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7/16/2025, 5:31:40 PM
>cast legendary proportions on Wilcer Garms
>cast reduce person and feeblemind on yourself
>Fully. Inside. Wilcer.
>with considerable effort and moaning he "births" you
>"Oh there's my baby commander, oh what a stinky stinky baby!"
>The Hand watches invisibly, "Ch-champion... Iomedae..."
>cast reduce person and feeblemind on yourself
>Fully. Inside. Wilcer.
>with considerable effort and moaning he "births" you
>"Oh there's my baby commander, oh what a stinky stinky baby!"
>The Hand watches invisibly, "Ch-champion... Iomedae..."
6/16/2025, 11:14:22 PM
>"I've got a little something for you, Commander"
>you're startled as Wilcer takes your hand, but his confidence lets you go along with it. He gives you that smirk you're so fond of, and a little rub of his finger on your palm as he leads you into a shadowy Drezen alley.
>you chuckle to yourself but feel a lump in your throat as you allow yourself to be led along by this round cherub
>the smirk never leaves his plump face as he unbuckles his pants and lets them fall to the ground
>you feel yourself getting hard as you look back to the busy street nervously, wishing he wouldn't go so slow but also savoring every moment
>"I take care of the crusaders, now who's going to take care of me?"
>you're speechless at this, your attempt to chuckle fades completely as you understand his implication
>the sounds of people in the street behind you make you nervous, but also thrill you
>your gaze focuses intently between his legs as he flips over some fabric, revealing his girthy hog.
>"By Iomedae, he's huge!" you think to yourself.
>stepping up close to you, he puts a hand on your shoulder, and with the slightest pressure you immediately comply, dropping to kneel on the cobblestones
>"That's right, commander. You are."
>you're startled as Wilcer takes your hand, but his confidence lets you go along with it. He gives you that smirk you're so fond of, and a little rub of his finger on your palm as he leads you into a shadowy Drezen alley.
>you chuckle to yourself but feel a lump in your throat as you allow yourself to be led along by this round cherub
>the smirk never leaves his plump face as he unbuckles his pants and lets them fall to the ground
>you feel yourself getting hard as you look back to the busy street nervously, wishing he wouldn't go so slow but also savoring every moment
>"I take care of the crusaders, now who's going to take care of me?"
>you're speechless at this, your attempt to chuckle fades completely as you understand his implication
>the sounds of people in the street behind you make you nervous, but also thrill you
>your gaze focuses intently between his legs as he flips over some fabric, revealing his girthy hog.
>"By Iomedae, he's huge!" you think to yourself.
>stepping up close to you, he puts a hand on your shoulder, and with the slightest pressure you immediately comply, dropping to kneel on the cobblestones
>"That's right, commander. You are."
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