It swelled my heart, joy beating through it for a moment. I took pride in my harem, in the hentai women in it. They were strong and powerful in their own ways. But I needed to do my part. I had to get back into the fight. The ogre bellowed, “TRICK!” I turned around and... The naga slinked out of the shadows, the body of a dusky-skinned woman thrusting from the sinuous form of a vibrant, purple-scaled serpent with diamonds of bronze running down her flesh. She slithered forward, large, pillowy breasts swaying before her. She had fat, brown-pink nipples hard with her excitement. Purple hair, the same hue as her lower half, fell about a cruel and hungry face. She clutched a scimitar in her left hand. Shadows played around her right. Her door hung ajar at the end of the hall, he pushed it open to look inside. When he returned he had the fresh pair of panties in hand. Her mere 4 ft 10 inches put her lips just above his nipples. “After selling the slaves, I plan to raid up and down the banks. “Well in any hentai case, that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed,” I said. I rubbed my nose against him as he plowed into me hard. He reached for his clothes, but stopped. I buried to the hilt in her again and again. “Ok, but is he here?” I am sore for several days since having kids, especially the last”. “I'm dressed for my date, Father,” I said with a frosty tone to my voice. Then before the police come in, I already gone.