where is paladin danse

Ok, wellp this is overall, what happens on this comic, is oh so sexy & HAWT, & the son's surprised face up there looks pretty funny, tho yeah dang is this is sorta sad/scary of a scenario happening here, especially the slavery (& contract!) but meh I've seen worse, more terrifying fates here on other posts, well she isn't even gagged or in bondage much thru all of it, ouch on the candles below her boobs earlier, but overall this is very sexy, with the womyn having fat asses wearing miniskirt, mmmmm, the stage & her getting hypnotized to be obedient furniture, & the son later on in the mistress's room just on her booty & her sexy farts hypnotizing him! Hope to see a continuation of this but doubt it, but I could hope...or see more from this artist, obviously!

“Good boy, Brucie! Good boy!” I encouraged him, ruffling his neck. “Mommy's turn this time!” And with a tongue-lolling doggie grin, he finally made his move, jumping up onto Mom's back and starting to thrust himself at her. She gasped in some combination of surprise, doubt, and fear, and I took her hand in mine, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “Try to get a little lower, if you can,” I advised her. “If you let him get all four paws on the ground he'll be way less likely to scratch you with his claws. It'll feel better, too, if you give him more leverage for thrusting.” She did as I said, lowering her hips and pressing those huge, hanging tits firmly into the carpet, her eyes clenched closed as she waited for it to happen. Bruce was having a little trouble finding his mark, as he always did, so I reached in under her with my other hand and spread her thick, meaty lips with my fingers. That got it done, her eyes popping wide as that hot doggie cock finally slid inside. His claws scratched at the carpet as he tried to reposition himself, giving himself one more deep, forceful drive into her depths.

“I’m just a lowly mercenary. That’s all they see me as. They hire me to do their spying, to fulfill the tasks they can’t, but they don’t have to respect me as long as they throw money at me. No matter what I do or how many times I risk my life, I’m an expendable asset. They’d never let someone like me into the knighthood on my own merits, not a filthy beastman, but I’m going to change that. Once I win this tournament and become a silver-rank knight, I’ll command authority and respect. They’ll have to acknowledge me and all beastmen.”“How noble,” Roc scoffed.