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His body repaired itself rapidly, healing his wounds and filling him with the energy to go on. By the time the well was dry and he had emptied his reserves of power, James body was brimming with barely-suppressed magic. The magic was oddly familiar to James, stockings and not just because he had used it himself. Looking at the bronze idol out of the corner of his eye, comprehension passed through James. He had witnessed this magic once before Fingering – when an old man used it to repair a damaged statue. The presence of another soul pressed upon James' mind, but he welcomed it – finally understanding the nature of his power. If the king of Babylon wished to lend him his strength, then James would accept. With extreme ease, he broke free of the invisible magic that bound him. It was like snapping twigs. He was well beyond the point of being contained by magic of that level. James lifted himself off the ground and stood, glaring at the pale goddess who tormented his sister. Ishtar removed her hand from Ashley's face and stepped toward James just as the red-haired woman was beginning to sprout black wings from her back. Ash fell to the ground and groaned in pain as the demonic changes quickly reversed. She panted as her horns receded and her eyes changed back to their normal shade of brown. On hands and knees, she looked over to her brother – she barely recognized him. James stood confidently at the center of the room. His eyes shone brightly with magical power, holding a determination that Ashley had never seen before. He had the air of someone in complete control of the situation, despite how things had been going ever since they had reached the Babylonian exhibit. But even Ishtar looked surprised and shaken by James' second wind. "Is that really the same James?" Ash wondered to herself. The goddess strode forward to face the young mage, who watched the beautiful woman with disdain. James raised a single hand – crackling with energy – to eye-level before him. When he closed his fist, a small blast of power radiated outward and swept over the room. Ashley threw up her arms reflexively to prepare for impact, but the shockwave passed over her harmlessly. Ishtar shielded herself magically – though she seemed heels to have underestimated the power required to defend herself against James' magic, as she was forced to take a step busty back and brace herself against the blast. Ishtar's animated servants were not so well defended. When the crackling energy reached them, the suits of armor immediately disintegrated into piles of fine, metallic dust. Jess fell to the floor when the knight that held her was destroyed. She went to help Mark, who was trying to pick himself up off the ground, though his injured leg was giving him trouble. Like Ashley, the two were otherwise unaffected by their friend's magic. When the shockwave struck the great bronze idol, the same shield as before appeared to protect it. The bubble-like force field shimmered into existence just as the blast reached the statue. And though it absorbed and mitigated much of the damage, the idol still shook violently when James' magic passed through it. A few small pieces of bronze chipped off and fell to the floor. Ishtar spun around and looked at her statue with shock and… was that fear on Nylon the goddess' face? James' smiled, pleased by the power at his command. He began gathering magic in his hands again, preparing for his next attack. When the goddess had turned to face him again, he spoke boldly in a deep voice that both was and was not his. " This ends now, Ishtar, " the dual voices rang out through the huge exhibit, echoing off the marble walls and pillars. The room seemed to shudder in response to the power James' voice held. I think she even ordered them to worship me as busty a god or something. Water and flames swept from Greta and Nylon Nathalie. We stopped and she got up slowly, then helped me up and we kissed again. First Jesse and Jackie had the flu, then passed it to Kelly and Joyce, then go on vacation. I had been to the lake with friends earlier a couple of times so I knew the area quite well. If the other girls knew what I had to hide in my pants they wouldn’t be so jealous of me. I put on a lot of makeup to try and steal attention away from my crotch, my red lips, dark eyes and tan body made most people think I'm trying to be a bimbo. “Uh huh,” Jake sighed. Mrs. Scott throws her head back and laughs, “Ha…. Juices ran down my thighs. I was getting close to her ass, and anticipating the taste and smell when she barked out “My Feet slave” “Yes mistress” Now one thing I knew was that both Heather and Sue had foot fetishes, so if heels stockings I did it right, Heather would have and orgasm or two as I sucked on her toes. Generously donated to the Rape Run by Salarin. – I want to go up to the creek. Her legs were short, but Fingering perfectly shaped. Expertly gripping the switch lightly in the fingers of my right hand, I found the wrapping of silk provided an excellent non-slip purchase on the shaft. I'm so glad the girls weren't around to see me like this. because after you have a bit of a rest and get a full stomach I seriously want you to fuck the hell out of me again then fist me all night..