I had to hurt him. I could feel his breath rushing down his windpipe. XXX I had to draw his attention. The room shook. An idea formed in my mind, the perfect illusion to cast. They looked lost, bewildered, many wearing dressing gowns, some with faces ruddy from drink. “Yes, yes, you understand,” the naga said, her voice hissing with such sibilant delight. Ava ducked, her feyhound form nimble. “You’re just that pathetic of a fighter,” I said, putting mocking derision into my voice. Flesh sliced beneath them. “How!” she snarled. After Keythivak and his poison, I’d gleaned every bit of information about the cruel naga. Now they moved. His cock bounced before him like a battering ram. “Now don’t move,” she hissed, slithering towards me.
