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Chapter 43 by hambo hambo

Does Silvia submit?

No!

Silvia submissively shifts in her seat as Pooky stares at her with a cool, piercing gaze.

Her mind is reeling at the thought of once again knuckling under and becoming the bottom bitch for yet another drow.

I mean, I left the god-damn Underdark to get away from this kind of crap! Did I really go through all of this just to end up back where I started? Between the sweet... mmm... sweaty pussy lips of some bigger, stronger drow? Kissing and licking them as their juices pour down my face? Their sweet moans reverberating through and making my sweet little body vibrate? And then they tie me down and start spanking me like the naughty little girl I am and... wait, what? Stop it! Stop going back to those dirty thoughts! You're better than that! You should be the one making them lick you! They should be worshipping your feet while some hot guy ties them up and plows them from behind while...

"Uh, hello?" Pooky asks, waving her hand in front of Silvia's face. "Is... that a yes? You just kinda zoned out there for like, 10 minutes."

Silvia squeaks and blushes as she's brought back to reality, trying to ignore the very wet patch on the ground between her legs. "N-n-no. I'm the mistress now!" Silvia says as she gets up on wobbly legs, mud clinging to her big booty and inner thighs from where her pussy juices touched the ground. The smell makes it quite obvious to both elves what's going on downstairs for poor Silvia.

Pooky giggles a little. "Are you sure about that?"

"Sh-shut up! You... you big... fat... fatty!" Silvia says as she struggles to come up with a witty insult.

Still, the words cut deep into our deep-dish of a drow, and Pooky gasps in anger, standing up while blushing a little too. "I'm... I'm not fat! You... you're just... a little wimpy shrimp! WIMPY SHRIMPY!"

"FATTY FAT!" Silvia yells back. "We need to settle this once and for all. Decide who's in charge and who's the ****."

"Are you serious?" Pooky asks incredulously, while trying to move in a way that keeps her fat body from jiggling so much. "You mean...?"

Silvia nods coldy before charging at Pooky.

What are they doing?

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