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“When a pall is cast upon the land, despair not, mortals, for come forth heroes ten. One in oceans deep, One the flame shall keep, One a fae, One a cheat, One shall poison grow, One for death, One for chaos, One for control, One shall pay a magic toll...”
“Do you mind if I join you?” “You ask this after you’ve already gotten undressed?”
Motherfucking, cock-sucking, son of a troll whore.
I’ve never actually had one inside me before, but if all men are this large, it assures me that the act of sexual congress is not something I’m designed for.
“Watch your tone, girl. I can still crush your skull into powder.” “Stop the theatrics,” Herrick says as he frowns at his brother. “The girl’s not our enemy.” “Tell that to my fucking knee,” Malvolo responds.
“Stop with all the ‘girl’ bullshit,” she says. “I have a name.” “Nobody fucking cares,” Malvolo says.
“Yes, I’m sure,” she grumbles. “You seem to be in a bad mood,” I continue. She turns around and glares at me. “You fuckers have kept me up for the last three fucking nights so yeah, I’m in a bad mood.”
“My dear, Neva,” she drawls, insincerity dripping from her words like poison from an apple. “How good to see you again.” “Cut the shit, Salome,” I growl. “I know Lycaon has his hands shoved up your flat ass.
