A flash of light sliced through the darkness of the night.
BRZZT!
A spear of light shot in from afar, ripping through the air with a thunderous crack before slamming into Axis's chest. The massive creature was blasted backward, carving up asphalt and crushing parked cars as it tumbled across the street.
A harsh gust battered my face.
Before I could even process what had happened, I was suddenly lifted—scooped up by a pair of strong arms, and my face was abruptly pressed against a warm, soft, and… generously proportioned pillow. The subtle, alluring scent of a milf teased my nostrils.
I looked up.
Delilah.
My stepmother.
She wore a white battle-gown fit for a witch—long, double-layered fabric flowing yet reinforced, with a high slit along her thigh to allow swift movement. Golden runic patterns glimmered faintly along her sleeves. A leather belt hugged her waist, accentuating her curves. The bodice was modest… but only just enough to hide the bare minimum.
