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.The sky would flash and the wind would blow.Just as soon as she located her wand.It was lying a few yards away, being inspected by a curious hen.Usually Murielhad no fear of animals.She was, after all, the proud owner of a beautiful and effectivepair of wings, not to mention a lethal wand, but in this instance, she felt a cold shiver offear travel the length of her spine.She was in deep trouble.The hen, who had the nastiest, beadiest pair of eyes, glared down at Muriel, movingher head so that the faerie could see her sharp beak.Muriel gulped, and after throwinga glance in the direction of the smokers, marched toward the hen.The bird watched her approach with interest, the small comb quivering withexcitement.Trying to keep her authority, Muriel marched forward with a confidenceshe didn t feel, whispering a mantra under her breath. It s only a hen.It s only a stupidbloody hen. That worked fine until she was an arms length away from her wand.Thehen, suddenly realizing what the faerie was planning, screeched and placed one clawover the tiny emerald encrusted treasure.Muriel yelled and dove, the hen tried to peck at the flying object and missed.Thebrothers, hearing the cacophony, whirled around in time to see the hen fly through theair and hit the barn door.Before they could close their mouths, a full-sized and angryfaerie appeared in front of them.Their jaws dropped down to their chest and theyquivered in fear, or maybe it was just lust at the sight of a naked boob hanging out ofthe negligee. So, you thought you d have your way with me, did you? Red Head, the more intelligent of the two, evaluated the situation relatively quickly.He fell to his knees, placed his hands together in prayer and began to whine. Oh greatMuriel, Patron Faerie of Virgins, help us in our hour of need, for we are virgins true. Muriel sneered for all of a second before she remembered that sneers were the maincause of nose wrinkles and stopped.She started to tap her toes instead. Give up.It s awell known fact I only work for poor deprived female virgins.If you guys want to getlaid, I suggest you work harder, lose weight, do something about your lack of charmand buy a toothbrush.Red Head regained his surly attitude, stood up and sized up Muriel. Well, we restill two and you have a broken wing, not to mention those stilettos on your feet.Howfast can you run, faerie? 67 Mary HausenThe faerie smiled at them, raised her eyebrows and showed them her wand. Youforgot about the wand. Stupid One nudged his brother. What is a wand? It s a stick, that s all. He took one menacing step and Muriel immediately wentinto combat position one foot forward to give a slim silhouette, shoulders back so herboobs became a diversionary tactic and wand at the ready. I m warning you.One more step and you ll regret it. Red Head dared to take another step and his brother, sensing an easy kill, followedhim. Don t say I didn t warn you. Muriel swung the wand and Red Head foundhimself dressed in nothing but a pink thong with a fluffy crotch.As he gasped andclutched his groin, the faerie attempted very hard not to laugh and failed.The man infront of her was as white as a plucked chicken and just as unsavory.Pimple craterswere scattered over his thin back while his huge beer-fed stomach hung down a far wayover the waistband of his new underwear.He could have been a girl, the way he screeched and scrunched over to hide hisnear nudity. Get her, get her.Get that faerie. When I get my hands on you, you meddling faerie, there won t be enough of youleft to put in an envelope.No wonder your boyfriend left you, you re a menace to allfree males. Had everyone in The Valley heard about her little disagreement with Elton? Shewrinkled her nose in distaste, almost missing Stupid One s advance, but she recoveredwell before he entered the danger zone.One more wave of the wand and Viv s brother was wearing a sexy latex outfit withlittle cut outs for his abundant male boobs and another one for his dick.It was hard tosay which one of the brothers began to shriek more.Pleased with another piece ofexcellent work, Muriel slid the wand back into its holster and began to walk away asfast as her stiletto boots would allow.The pace in question wouldn t have been much ofa challenge for a snail, therefore the faerie was not surprised to hear the rush of runningfeet behind her.Without even looking around, she whipped the magic tool out of her holster andwaggled it over her shoulder. Oh, the Blessed Heavens! What is this form of torture? Muriel continued walking. It s called a cock ring.Well, sort of.It was a cock ringuntil I upgraded it.You might call it a Cock Ring à la Murielle. And how do we get it off? I swear my dick s swollen so hard, it s painful. Whine, whine, he was as pathetic as a boy caught with his pants down. It doesn tcome off.And so long as it doesn t come off, your dick stays hard.It may even getharder. Have mercy, have mercy, Faerie Muriel.Please! 68 Even Sex Faeries Get the BluesStupid One added his own pleas to his brother s. I swear I will never be mean tofaeries again.Please take this contraption off. As if she would listen to the promises of little wankers. Well& she began [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]
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.The sky would flash and the wind would blow.Just as soon as she located her wand.It was lying a few yards away, being inspected by a curious hen.Usually Murielhad no fear of animals.She was, after all, the proud owner of a beautiful and effectivepair of wings, not to mention a lethal wand, but in this instance, she felt a cold shiver offear travel the length of her spine.She was in deep trouble.The hen, who had the nastiest, beadiest pair of eyes, glared down at Muriel, movingher head so that the faerie could see her sharp beak.Muriel gulped, and after throwinga glance in the direction of the smokers, marched toward the hen.The bird watched her approach with interest, the small comb quivering withexcitement.Trying to keep her authority, Muriel marched forward with a confidenceshe didn t feel, whispering a mantra under her breath. It s only a hen.It s only a stupidbloody hen. That worked fine until she was an arms length away from her wand.Thehen, suddenly realizing what the faerie was planning, screeched and placed one clawover the tiny emerald encrusted treasure.Muriel yelled and dove, the hen tried to peck at the flying object and missed.Thebrothers, hearing the cacophony, whirled around in time to see the hen fly through theair and hit the barn door.Before they could close their mouths, a full-sized and angryfaerie appeared in front of them.Their jaws dropped down to their chest and theyquivered in fear, or maybe it was just lust at the sight of a naked boob hanging out ofthe negligee. So, you thought you d have your way with me, did you? Red Head, the more intelligent of the two, evaluated the situation relatively quickly.He fell to his knees, placed his hands together in prayer and began to whine. Oh greatMuriel, Patron Faerie of Virgins, help us in our hour of need, for we are virgins true. Muriel sneered for all of a second before she remembered that sneers were the maincause of nose wrinkles and stopped.She started to tap her toes instead. Give up.It s awell known fact I only work for poor deprived female virgins.If you guys want to getlaid, I suggest you work harder, lose weight, do something about your lack of charmand buy a toothbrush.Red Head regained his surly attitude, stood up and sized up Muriel. Well, we restill two and you have a broken wing, not to mention those stilettos on your feet.Howfast can you run, faerie? 67 Mary HausenThe faerie smiled at them, raised her eyebrows and showed them her wand. Youforgot about the wand. Stupid One nudged his brother. What is a wand? It s a stick, that s all. He took one menacing step and Muriel immediately wentinto combat position one foot forward to give a slim silhouette, shoulders back so herboobs became a diversionary tactic and wand at the ready. I m warning you.One more step and you ll regret it. Red Head dared to take another step and his brother, sensing an easy kill, followedhim. Don t say I didn t warn you. Muriel swung the wand and Red Head foundhimself dressed in nothing but a pink thong with a fluffy crotch.As he gasped andclutched his groin, the faerie attempted very hard not to laugh and failed.The man infront of her was as white as a plucked chicken and just as unsavory.Pimple craterswere scattered over his thin back while his huge beer-fed stomach hung down a far wayover the waistband of his new underwear.He could have been a girl, the way he screeched and scrunched over to hide hisnear nudity. Get her, get her.Get that faerie. When I get my hands on you, you meddling faerie, there won t be enough of youleft to put in an envelope.No wonder your boyfriend left you, you re a menace to allfree males. Had everyone in The Valley heard about her little disagreement with Elton? Shewrinkled her nose in distaste, almost missing Stupid One s advance, but she recoveredwell before he entered the danger zone.One more wave of the wand and Viv s brother was wearing a sexy latex outfit withlittle cut outs for his abundant male boobs and another one for his dick.It was hard tosay which one of the brothers began to shriek more.Pleased with another piece ofexcellent work, Muriel slid the wand back into its holster and began to walk away asfast as her stiletto boots would allow.The pace in question wouldn t have been much ofa challenge for a snail, therefore the faerie was not surprised to hear the rush of runningfeet behind her.Without even looking around, she whipped the magic tool out of her holster andwaggled it over her shoulder. Oh, the Blessed Heavens! What is this form of torture? Muriel continued walking. It s called a cock ring.Well, sort of.It was a cock ringuntil I upgraded it.You might call it a Cock Ring à la Murielle. And how do we get it off? I swear my dick s swollen so hard, it s painful. Whine, whine, he was as pathetic as a boy caught with his pants down. It doesn tcome off.And so long as it doesn t come off, your dick stays hard.It may even getharder. Have mercy, have mercy, Faerie Muriel.Please! 68 Even Sex Faeries Get the BluesStupid One added his own pleas to his brother s. I swear I will never be mean tofaeries again.Please take this contraption off. As if she would listen to the promises of little wankers. Well& she began [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]