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Vereesa's eyes slip from the powerful Archmage to her companion involuntarily, and the High Elf narrows her eyes into slits as she regards the mysterious wizard. He looks young, and he's dressed in the robes of a Kirin Tor Apprentice. That Jaina would take an apprentice wasn't surprising but inviting him to Rhonin's funeral was a bit perplexing. And more than that, it looked like he was even comforting her as the service continued. Her hand was in his lap, and he had his own hands, along with the loose arms of his robes, over hers, as if to remind him of her presence.
World of Bitchcraft
Book&Literature · TheEternalWanderer
In the end, she'd married one, not to spite those long-dead souls who had taught her to hunt and to track and to kill, but because they were right. She was not the best example of a High Elf. She would not wait for the fight to come to her. She would take it to her enemies and she would see them all die painfully for their crimes against her and her family.
World of Bitchcraft
Book&Literature · TheEternalWanderer
The temptation to try and galvanize the populace to war is strong, but Jaina already knows how that will go. Glancing to Harry, she shudders slightly, and closes her eyes for a moment. Then she continues.
World of Bitchcraft
Book&Literature · TheEternalWanderer
Jaina knows she's still a bit flushed, still a bit disheveled from the brutal face-fucking Harry had given her before they'd finally gotten dressed and left the cell behind. As she leads the dark-haired wizard down the hall, she's a little surprised to find the guards gone, and Kalec waiting in their place. As she reaches the entrance of the hall where he awaits them, she lifts a hand and snaps her fingers, bringing down the privacy wards she'd erected upon entering the area.
World of Bitchcraft
Book&Literature · TheEternalWanderer
Harry lifts his brow at that, even as Jaina strokes his cock back and forth with both hands.
World of Bitchcraft
Book&Literature · TheEternalWanderer
Holding her by her fat, perky mammaries, Harry mauls the voluptuous woman's chest as he rails into her faster and faster, slamming home into her womb time and time again. Jaina cries out, happily so, and Harry can't help but wonder what magic she's cast to keep their lovemaking from reaching others. After all, she's being VERY vocal, and Harry can't imagine there aren't guards waiting just down the hall.
World of Bitchcraft
Book&Literature · TheEternalWanderer
Harry grits his teeth, but seems to think better of answering her, even as Jaina undoes the drawstring of his pants, slowly pulling them down off his waist. He's wearing no underwear beneath those pants, and his massive schlong springs forth from its confines in short order, very nearly hitting her in the face as it does. Jaina pulls back at the last moment instead though, smiling pleasantly as she finally lays eyes on Harry's nice, thick prick… again.
World of Bitchcraft
Book&Literature · TheEternalWanderer
"A man. Perhaps a bit more. I've lived a life of service to my people. Saved countless souls. Fought evil where I could find it. Answer me this, Jaina Proudmoore… what is the name of your world?"
World of Bitchcraft
Book&Literature · TheEternalWanderer
That gets a rather unladylike snort from the beautiful magic user.
World of Bitchcraft
Book&Literature · TheEternalWanderer
But now wasn't the time to consider 'what if' scenarios and what he 'could have' accomplished. Now was the time to assess things, and possibly cooperate. Pressing his lips tightly together, Harry settles for answering the woman's question with another question.
World of Bitchcraft
Book&Literature · TheEternalWanderer
She'd thought she was prepared. But she wasn't. The sight of Theramore after the impact of the mana bomb… it's beyond anything Jaina had thought possible. Arcane Energy whips around her, but in truth, it's the least of the pain Jaina is feeling in that moment, as she stares out at the ruins around her. She'd teleported back to the center of the city, her magic immediately bringing her to ground level.
World of Bitchcraft
Book&Literature · TheEternalWanderer
"I'm going Kalec. And I'm going alone. Don't follow me."
World of Bitchcraft
Book&Literature · TheEternalWanderer
Turning to Victoire, the older blonde draws her daughter to her large bust, pulling the young woman in close and holding her tight. There are tears in the eyes of more than one of the witches arrayed around the Veil of Death. But there's also the same determination and resolve in all of them that Fleur herself feels now. And she knows… she KNOWS that they'll succeed, one way or another.
World of Bitchcraft
Book&Literature · TheEternalWanderer
A general cheer begins to rise up from the exhausted fighters, but it's abruptly cut off by the sudden return of spell-fire, as a variety of furious, pregnant witches stream into the Death Chamber, wands drawn and magic flying through the air. The Elder Wand flies from Bill's grasp in the ensuing chaos, and minutes later, the Weasley Unspeakable finds himself forced to his knees before his own wife, even as Fleur looks down at him with rage in every line of her being, her belly full with Harry's child and the Elder Wand in her grasp.
World of Bitchcraft
Book&Literature · TheEternalWanderer
That's not Ron. No, in fact the man is completely silent as his eyes flicker past Harry to where the voice came from in the first place. Bill stands there, Elder Wand pointed directly at Harry's chest as the most powerful wizard in centuries struggles against a simple summoning charge, inches from being pulled through the Veil of Death.
World of Bitchcraft
Book&Literature · TheEternalWanderer
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In the interest of keeping things fun, Harry waves his hand over their bodies, attempting to cast a wandless cleaning charm over the two of them in an effort to get rid of the new mess made of Jaina's sexual fluids. It certainly gets rid of her pussy juices… but it also vanishes the rest of her clothing at the same time, leaving her perfectly shaped breasts to bounce free of their confines, jiggling in very delightful ways, even as the Archmage gasps in playful faux outrage.
World of Bitchcraft
Book&Literature · TheEternalWanderer