Linda Johnson
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I grip the gauntlet enclosing my right hand, tightening it into a firm fist. The pulsating energy emanating from it seems to respond to my determination, growing in intensity. My eyes fixate on each member of the court, conveying a mix of urgency and challenge. "Where are my wives?" My voice resonates through the hall, echoing with authority. Each word is pronounced clearly and resolutely. "Time is running out!" Tiberius, with his eyes filled with hatred, stares at me disdainfully, his voice filled…-
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"AAAAAhhhhh~~~!" What is this I'm feeling? "AAAaaaahhhhh~~~!" Blua tomb cannot contain herself because the stimuli she is receiving in her breasts are immense to the point of making her reach the climax, still with the breast milk coming out of her breasts and wetting my face, I look down towards her pussy and watch her release an ocean. "Uuhhh~~~~!" The loud moans come out of her mouth and spread all over the place. The pussy juice wets me all over, I see that the pussy of a rank 1 witch is…
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I move my two hands and hold the waist of the milf in front of me, she faces me and hesitates because it seems that this is the first time she is in this situation, she looks to the side and faces everyone in the room, but everyone they look away helplessly in the face of the situation. I open my mouth and say. "How old are you?" Blua hearing my words, faces me and with a female voice full of hesitation says. "32 years old!" As soon as I heard those words, I smiled at her. "You have the seductive…
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If seen, disappear. Never confront your target directly. Never kill in front of witnesses. I smile and look into her eyes. "Goodbye, commander." I toss my blade into the air. Crossbow bolts are fired at her, anticipating my leap. The four soldiers rush in. Everything seems to slow down as the blade soars through the air. One rotation. Two. I throw the last dagger towards my target. One of the guards steps in front of her, and the dagger hits his armor. Three, four. I leap towards the…
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I maintain my serious and determined expression. With a firm voice, I enumerate the names of my precious wives, whose image and memories remain vivid in my mind. " - Kinzy - A dark elf with snow-white hair and gentle, delicate features. - Hinizy - An elf with penetrating red eyes, porcelain-white skin, and long red hair that seems to blaze like flames. - Arianazy and Antrazy - Two elves with white skin and intense green eyes, adorning their long braided hair with flowers, evoking beauty and a…
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I rose from the ground, feeling a mixture of ecstasy and adrenaline rushing through my veins. Before me, the hall was steeped in shock and disbelief. Awe-struck gazes fixed upon me as murmurs echoed through the corridors. I smiled, a smile of insane courage. Ignoring the perplexed expressions and incredulous stares, I began to walk with determined steps towards the empty throne. My goal was clear in my mind. I wanted my wives back, those who had been ruthlessly kidnapped. And no matter how impossible it…
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To your right was Tiberius Mortis, the legendary faithful Hound of Crownol, leader of the exclusive Tenth Legion and now commander of all the empire's armies. He was the embodiment of power itself: while Aelius sat rigid and upright, Tiberius was leaning back, the fingers of a gauntlet forming a rhythmic tattoo on the wooden armrest of the chair. His arms were immense, and his expression, stern. The third figure, simply called "Faceless," was a mystery. The person was motionless in the chair, covered…
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My name is Alyssa Roshka. For nearly two millennia, my ancestors ruled over the Ore Fortress. Warlords, nations, and potential empires tried to dethrone us, greedy for the fortune that the crystal mountain offered us, but none broke through our barriers. They crashed against our walls like waves of the sea, only to be ruined by our magic. They all failed... until Crownol arrived. Suddenly, my family's reign came to an end. --- She lifted her head as they ascended the Stairway, known as Triumph.…
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My feet launch into the air, propelled by my boots, as my gaze scans the surroundings around the castle. I observe the marks left by chaos and the intrusion of the "other wizards," a constant reminder that when facing them, I will dirty my hands with brutal bloodshed. A smile forms on my lips as I notice a path forming in the opposite direction of the castle. The trail seems to indicate the path the elves were taken, chained by some sort of magic. As I soar through the skies, my golems below me, I…
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In the distance, I spot a castle made of stone blocks, something that catches not only my attention but also that of the other wizards accompanying me. One of the women in the group, named Brital D. Nol, looks steadfastly ahead and raises one of her hands, pointing towards the castle. "What? How can such a colossal structure be in this position? It would require a level 3 enchantment to remain standing." Upon hearing that, I smile and say, "Is that so?" As soon as I utter those words, everyone…
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