The early morning was bright as sunny as Amber, Pixie, and I were lowered into the ocean in a small rowing boat pointed at an unfamiliar shore. The huge, living ship we had just left, now crewed by free men, raised its sails made of leaves and made a long, slow turn before it headed away from us, towards the bright morning sun. We hadn't even had time to get our oars out. It was almost as if they wanted to get rid of us. I was in a foul mood, and this didn't help. First of all, this boat was even smaller than the one the wicked witch Sprite had use to bring me to the city of Lamplight. It wobbled even though we were only three people and had a lot of luggage stuffed into the bottom. There was no way of sitting that felt comfortable. In addition, the itch in my cock had grown worse over the last four days since we had been set free, and now it was burned like the kind of serious infection that means you have to go to see the doctor and blush a lot. Not only that, but it had be
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