’t be unique.” TERA I smelled the young man before I saw him. I could smell his vigor, his strength and his youth. He smelled delicious, but I stayed my desires. I had created a delicate symbiosis with the townsfolk of Towerhead; they sent me their old and dying to striptease feed upon, and I provided them with healing, and medicine. It was a tenuous relationship, but it worked, as long as neither side overstepped themselves. The old and dying came willingly, wanting to spend their last days in pleasure and comfort, but if a young man were to come along, I was to softcore reject him. So, erotic I grew nervous as he approached my door, and I pondered for a moment to act like I wasn’t home. If the townsfolk saw this man enter my abode, it would raise questions, and the god-fearing people of Towerhead usually answered questions of magical beings with pitchforks and torches. He knocked on the door, and I sighed. “One moment.” I called to the door, adjusting myself in the mirror. I was naked, of course. Clothes were such a bother, unless they were lingerie, in which case they were wonderful fun. Still, I couldn’t risk unintentionally tempting this boy with my body. My tan complexion was a pristine canvas formed across a set of curves that bowed vulgarly about my outline. My breasts swelled from my chest in perfect proportion to my delicate frame; sloping over a silky abdomen that was toned with soft muscle, and dotted with a small navel at its center. The lines of my torso trailed together into my pelvis, which was outlined by wide hips, and a robust, perfect backside that creased into two, perfect domes, whose supple texture was hinted at with each lascivious step. My thighs were thick, toned and smooth, and revealed a hairless, tight slit at their apex. My eyes were big, innocent and violet, my cheekbones were high and baring lush cheeks, and my lips were full, pink and luscious. I was a beautiful, human woman in all aspects, save for the curved horns that protruded from my mane of wavy, black hair, and the long, thin tail that grew outward from my tailbone. I tossed a baggy tunic over my perfection, and walked to the door. “Yes?” I asked, opening the small window at the front of the door, where only my violet eyes could be seen. “Are you Tera?” the young man asked. He looked to be about sixteen, blonde of hair, slight of build, and obviously nervous as hell. Thank god; I thought he might be another suicidal young man looking for an easy way out. He brunettes was not here for my salacious services. “I am,” I said, trying to keep the natural seduction out of my voice, “what can I help you with, young man?” “It’s…” the young man trailed off, “it’s kind of complicated, can I come in?” So, an embarrassing ailment of some kind. God, I hope he didn’t come for an erectile dysfunction cure. “Roll up your sleeves, take off your boots, splay your hands, spread your legs, lift up your shirt, and spin around three times,” I replied, “then show me your gold.” The young man did as requested; taking off his boots, lifting up his shirt and tucking it beneath his chin, rolling up his sleeves, and then splaying his hands, spreading his legs, and spinning slowly around three times. I took an indulgent moment to admire the toned muscle of his abdomen, and the veins in teasing his forearms, and then told him he could stop. "I guess I'm old news." She said oh my god I can't believe this I​ actually​​ deepthroated a huge 12 inch dogs cock and took at least 14 inches in “Jenn, what are you doing?” I gasped softcore out, “either go ahead or teasing stop. He felt his balls constrict and held her down. She slid a piece of paper across the table. So, Lori, are you willing to give me COMPLETE control? 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