Nagy went to sleep in her room that night.

There was nothing more they could do, only wait for the opportunity to take their revenge.

She thought that Michael had gone to talk to the warrior of his pack and that they might not see each other again until the next day.

It remained to be seen if Rudolf had bought the story that he was not to blame for the attack.

Michael went to Aron, they talked and plotted against the enemies.

Only Michael returned to the castle, but not to his room.

Nagy slept restlessly, a strong and persistent smell luring her from her dreams.

As if that weren't enough, waves of heat began to penetrate her body, and furtive caresses brushed all over her.

- Michael... - she moaned sleepily as she felt the delicious invasion of something smooth and soft between the folds of her vagina.

"Wait... but... what the hell?"

Nagy awoke suddenly to find her entire nightgown open, though not as wide as her two legs, where a blonde's head was bobbing, giving her fantastic oral s