Plopping onto the couch Noel took an unhidden amusement to the way her ass rippled from the action and how her breasts jiggled. Truly, they were the breasts that represented the underworld. Captain America had a new rival.
I couldn't help but wince at the composition of that group. Absolute chaos, waiting to happen. Celeste and Alvara together was a recipe for disaster, with Rodolf probably just observing the whole spectacle. And poor Moben Sid, I couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. Placed in such a group, a true underdog like him was bound to face challenges.
"Because I'm Allen Teraquin, mongrel," Allen declared, his voice dripping with arrogance and entitlement. His elven cronies behind him joined in the laughter, like they were all in on some sick joke.
'That guy Nan*mi could defeat enemies much stronger than him using this skill and it also doesn't require much strength. So it's perfect for me right now.'
Before she could take action, however, a hand stopped her. The hand belonged to a man with brown-black hair and hazel eyes, his trimmed mustache complementing his wide smile. This man was none other than Donald Trueheart, the Celesta Kingdom's Chancellor and foster father and uncle to both Louisa and Ronald.