Lira's thorny vines lashed at me while I countered with my black whips.
I played defense for the most critical moment to pin her physical as my corruption peaked. My vine grew thicker and stronger.
My corruption mana clashed with her forbidden presence. The air itself screamed.
Looking from above where my beauties and all they could see through the fog was sparks of light and heavy thunderous whipping sounds.
We fought all the way into the cave where she resided.
The battle of wills lasted for an hour before I was finally able to over power her.
My vines secretly landed a poison ivy on her cheek as she tried blocking my attack.
Her quick regeneration was about to be ware off the sting so I quickly charged at her, slamming her back against the rough wall.
My thick vines bindedher wrists high above her head, then I used one of my hands to rip off the silk from her chest in a single violent tear.
Her breast spilled free — large, soft and perfect.
