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Princess Snow Bubbles
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Cecil adjusts his glasses and looks out into the night sky. “Its so lovely up here. I feel like we could touch the moon, don’t you?”
The coatl beats his wings, taking them higher. “It is all the more beautiful with you, Most Beloved. “
“Oh you and that tongue of yours.” Cecil chuckles. “I think I’m about ready for your ‘blessing’, dear. What do you say?”
He nods in assent, his thrusts taking on a determined, deliberate, pace. “Are you prepared, [color=red]beloved[\color]?”
Cecil watches intently, his fingers rubbing back and forth across his clitoris. “Mmm, yes! Give it to me, my dear!”
Flashing Feathers gives one final thrust, driving his hips up into his lover’s. He hangs at the peak of his arc as his orgasm surges through his length. Hot splashes of mana-infused cum fire deep within the bird, soaking his passage with ecstasy. Cecil throws his head back and moans, still fingering himself furiously and riding the tidal wave of bliss.
Color fills Mr. Ochre’s vision as magic spreads through his veins like fire. Limp and exhausted, he flops back against the coatl. Before passing out he utters one word: “Magnificent...”
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