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Chapter Eighteen CRYSTAL The arrival of the Dark Queen had disrupted the equilibrium of the Gorge. Brock, already insecure about his position, was made even more so, and Master’s concerns about the intentions of her beloved had deepened. I could see the rift that party was forming between Brock and Master, and indeed, the rift in Yavara’s own court. As of now, the greatest threat the two posed was to each other, for the division they sowed would pull at the Dark Queen, and paralyze her. The morally-flexible Zander Fredeon wouldn’t allow such a division to form, and I feared what he and his Prestira might do if they felt Master and Brock had worn out their usefulness. So, I took matters into my own hands. “Mother, what are you doing?!” Diamond gasped. I looked up at my first born. “What does it look like I’m doing?” “Pissing in the whisky!” “Your eyesight hasn’t failed you Dear.” I smiled at her, squatting over the gallon jug. Diamond glanced nervously over her shoulder. “Why are you pissing in Brock’s whisky?” “Do you hear that?” I inclined my head to the boisterous sounds in the next room, “Does that sound doggystyle like a happy party, or drunken brawl ready to happen?” Diamond listened to the sounds of tense laughter, cutting jests and cautious jeers. She turned back to me. “A brawl ready to happen.” “Exactly.” I said, standing up and blotting myself with a nearby towel. “And in our urine, is a very special amateur little chemical. It makes people happy, and it makes them want to love each other. They sound like they could use some love.” I pushed the cork back into the jug’s head. “Besides,” I grinned at Diamond, hoisting the jug, “Brock’s whisky tastes like piss anyway; no one will notice the difference.” ELENA “Brock, your whisky tastes like piss!” I cackled, spraying the table. Brock growled, the knife flashing between his fingers. “And… time. Hardcore Thirty seconds.” Certiok said, swaying precariously on her feet beside her father-in-law. Brock imbedded the knife into the wood, a confident tits smirk on his face. “Drink the piss, Ranger.” I sneered at the orc, and downed another shot of his disgusting concoction. At least the burn killed my taste buds. I belched, wiped my mouth, then pulled the knife from the tabletop. Slapping my hand onto the table, I splayed my fingers, and steadied the knife. God, this shit was strong. I was already seeing double. I tits thought he had abandoned me.” Then she fasten her pace as her ass bent up giving me a show. Marce let it go and the world turned white. Coach Ecklund said. "Does that coke have something else in doggystyle it, Deb? "Who is head of Gryffindor now that McGonagall amateur was now headmistress?" We have to put this behind us”, my voice trailed off. Baby Bear encouraged Papa Bear to eat her porridge whenever he wanted to. “Wait… I was referring to meeting Nightblade, what were you referring party to?” I ask. She brushed my areola with a dark finger. Hardcore Your transgender cousin?