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... sands of gods pressed forward in their seats, their breaths stolen, their divinity trembling in the air like taut strings ready to snap. The sight of Vili, swollen and dripping with Morgana’s seed, his once-proud war body hanging limp in her full-nelson grip, was an image none of them could erase—even if they wanted to.
Morgana finally let him drop.
His body hit the blood-stained stones with a wet THUD, cum spilling from his ruined ass in thick white rivers. The God of War—once t ...
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