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Battered and beaten by the mere presence of the majestically muscled Courtney Whitmore, Vandal Savage is reeling. As he tries to recall the incantations he believes will control the empowered and ascended Stargirl, her hypnotic beauty and endless, panicked lust have started to work at his mind-- at his soul. Certainly at his cock, unable to stop responding to her wailing need.
Her body may have become a towering titan, nearly twice his height and far more than that in width and breadth, but her mind seems as innocent as ever. Innocent, and tormented by the furious lusts flashing through her curvaceous body. Screaming and howling at him, blaming him for body's insistent Hungers, she half-jills herself off, half-fights to remain modest. The cognitive clash her panicked berserk is creating is beginning to grind away the vestiges of thought.
Not a good situation when one is attempting grand magics on the equivalent of fifty thousand years of reading about it on the internet.

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Ranting and frantic to escape the sexual heat thrown upon her by the Pulse's transformation, the titanic mega-amazon who was once Courtney Whitmore hammers herself against the bounds of one of the great mystic circles-- a runic inscription designed to hold the very gods themselves. Vandal Savage must now fight his own growing arousal-- and worse, his own growing desire to worship Courtney like the muscle goddess she is-- lest she overwhelm his mind and draw him in for some explosive amatory conclusions.
Quite probably literally.

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Battered and beaten by the mere presence of the majestically muscled Courtney Whitmore, Vandal Savage is reeling. As he tries to recall the incantations he believes will control the empowered and ascended Stargirl, her hypnotic beauty and endless, panicked lust have started to work at his mind-- at his soul. Certainly at his cock, unable to stop responding to her wailing need.
Her body may have become a towering titan, nearly twice his height and far more than that in width and breadth, but her mind seems as innocent as ever. Innocent, and tormented by the furious lusts flashing through her curvaceous body. Screaming and howling at him, blaming him for body's insistent Hungers, she half-jills herself off, half-fights to remain modest. The cognitive clash her panicked berserk is creating is beginning to grind away the vestiges of thought.
Not a good situation when one is attempting grand magics on the equivalent of fifty thousand years of reading about it on the internet.

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Ranting and frantic to escape the sexual heat thrown upon her by the Pulse's transformation, the titanic mega-amazon who was once Courtney Whitmore hammers herself against the bounds of one of the great mystic circles-- a runic inscription designed to hold the very gods themselves. Vandal Savage must now fight his own growing arousal-- and worse, his own growing desire to worship Courtney like the muscle goddess she is-- lest she overwhelm his mind and draw him in for some explosive amatory conclusions.
Quite probably literally.

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