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
"Tell me, Sasha," Bree whispers against her cheek, "can you give me your full attention even if David fucks you?"At first glance, Sasha seems perplexed,her brow furrowing in confusion. Then, her face brightens with the understanding of someone who knows that kind of craving Bree has now. Slowly, a smile spreads over Sasha’s lips."Of course," she replies.Bree smiles in return. "This is a special occasion, you know? It's our very first time together—- the first one of many. Isn't it right, Sasha?"In answer, Sasha nods and takes hold of the cockstone, the tip of the phallus-shaped rock sliding between Bree’s folds under her expert touch. "Oh, Sasha," Bree moans, her voice trailing off into a sigh. "Yes, yes…"As the stone dildo’s length disappears inside Bree, her head tilts back, a sharp yelp escaping her throat. She groans the whole time as the cold rock dives deeper and deeper into her until all that remains of it is the part where Sasha’s fingers are holding it. Bree rocks her
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
Leaves and branches rain down upon me like a hailstorm, and I'm momentarily disoriented as I try to make sense of what's happening. Is it an earthquake? A thunderstorm? Or something else entirely?The thicket shudders again, and my mind goes blank as I try to keep myself steady against the onslaught of falling objects. Another quake hits, shaking the ground even harder. It's only then that I realize— Sasha! I have to find her, make sure she's not the one doing this. I dash towards the shed. Panic grips me. Okay, David, you've got this. You're a hero, remember? A gem-hauling, beast-slaying hero— I might have not killed any beast so far, but I brought the right woman to do it for me. I open the door to where I left Sasha and Bree, ready to burst into the shed and save the day.Heart pounding with adrenaline, I'm met with an unexpected sight. Sasha and Bree are huddled together in an embrace, Bree’s hands occupied: one grabbing one of Sasha’s tits while the other hiding beneath her pan
"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
Roderick narrows his eyes and brandishes his gleaming sword at me. Panic-stricken thoughts ricochet through my mind as I desperately seek an escape from the seemingly inescapable predicament. My heart screams at me to run, as every fiber of my being knows it's the logical choice. Despite this, my legs betray me, refusing to take a single step that would expose my cowardice to the watchful eyes of those around me. Torn between the fierce desire to avoid a potentially lethal confrontation and the refusal to cower in shame before my adversary, I weigh the terrifying options before me.Suddenly, Sasha steps in front of me, her eyes flashing with determination. "Roderick, stop! Duels are outlawed inside the village. You should know that if you are from these parts."Roderick scowls, his grip on the sword tightening. "Fine. We'll settle this tomorrow, at the edge of the forest near your hut, Sasha. But don't think I'm going to go easy on him."I breathe a sigh of relief as Roderick stalks
"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
Bree paces back and forth, her face contorted with anger. "You fool! You can end up dead!"“I know the risks.” I nod solemnly. "No way am I running away from this, Bree. I have to fight Roderick. And who better to train me than you? You're quick on your feet, and your reflexes are as sharp as a sword. You'll make a great teacher!"Bree rolls her eyes, clearly not convinced. "David, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I'm not exactly teacher material. I can hold my own in a fight, sure, but teaching someone to duel is an entirely different matter."As my heart plummets into the depths of my chest, a sense of determination surges through me, igniting a fire inside. Despite the looming uncertainty, there's no way I'll back down from this challenge now. With furrowed brows and clenched fists, I ask nicely, "Please, Bree. I know it's a long shot, but I need your help. You're the best fighter I know, and I trust you to train me to the best of your abilities."Bree stops pacing and glares a