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She loved you in her own way.” “She might have loved me when I was a child, but I aged like vinegar in her eyes. She told Father I was too ambitious, that I wanted too much too soon. She thought I was a threat.” Leveria sipped her wine, “She was right.” “How?” I said, my voice shaking slightly, “How did you twist Father against her? What lies did you tell him?” “Oh, I didn’t have to tell him too many lies.” Leveria said, stirring her drink, “The fatal shot was really just the truth: Mother fucked a monster.” Leveria looked up at me, “Did you know that?” I nodded. “Well I just sprinkled a conspiracy theory on top, and Father had her executed.” Leveria smiled sweetly, “Simple.” “Then Father just gave you the throne on a silver platter, huh?” I said, trying to remain calm, “You did something to him; Father would never trust you with so much.” Leveria giggled, a sound that was girlish and menacing. “You always assumed Father loved you the most, Yavara. You were always the apple of his eye, the son he never had. You thought that just because he doted on you, he loved you more than I?” “I know he did,” I sneered, “and so do you.” “Oh Yavara!” Leveria laughed shaking her head, “Oh, my sweet little sister. Mother was blind to what was going on, but I thought you must have known.” “Known what?!” I growled. Leveria’s eyes twinkled, knowing in that instant that she’d won. I should never have done this. I was out of my depth. I contemplated ending the conversation right there, but I couldn’t. My own nature betrayed me, and Leveria used it so easily as her ally. “You never once noticed the way Father looked at me?” Leveria asked, provocatively crossing her legs, “You never once wondered why amateur we’d disappear for hours, or why my bedroom was moved to the high tower just a few steps from his office? Are you connecting the dots?” “There was no way. Father would never…” “You know Clartias Tiadoa as the warm benevolent patriarch who gave you big everything you wanted.” Leveria looked pitiably at me, “I know him as the sick twisted man he really is. I love him for who he is, and that’s why he loves me. That’s why oral his child grows in my belly.” Leveria rested her hand on her stomach. I couldn’t call her a liar. For as I sifted my memories of my father, I saw the leer in his doting gaze, the coldness in his compassionate eyes. public Eyes just like Leveria’s, beautiful and merciless. I saw the mask he wore for me, and witnessed in dry dismay as each memory of him became corrupted with the truth. A knot formed in my throat, and I tasted the reflux from my belly, the nausea threatening to try to expel the horrible realization from my mind. “So you see Yavara,” Leveria continued, smiling at my shocked face, “I didn’t need to convince Father to abdicate, he did Hardcore it through his volition, because he loves and trusts me. And now he hates you more than anything in this world.” Chloe had also explained how, unfortunately, Grace would likely be out of luck when it came to the boy’s knowledge of a woman’s body. Kalena Apikalia, the sophomore cheerleader, was getting fucked against the wall, Hardcore gasping, moaning, crying out in bliss in delight, fucked hard by Shelena of all people. I sucked hard, flicking my tongue over the sensitive bit at the back of his cock, feeling him flinch each time I did. I would just lie here, struggling to find it and not quite getting there. “This is going big to hurt so bit down on them.” “Idiot!” the leader swore, “How can you mistake a street whore for my dearest daughter Katherine!” And at its base, was an iron door. “Didn’t you say you oral laid public with an incubus?” “Hahaha! She whimpered about my dick, her vocal cords massaging my cock. Karen remained topless too. “Do you like it?” Brandon grinned guiltily up at me, “I added a couple extra billion nerves amateur to… certain parts of you.”