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The end is just a kiss away. “Stop.” I said before Sara gutted Lucilla’s father. For his part, Emperor Flitari did not seem afraid at all. He just stared at me, a look of awe on his face, like it was an honor to have witnessed close up me murder his guards. Seven-hundred swords returned to their scabbards with perfect timing, making me think drawing and scabbarding in synch had been a priority for practice. “I guess I have to commend you, Your Grace,” I said to my effective father-in-law, “they are well-trained. I will accept your gift, and I will give you one in return. Here it is:” I gestured to him, “your life. Now take it back to Terondia before it spoils.” The emperor nodded as if he expected nothing less. He got up, dusted himself off, gave Lucilla a curt lingerie bow, then strutted down the steps, passing the women who he’d been father, lover and tormentor to without a glance. “You could still kill him.” Night Eyes said beside me. “Fuck off.” Lucilla said from my other side. “Your Holiness.” Sara said before me, kneeling. “Call me ‘Julia.’” I smiled, guiding her to her masturbation orgasm feet. Good Mother, she was beautiful, wasn’t she? They all were, and they all were ready to kill at a moment’s notice. Kill for me, maybe even die for me. Did it stoke a sense of power Solo in me? Did it tickle my darkness? I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the idea of having hundreds of beautiful women ready to do anything for me… or to me. “Well Sister,” Night Eyes prompted, “I guess you can put them in my brothel. I’m sure they’ll find it comfortably familiar.” Sara offered Night Eyes a wicked little smile that said she was more than content with the idea. “No.” I said firmly, “I will not have those charged under my care living like that. ” And Sara’s smile vanished, replaced with respectful stoicism. “Well then,” Night Eyes chuckled, leading the conversation to my inevitable defeat, “where are they going to live?” I stared at the expanse of dark rock adjacent to Night Eyes’ and Brandon’s temples, and sighed. ANGELA A procession had already formed outside of Brandon’s temple. The beggars were budged by the poor, who were budged by the artisans, who were budged by the tradesmen, who were budged by the shopkeepers, who were budged by the nobles, who were in turn, were budged by the royals. King Yandon of Drastinar, since rejected by Willowbud, had decided to test his political luck with my brother, and stood firmly at the front. Unfortunately for him and everyone else, it didn’t seem like Brandon was taking visitors. The entrance to his new temple was sealed with bamboo, leaving his would-be worshippers standing expectantly on the lawn as the sun rose to its blistering noon position. “Just what in the fuck do you think yer doing?” an angry man dressed in garish, expensive clothes growled at me as Justina and we made our way to the entrance. That was typical. "Well, that's quite a surprise." “It is a terrible thing,” Freydis nodded, “I worry after my lingerie daughter, but if she has sworn her allegiance to him, which I’m sure she has, then there is nothing to be done. Grinding it semi-roughly and plunged two fingers inside her hole as hard as she could. � You're our nasty, little pussy licker, aren't you? I got on my knees, practically shaking with anticipation for Nick. You're making my mind feel good and close up my dick.” I cried out as the wonderful stings and pressure sank into my chest, as her fingers were lost in the succulent meat of my breasts. GD Dancing clusters of sparkles and glowing masturbation dust Solo motes drifted in the sunbeams filling my field of vision as I attempted to focus and give the optical center of my brain a chance to sort out the dazzling array of visual information. He hoped that the warning sign on the closet would dissuade the terrorists from unnecessary searches, while he could try and stay quiet, until rescue came. I can feel her teasing me with her inner muscles and it feels good. His cock got to her cervix, he paused she nodded yes, he pushed past, he was in her womb. Then just a few hours ago she had seen his cock. She was late in her progression towards adulthood, but not there yet. And then the alarm rang. Paul came behind me and stuck a finger in Ann’s asshole, she was wet, wild and begging for Greek sodomy. I think she would make my ideal sex orgasm slave. Mike and Roger lay back on the bed staring at the ceiling hoping the other wasn't yet awake and dreading the moment he would have to confront the father of the girl he had abused. Her mother must have been a mind reader. Mom nuzzled her face into my neck and breathed her moans as she began thrusting into me, pushing through my insides and compelling me to do the same to Aunt Lucilla. “I’d just go looking for it.” Brandon sniggered, “It’s been all over town; someone’s bound to know where it is.”