"Damnable…it must be that damnable smoke. Bloody hell, how do I escape this tribulation?"
Nessriane wondered. But as Konrad rose from his throne and locked his devilish eyes upon her form, she realized the only salvation she could get was…his rod! With her memories recovered, how could she surrender herself to him? Glancing left and right, she sought escape means. Alas, none stood in sight, and Konrad stepped forward.
With one step, he appeared before the stairs, then started the paced crossing toward the bound Nessriane. The closer he got, the more fright and moisture filled her legs. And by the time he stood halfway to her "seat," Nessriane felt squalls of desire set her body ablaze!
