She calls her magic

Venus didn't know if she would survive the ordeal once the Manticore was finished with her. Would he devour her? Leave her alone once it was sated? Or would it continue to use her over and over until it broke her body and mind completely? Her mind flashed to her desire for **** for a moment, but quickly that thought was replaced by the family she had recently gained. Taka, Saraf, and her four children. Then there was Boma and Dakur if they were still alive. Even the rest of thee Firebrand. All thoughts of **** vanished from her mind as she realized she now had so much more she wanted to protect. The beast thrusting into her pussy no longer caused her to feel pleasure as her mind emptied of all thought except one: I have to make it home.

She had never used magic, but she knew that Saraf was a shaman and that they used a mixture of different types of magic. Hoping against all odds that her heart and emotions could guide her power even without the knowledge that was crucial to most spell casters, she reached deep within herself and willed the magic to come forth. She felt a cold chill spread through her body and she arched her back in shock. It was only then she realized that the magic was purging her body of the toxin. The Manticore realized something was wrong as well and it stopped thrusting for a moment and tilted its head so it could look down at her. She smirked at it before raising her hands to its unprotected belly. It started to move its tail to hit her with another dose of poison, but it was too late.

"Not this time you bastard!" Before it could attack again, she willed her magic to push upwards through her hands and into the monster. Fire erupted and shot upwards into the beast. With a savage roar of pain, the creature's front half was burned to ash, leaving only its back end with its tail still raised and dick buried in her pussy. The back legs tumbled to the side and she squirmed off the dick. Precum and her own juices coated the massive cock that she could hardly believe had fit inside her. She knew it was only thanks to the magic of the tattoos that she had managed to endure and even enjoy the encounter.

Standing on wobbly legs, she made her way over to Boma first and gently rolled him over. He was alive but his breathing was shallow. She could only see one needle stuck in him so she hoped that it had only been one dose of poison that had put him down. She placed a hand on his chest and focused on healing him. His eyes shot open and his back arched as hers had. He gave a rough cough and looked up at her.

"Lok Shea?"

"I'm here Boma. I'm ok," She answered in Martuk. Boma turned his head and saw were the remains of the Manticore lay. His eyes grew wide and he tried to sit up, but she stopped him and held him close.

"Lok Shea eher Shaman. Shaman eher Vidraza. Hi mesta reena." Boma closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to her chest. The words he had said caused her heart to skip a beat.

Honorable Mother and Shaman. Shaman and Warrior. The perfect woman.

She didn't know how to answer him but she felt his body relax and his breathing become easier as he passed out. She laid him down carefully and went to check on Dakur. He had a nasty bump on his head, but he was ok. She carefully moved her two lovers to their now bed rolls and tucked them in. Without thinking she crawled between them and passed out from exhaustion.