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... aw was her.
Elyra.
Her naked body, still warm from the night, was curled across the sheets, her silver hair scattered like a rumpled cascade on the pillow. Her heavy chest rose in a peaceful rhythm, her nipples erect despite the muggy heat of the tent. Her flat belly moved slowly with each breath. Her face was calm, almost fragile — nothing like the fierce fighter who drove her spear into demons’ throats.
I stayed still. My cock, still swollen from the memory of the night ...
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