Sasha's eyes display an act of tremendous willpower as that clear shade of green dispels any previous lustful gaze. She manages to push away from her face the aroused expression that took hold of her lovely features before. “A rock can be pretty cold, indeed,” she says. “But a cockstone can be hot too if I use a gemstone spell to heat it up and make it the right temperature for me. Who knows? Maybe I’ll even find the right spell to turn it into a real thing…”Undoubtedly, her argument is compelling, and in this fleeting moment, I find myself nearly succumbing to the allure of her eloquent discourse. However, Bree remains impervious to such persuasions; the sardonic curl of her lips bears testament to her unwavering resolve. “Will you grow it hands too?” Bree asks, her own hands squeezing Sasha’s tit in a grip that is far from gentle. “Will it be able to grab you like this? And isn’t it boring and tiresome to wield it yourself when someone else could do the pounding for you?”Bree dr

I exit the shed with an armful of gemstones, trying not to drop any. If there is one thing I learned, it is that gems like to roll around. In fact, I think their very existence is predicated on rolling around. I mean, why else would they be called "precious stones"? Maybe you're wondering what being precious has to do with rolling around. Well, it's simple really. Think about it like this: when something is precious, it's valuable, right? And what's more valuable than something that's hard to catch or keep in one place? That's where rolling around comes in. Gems are like little mischievous gremlins, always on the move and never staying in one spot for too long. It's like they're saying, "You want me? You gotta catch me first!" So, if you want to possess one of these precious stones, you better be prepared to do some chasing. Just don't let them roll away too far or you might end up on a wild goose chase through town!They are obviously trying to show off their rolling skills! Mayb

"What is it?" Sasha asks, clearly befuddled by the sudden appearance of this man. The said man stops short as he inspects me standing beside Sasha. He straightens up.With a surge of determination, I decide now is the perfect moment to unleash the full potential of my newly-acquired permanent enhancement. Zeroing in on his vulnerable spots, I lock eyes with my opponent, my gaze mirroring the fierce intensity blazing in his own eyes. [Roderick is a proud man, and his pride often leads him to make rash decisions. He's fiercely protective of those he cares about, but can be quick to anger when he feels wronged or disrespected. He's also deeply in love with Sasha, but was too afraid to confess his feelings while she was cursed][Fears: Losing Sasha forever, failing to prove himself in battle, being alone and unloved][Weaknesses: Overconfidence in his own abilities, a tendency to jump to conclusions and act impulsively, a deep-seated insecurity that drives his jealousy and aggression]T

"Ahem. You two! Stand still!"I jump in surprise at the sudden command.Our chasing of chickens comes to a screeching halt when Sasha and I turn to find an old woman with leathery skin and long gray hair staring at us with a terrifying frown. She stands upon a small rise behind a clump of trees and wears a gray cloak and simple tunic. Her wrinkled hands rest comfortably atop the hilt of a dagger sheathed at her waist. The old woman's frown deepens as she points a crooked finger at us. "What do you think you're doing, chasing my chickens like that? Have you no respect for other people's property?"Sasha steps forward, her tone conciliatory. "We're sorry, ma'am. We were just having a little fun. We'll leave your chickens alone now."The old woman's eyes narrow suspiciously. "You better, or else I'll turn you into toads!"With a bead of sweat trickling down my temple, I take a shaky gulp. However, Sasha maintains an unwavering poker face, her eyes locked on to the threatening lady. "W

In the yard lit by eerie-colored gemstones, my feisty bandit ponders over Sasha’s unexpected proposal. Desperation surges through me, and I yearn to scream at her, urging her to say yes. Yet, my voice remains lodged in my throat, trapped by the anticipation swelling within me.The thought of having my cock rubbed against not two but four amazing tits sends my cock into instant throbbing. Nonetheless, the memory of cold metal slicing through the air, narrowly missing my vulnerable neck, makes me shudder. Perhaps it’s wiser to hold my breath in nerve-wracking anticipation for Bree's reply, as each hair on my skin stands on end.After a gulp, Bree clicks her tongue. “You two can go ahead and do whatever to make the training go smoother afterward. I’ll sit this one out.” She turns her back to me and slowly starts walking away toward the hut. “One of us should stay free of lust or dawn might come before we finish indulging our desires.”She implies that our training sessions thus far haven