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“All you had to do was ask,” I chuckled to myself, shaking my head. She had no idea how those words applied to her, too. Maggie was never going to believe this, when I told her. Our regular girl, Isabella, wasn't half as feminine looking and hot as Rachel was, and her dick was even smaller than mine! Here we'd been paying for it all this time, and if I'd only known Rachel was out there somewhere, we might have been getting it for free! I wondered, did Rachel swing both ways? I knew Maggie would absolutely love that huge, thick cock of hers, every bit as much as I just had! I'd have to be careful, though... right now, Rachel thought she was doing this to me against my will, and punishing me was clearly her primary motivation for doing it. Not her only one, though... no, that kiss she'd given me at the end there had proven that! I'd just have to wait until she'd worked out most of her anger on me, first, before I could admit how much I'd truly been enjoying what she'd been doing, and I could ask her if she'd allow Maggie to come watch, or maybe even join in! I wriggled a little on the table, trying to stretch as much as I could in my restraints. I wasn't sure how long Rachel was planning to keep me tonight, and I didn't want to develop a cramp! I passed the time looking at her extensive collection of toys on the walls, imagining all the fun we might have. I was already anxious for her to get back, so we could get started on round two! I wondered, would she maybe make me suck her cock this time? I would love that, but probably not, I thought. Not until she was certain I was thoroughly under her control would she let that big, beautiful cock of hers anywhere near my teeth! But that was okay—taking it up my ass again was definitely fine by me!

Should he do it? Just forfeit the match? To admit before the crowd that their prince was too weak to fight back? After everything that had happened to him, he had no pride left, nothing to lose. Maybe it was better to accept his failure and resign himself to his shame. Lying on the ground, he raised his arm, about to surrender, but stopped, thinking back to a conversation he had with Tarnas. It was during the year of training, the two of them sitting around the campfire on an autumn night. Seraph was staring deep into the flames, into the light and warmth, but all he felt inside was cold darkness.

As the fateful duel erupted, Noah paced around them, undetectable to everyone. The skills and techniques they displayed were impressive, particularly how they incorporated their magic, but while he took the time to appreciate, he also stayed focused on his goal. He had to make Falco lose the fight, but do so in a way that wouldn’t draw suspicions. He couldn’t use his guns, or any of his illusion spells while he was concealed, but he had other ways of sabotaging him.