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Part Fifteen: Promise Fulfilled By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this. Chapter Forty-Three: Art's Reminder Aingeal – Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifedoms of Zeutch The feyhound's wicker body crumbled around our souls. I could feel the poor proxy's body unraveling. The supercharge from the diamond hammer had sent too much energy through it. The feyhound wasn't a proper proxy. Smoke rose, wicker bursting into flames. “What happens to us when it's destroyed?” I asked Ava. Ava didn't answer me. Instead her soul seized mine and pulled us away. I gasped as I had a glimpse of the feyhound's body erupting into full fire. Flames were around us for a moment and then darkness rushed around me, a bodiless hurtle that— My eyes opened. I gasped awake, staring up at the sky. Fire burned and crackled. I sat up, blinking at the shock of being back in my amateur real body. My flesh ached. My wings fluttered. I groaned as I stood up on the slope, struggling to get my bearings. Flames devoured the grass of the hill to my left near a dark form lying dead. It was monstrous. Prince Meinard slain. Then I heard Kora shouting. She raced towards another prone figure. “Sven?” I groaned, realizing it was our husband on the ground. Kora fell to his side. Clammy, fearful hands kneaded my guts. Moments later, Nathalie and Carsina joined Kora, Nathalie trembling, her breastplate missing. “Princess!” Greta shouted, charging up the hill towards the top where Ava stood up. Then I saw another body... Skin black. I gasped at the sight of the blonde crushed golden armor mixed amid the smashed form. Ealaín... A voyeur dizzy wave shot through me as I stared down the slope. It hit me that she was dead. “Cernere's black cunt,” I whispered, the world twisting at strange angles as the teen blood pounded through my veins. My drunken gaze swept across tits the bottom of the slope and spotted another fire burning and crackling. It was the feyhound by the corpse and— She was naked apart from her now disarranged stockings and her shoes. I gladly agreed and watched her slightly wobble as she got up and stumbled her way to the bathrooms. "My name is Rachel Peck. Will was effusive in his praise of her and his happiness that she found a permanent place with you.” "Could I, Maggie?” It’s not nice to tease an animal but he was kind of teasing me while you were in the kitchen.” Now he was licking her ankle and her calf and she pushed him away but he was insisting now. Heather was afraid that she was going to suffocate, but then her friend started to grunt, shaking in pleasure. All I know is that I've always been very self-conscious about it. "That wasn't our agreement, God damn it!" But now...." When she told me that she amateur wants to do it. “Haha, yeah sure…” She kisses me before finally getting up. On the stairs she overtakes me, and gently using my upper arm to support me she tows me along the corridor. “More like my oldest acquaintance.” Rachel chuckled from the front. “Huh, huh?” That guy was fucking Eli!” Marsha told her as they crawled thru the tent’s flap doors. "You know very well," she said, "She ruined everything for me, nearly." Throughout our chats, I started recounting different sexual adventures I had had. There was only a small flattish area just inside, then beyond that, a gaping black hole tits disappeared downwards. The wrinkled feel made my dick throb. This was hot and I told her “your gonna make me cum”. Two months later I walked in the blonde house after school. “You are making a puddle slave.” He voyeur told her as he allowed her to lick his fingers teen clean.