Chapter 1911 A Princess And Her Cock:>Ep2

• "Why won't this...why won't this rise..." he said in bitter frustration, sweat pouring down his face as he looked about five seconds from having what the chirurgeons had once described as a hemorrhage of the cerebrum.
• Embra stepped forward. "Don't worry, gent. It happens to every guy, once in a while." Without further commentary, she grabbed the wand out of his hands and snapped it like a twig. He watched, eyes crossing, at the puff of arcane smoke emerging from the broken focus. Then, without further encouragement, he took off at a dead sprint, screaming obscenities and invocations of protection from the divine in equal measure. With the last visible threat gone, she sheathed her sword.
• "Well, that could have gone worse."