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Karlach’s muscles twitch and spasm as she desperately tries to escape the spell, but to no avail.

And Cyrel continues her ****.

*WHAM*

*WHAM*

*WHAM*

Her kicks hitting Karlach perfectly on her cunt, the toes of the shoe slamming against her labia and vagina, while the heel of her foot flattened her clit against her pubic bone.

Despite the pain, though at times faltering and showing how much pain she was in, Karlach’s face remained mostly stoic, her time as a soldier in the blood war having her go through much pain before.

*WHAM*

*WHAM*

*WHAM*

Karlach face scrunches up in pain, unable to hold her painless expression any longer, the pain becoming too much as her cunt is tenderised like a piece of dwarf-meat.

Her pussy burns more than usual as the strong kicks flatten her cunt and clit, painfully stinging.

*WHAM*

*WHAM*

*CRACK*

Karlach’s red face turns purple as the last kick lets out a painful crunch.

“You… you b-broke it.” Karlach says, strain obviously in her voice as a bile of puke starts gathering in her throat.

Cyrel chuckles, but as she does, she loses concentration, thus losing the spell.

Cyrel screams as the large burning tiefling lands on her, burning her alive.

Eventually the screaming stops, but the pain in Karlach’s crotch doesn’t.

She tightly grips her groin as she rolls around on the ground.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck”

For at least 30 minutes she rolls around in pain, until she builds up the strength to let go of her broken cunt, and reaches into her bag of holding.

She pulls out a potion of healing and drinks it in its entirety.

The pain in her cunt subsides, though does not disappear, but at least it’s no longer broken.

She sighs in relief, her chest heaving up and down as she lays on her back, recovering, before she gets up and walks out.

“Shit, I didn’t even get to ask them about the curse.”