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You are everything to us, and he is just a man.” “Prove it.” I whispered. Sara leapt forward with blinding speed, cut erotic down three mages in a heartbeat, rolled beneath the legs of another, and sent a sword through his crotch. The rest of the seven-hundred stood at once, the singing of hundreds of swords ringing out, their eyes fixed on the dumbfounded emperor and the remaining six mages, all of whom were stumbling over each other, trying to cast spells at the nimble elf slicing at their legs. Three more dropped by the time the final three had her pinned, and I sent a lightning bolt through them before they could harm my new captain. They stood for a moment, blackened mockeries of people, then they blew away, their ashes carried on the wind. That was thoughtless murder, wasn’t it? I thought, Surely, there were other ways to prove loyalty, but why don’t I feel bad? Shouldn’t I be riddled with guilt? I took a sidelong glance at Night Eyes, and frowned at her knowing grin, You have to be careful, Julia. 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 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 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 glamour her feet. Good Mother, she was beautiful, wasn’t she? They all were, and they all were ready to kill babe at a moment’s notice. Kill for me, maybe even die for me. Did it stoke a sense of power 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 teen missionary said firmly, “I will not have those charged under my care living like that. ” And Sara’s smile vanished, replaced with respectful stoicism. She was moaning. Because of its length and inclusiveness, I felt that the stocks were much too tame for her and so I instructed her to prepare for the swing. There were other piercings across her body, the most striking were the rows of shining steel hoops pierced into the flesh with silken ribbons lashed between them in an elaborate weave. Samantha head down the hall she enters Denise room, Samantha walks over to her draws. "Whatever you feel like arranging. My dick swelling hard, I said, “Because I need—” glamour My mother has not seen me much erotic and I believe she may say something to me is she does. “But they did stop him, so it’s okay, Andi.” "I didn't get a chance to ask you how things were with Presley" Molly said to her brother teen and looked him in the eyes. Well, shit. With that he opened a window showing a terrace further above the ground than i thought we were. He was eager for it.” Jill shuddered. Tabitha said I have an extra bed in my room Kathern you can crash in, and the took off leaving me with Annie and Heather. “I want you in me over and over again. Soon I was back in Peter's car and heading back to the apartment, Peter, Daniel and Cat. Tina walked over to me and inspected the bulge in my boxer briefs. “No.” I watched as she tried to convince a few young girls to come up to the VIP area, but they sternly refused. He flushes it away with cold water. Captain Zimmel stated. As I babe calmed down my eyes went to Ethan. Last year the theme was woman’s inability to control her sexual response. It was 11:57 on the clock in the living room when I heard the 'clack clack' missionary of high heels coming down the wooden steps.