We must hurry to help them." They hurried on in silence.Kurt led the way and the rest of the team followed in silence. By afternoon, they were approac...hing the camp of the Jegs. They crept up in the bushes silently and looked out on the clearing just in time to see a blue beast/woman slit open the belly of another pregnant Salta woman.A hole appeared between the eyes of the beast/woman. As she dropped, her two assistants turned and two crossbow bolts buried themselves in their left eye sockets.. "You want to christen this?" she asked, grinning."Thought we might… and there was no way I could carry you upstairs," Pete admitted, rubbing his back. "Besides," he stroked the bulge tenting his trousers, "I can’t wait." No?" No. Your fault." Pete stood one pace from the sofa, gazing at Lucy. "You're just so…"His voice trailed away as she pulled her T-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Pouting, she stroked her lacy bra. "I'm just what?" she asked, teasingly squishing her boobs. Somewhat faster this time, I could feel that my back door had opened for him. He began the ride we were both here for. I clenched the bedding beneath me. Looking down, I noticed, with some surprise, that I was rock hard, and had a drop of cum hanging from the tip of my cock. Jim was using my cunt at a pretty good pace now. The former pain and pinching I had felt was replaced by a burning sensation. I knew I was going to be feeling this fuck for a while. I noted that Jim wasn't pounding me as. Pleased, Glamora stroked it’s tiny head, and whispered to it softly, before it flew away. “Thank you tiny bird,” she smiled as she fondled the stick.“I shall call you Thatch,” she said, and waved her hand over it. Soon, the stick transformed in to a thick, phallic shaped glass tube.“Hello my dear,” Thatch spoke to her gently and lovingly. “How can I please you?”“I’m not sure, my friend, but I know I need you,” she replied, innocently. Thatch warmed in her hand and purred as she stroked his.