The woman’s soul was a fool for ever becoming a phantom. The necromancer’s voice screamed on the wind. Porn I closed my eyes, running my hand through her brown hair as I pictured Xera standing tall, her ears twitching as they poked out of her green hair, while a massive cock thrust from her groin. “The god of fatherhood has to produce many offspring. I imagined my wife’s fingers tugging on her nipple. I drew in a breath and shouted. Light streamed through a hole in the wall over my head. I was outside. “What?” I asked. I dived to the right, rolling across the paving stones and came up in a crouch. Another fireball streaked down. I recognized them all. My fingers ached, two bleeding from the rough stones.
