“I really shouldn’t … ooh … be doing this,”
Synaethespian gasped as she ran her hand down the soft, sweet, and sibilant skin of Panacea’s belly. The healer’s pussy sounded like a lover’s moan, and Synaethespian had never wanted to touch anything more.“Can’t … help … myself. So hot.” Sliding her finger into Panacea’s dripping slit felt like sunlight sparkling on the water. Syn let out a sigh that sounded lush and musky. She had never been this aroused before. Never.
Panacea watched Synaethespian’s face carefully. She hadn’t been certain if the sorceress’s ability to perceive the senses differently would have allowed her to resist Panacea’s power to manipulate her body. As Synaethespian moaned helplessly once more, Panacea nudged her heart rate a little higher, increased the blood flow to her breasts and vagina, spiked her testosterone production. Before long, Synaethespian would be too horny to protest. Too horny to resist. Too horny to think.
Then, Panacea would start thinking for her.
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