With a leathery groan and a slippery tingle, her increasingly immense musculature begged for release. Recklessly, she lunged through defensive stone walls like they were made of wet sand, climbing and clamping her engorged thighs on a tower. Her aching feminine lips convulsively engulfed the tip of the spire, an earthquake of lust sending bigger and bigger muscles rippling and flailing around in ecstacy that slowly began to crush the very castle. The release wasn't slowing her insane muscular growth at all, instead the word "more" seemed to moan sensually from every pumping, swelling, kingdom crushing slab of mouthwatering flesh.
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