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“I don’t understand,” Belind said softly. “Give me the names of the traitors and I will help you get your revenge on this uppity little brat. You and me, together,” she winked, “Either that or I just summon the torturer and send you on your little way. I might even marry this one, give her what she wants, imagine her, a Queen again, living in luxury after a lifetime of bullying you and selling you out.” Belind looked down at Sophia, her expression not one of pleading or fear as he had expected, but one of anger and belittlement. “...One before, one after.” Belind said and Ariela grinned broadly. “Mm, you’ve a deal, Belind. Give me my name.” He hesitated, considering lying, but knew that would not be his brightest idea. “Skye,” he said simply, feeling a pang of regret for the ally who had gone out of their way to help him, but knew it had been inevitable as soon as Ariela knew of their existence. Ariela narrowed her eyes, “Who?” she shook her head, “You know, it doesn’t matter.” So, someone called Skye and of course, the Prince's former right-hand man, big Atrin. She glanced down at Sophia. She already had both the names, not that Belind knew that. She thought for a moment about just leaving, throwing Sophia away and forgetting all about her, but the girl had been such BDSM a bitch. “Quit being so shy, Belind,” she commanded and he hesitated again, glancing at his once sister. “But…” Ariela smirked and moved her hand, emerald mist swirling around Sophia as she started to move, her eyes going wide with surprise. She moved with grace and fluidity, crawling across the floor to the foot of Belind’s bed. “But nothing, Belind, how is she going to suck your cock when you’re all covered up?” Ariela asked casually, smirking as her magic manipulated the former Princess, her mouth opening invitingly, her tongue poking out. Belind opened his mouth, momentarily lost for words as he looked between the two, between his former and current tormentors. Then he nodded, casting the sheets aside to reveal his body, lithe and feminine, hairless and smooth, skin unblemished, his own manhood around average, soft between his thighs as he moved towards the edge of the bed, towards the beautiful Sophia, knelt waiting for him. “Come on Sophia, get to work,” Ariela said brightly and Belind bit his lip, thighs either side of the girl's head as she leaned in, tears staining her delicate cheeks, eyes squeezed shut as she began to kiss at his soft length, waking it and drawing little moans from Belind as he leaned back watching her work. His cock, so often ignored began to pulse and throb, swelling and rising to meet the softness of her kisses, the warmth of her breath against his sensitive skin enticing as she opened her eyes, looking up at him with hatred, but he just smiled and shrugged a little. She sank down, taking the tip of his length between huge her plush lips, the head of his cock encapsulated in the wet warmth of her waiting mouth, Belind arching his back in satisfaction, biting his lower lip as he all but melted to the pleasure and taboo nature of her punishment. “Oooh that feels so good…” he moaned out and Ariela grinned, enjoying his sensual movements, hands grasping the bedsheets, back bent, head lolling backwards, “It’s a little weird how quiet she is though, ah, not that I’m, ah! Complaining.” Ariela pursed her lips a little, but couldn’t really disagree, Sophia, entirely against her will began to moan like a street slut around Belind’s cock, her lips rolling down his length, letting it press further into her mouth, sucking on it anal like she tits craved his seed, her tongue swirling over the tip, maximising her pleasure, using methods and tricks to heighten his pleasure that she didn’t even know existed. Ariela moved behind Sophia and sank to her knees, leaning in close, her full breasts pressing to the girls back as she rested her chin on her shoulder making Sophia push forward, suppressing her gag reflex to take Belinds cock into her throat, drawing another moan from Belind, whispering in her ear quiet enough that Belind didn’t hear her, “You’ll never be mine, you little bitch, Belind is mine. You’ll never hurt him again. That’s for my pleasure, not yours.” She reached around as tears freely swept across Sophia’s cheeks, feeling her dress melt away in a glow of emerald mist, Ariela’s hands cupping her full breasts and squeezing roughly, pinching her nipples hard between finger and thumb. Pain jolted through her body, but she could only moan in pleasure as she drew her lips back up Belind’s now slick cock, focusing on the tip. Helpless to Ariela and her whims she felt her own hands dip down, caressing her smooth mound, stroking herself, forced to pleasure herself, betrayed by her own body. Sven Falk Her eyes never left the action, so she watched as Hunter’s lips were prodded by an invisible implement and left a green-tinted, glowing smear of goo on her bottom lip. Ian moaned his pleasure as his wife blew him. ‘When two huge were in you at once.’ Cato breathed. I didn't like her bloody great tits in my face.” Then she suddenly tapped my arm. “It's not what I want, but it's what's best for her. "I mean it, baby. I positioned myself, and eased towards her. Cathy said ok and we hung up. Daniel put his hand on my shoulder and I burst. Her womb's entrance was still pliable enough from the spider's venom that the eel went anal through it easily, causing a jolt of pain but also a small orgasm. And then suddenly, right after that, she said she couldn't tits see me anymore. She had got up from mounting Jack’s massive cock to see what had happened to Liz. Janis take Diann and big Angela with you and tell Sandra she is to be naked, kneeling, knees spread, hands behind her back when you leave. A character flaw maybe, perhaps an intuition, but there BDSM was something about her that was setting off alarm bells.