“Here,” he shouts again “here you see clearly the one called Mystique who struck them down without mercy and cause…the only one who could be her is again the cat-girl…”
From three flashes of incandescent fires arrive a trio of beings; dressed in black, immaculately tailored suits, a staff of white ash in hand, they look on with eyes aglow in magenta fires. Indian porn Patches, from his perch on her shoulder warbles and tears after the carpet to play a game of ‘catch if catch can.’
“Wonderful my dear girl wonderful,” declares Headmistress Pele. Kissing him softly on the lips she just looks with those dreamy eyes into his own, her one finger teasingly in a caress of his chin. Hoping the magical protections embedded in his cloak will keep her safe he looks up, seeing the great support beam holding the massive bells aloft begin its final set of death throws. His words are “I – L – U – V – Y – O – U – growl!”
He moves on with his “search” along her leg with lips kissing and cheek caressing her muscles and each soft curve as well up to the hem of her skirt. **********************************
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So effortless is the movement from the Great Hall to the quarters of the Chancellor she does not comprehend the move until their dance stops
