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... felt hot, wet, and tired. All three had been qualities she'd enjoyed a lot more when visiting the Priestesses of Safara. It had taken several days, and the heat had been terrible. Several times she'd nearly slipped and plunged into deep water. And she swore the roots grabbed at her once or twice, and not even in the good tentacle way. Far from giving her the thrill of feeling like she was about to be erotically torn apart, she just tripped and fell. The mud didn't cling to her sensually, it jus ...
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