Deep Souls - Interactive Story.
The elf's eyes were blue as ice and her skin was white as snow. Long hair, also white, hung over breasts covered by a cloak made from the hide of wild bears. His bow and quiver were strapped to his back, firm and ready for action. Even with heavy snow and darkness, the young woman showed no fear, her ice eyes stared at every bush and trees. -I've seen him ogre. - she said to the creature when she noticed its huge shadow between trees at her back. The four meter, hairy and strong monster appeared with its lips laden with saliva and its erect genital member seeing the beautiful elf. "Ogres are wilder versions of men" thought the beauty.
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“Well, I admit it took me a while to recommend this fic. Since it is my favorite of any and all I have read. And also as a stimulus to the author, who hasn't updated in a while.... I believe he can get discouraged without repercussions, so... I would like to say that this story is simply exciting! And engaging in such a way that you end a chapter looking forward to the return of the campaign, each of which has the potential for an adventure book. I'm not really good with words, but it's the kind of story you can't let go unnoticed. The kind of story that binds you like steel chains. It has everything to be recommended. The story is really cool, and although there may be some prejudice for some because it is an interactive story, I would like them to erase those first impressions right away, as it is a simply fantastic plot that fits all the characters perfectly in a way that makes them believe. that were already planned. Impeccable writing, divine setting, and epic fights. Everything to win over lovers of medieval stories, and delight even those who don't know much about the genre. A story that makes you fantasize as if you were one of the characters, that wins you over in such a way that you can feel the weight of the sword in your hands, the burning of the cut when you are hit. Or even the energy that blooms in your hands while you invoke magic. Simply fantastic. And you can barely hear your thoughts while your heart beats loudly in anguish, and you are moved by the tragic scenes. A narrative full of mystery and horrible creatures that leave you asking for more. Don't miss the opportunity to read something like this just because you're lazy, or because there isn't a character of yours. Seriously, read this, you will feel gifted at the end.”
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