Questionable Questing

Heyo. In class. Going to be editing tonight for Jackal

Hey, how was your day? How goes editing?

You there?

Still editing. Tis a process

Getting in tub. Out soon

Editing can be a bitch sometimes.

It is a struggle of focus. How your day

Pretty decent. I made some tacos earlier and then brownies. Kind of excited because I'm planning on cooking biscuits and gravy tomorrow, which is a recipe my dad used to love that I haven't cooked in awhile.

Brownies are awesome. I'm cooking up some intense style with this new lewd update. Prepared to be terrified and excited

Where going to get more of Hurrik's bizarre adventures, except instead of monster hunting he's mommy hunting? lol.

They voted to take the girl they saved. They voted Dragon She's getting a sorcerous brainwashing and remade from the ground up into a sex slave personal servant. She asked to forget and she'll get it

Hey, maybe Hurrik can turn this girl into a mommy. So maybe my pun wasn't a pun after all.

Hurik has a major impregnation fetish. Lyanna was overall focused on the shared debauchery. Hurik loves power

Lyanna could be power hungry too, but it was more a means to an end to like you said get more woman and more debauchery in her own little circle. Gaming blackmail and different kingdoms submission to see them kneel and definitely not in a power play. But in another way. lol

Let me grab a note from update

Deep inside Hurik, a titan made of fire and greed gloated. The girl's feelings were as transparent as gossamer and as easily destroyed in flame. Her memories twinkled like wounded stars, bleeding sadness to poison her thinking. She spoke desperate words with her physical mouth while in her soul, a yawning void left her cold and desolate.

He felt the force behind his sorcery rising, a tempest of iron will with claw and jaw to rip and devour who Kyrstal had been.

His cock stood so stiff it was painful. He would not just spear the girl's slit, he'd strike down her heart and from remains fashion a new Kyrstal, a better and happier one. A woman who's identity would be in service to him.

Beautifully he drowned her former ideas and thoughts in cinders and smoke.Where there was the gloom of doubt, he made bonfires to light her new way. Dreams to replace her old beliefs of good and bad. Visions of her drinking his seed from a chalice and praising him for it.

Holding a young girl's mouth open to receive his cock and tell her how important her papa was to her life. What did Kyrstal need except her lord's children, her lord's touch, her lord's words?

In all things he did, she could follow and be praised and rewarded. With a sigh of relief the woman he held and impaled realized she never need ask questions again. The answer would be his choice.

They voted Dragon. I didn't push them to it.