The Last Night Alone

by ~captainstupids

The Last Night Alone

Warning: This story is of a graphic and sexual nature.  It contains violence and blood.  Side effects may include lava.  Talk to your doctor and see if Story is right for you.

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Once upon a time, there lived a wicked sorceress named Morgana, who lived in an eerie castle in a distant land. She was a tall, slender woman whose face was radiant and beautiful that it is said that no man could take his eyes off her. Her hair long and dark black like the night, and her eyes were cold as ice. She wore a long dress with a red belt. This was always her favorite dress, even on days when she would make the people of a little town run in terror. Morgan was always mean to the people. She would make them slaves and terrorize them. She would make them do her biddings.

Sarah waited as the trio of athletes walked up the bleacher stairs leading to the VIP area where she was seated.  As they arrived, the reporter realized that Sandy's presence was commanding even in a lack of inflation, especially when viewed from a seated position.  The voluptuous six-foot woman towered over her as the three sidestepped through the aisle to seats adjacent to the reporter.  Sandy would be considered curvy at half her present dimensions.  As she uncomfortably watched Sandy's voluminous, heavy chest bobbling past her, Sarah wondered if s

“Things don’t always go according to plan.” a sultry female voice cooed from behind Investigator Lynn. This voice was accompanied by the click of a pistol loading.

The blonde woman’s hands shot into the air as she turned to face her assailant. She had to fight to keep herself from laughing. Sitting there on the desk, holding the pistol, was perhaps the broadest, most pregnant looking woman she had ever encountered. She looked as though she were ready to pop with triplets any time soon.

Though, knowing who she was facing she might have just been ready to pop.