Two muscular naked women were squared off on a wrestling mat. A whistle blew and both women charged each other. Captain Bower flinched when they colli...ded. He muttered something about unrealistic wrestling techniques as the two women fell to the mat. The women rolled around, flashing their hairy pussies as they groped each other. One woman managed to get the second in a scissors hold--her legs were around the other woman's waist. The other woman shoved one and then two fingers into the first. Protected from magic, Aeva was able to enslave the Magi, who of other minions were the easiest to corrupt. She had given to them positions of great and dark power, lording over counties and governing cities, long gone were the days of researching in dusty halls, struggling for grants from an unappreciative king. Now, magic was the forefront of all endevours, and those with its power ruled happily with the leave of their Dark Lord. Armies were raised and great factories built, trees demolished. "Rob, please? I can't reach it myself," she insisted, flirtatiously. Seeing the conflict on his face and the boner growing just under his zipper only attracted her more. She would do anything to be his little slut. Without a word he stood behind her, scratching her back. Mistaking his nervous laughter for playful arousal, Naya made her next move. "Hold on, I gotta unto my bra; I itch so badly." Reaching behind her back, she unlatched the clasps of her bra and pulled it off through the arm holes. At ten sharp, Ambrose rang the doorbell. Suzie had the coffee ready knowing how the Bishop liked to be on time. She let him in and, after a light hug and a peck on the cheek, led him into the lounge. Old fashioned like the rest of the place, the lounge was equipped with a three seater red leather sofa with two matching wing back armchairs. Ambrose took a chair while Suzie perched on the edge of the middle sofa seat, and said, “Shall I be Mum?” and poured the beverages, set out on an oak coffee.