“The lesson, Leveria,” Father smiled down at me, “is that power comes only to those who are patient. And you my dear, teens are very impatient.” “Can you teach me another lesson tomorrow?” I asked eagerly. “Every night, Leveria.” Father smiled. I had him completely wrapped around my finger now. Over the next few years, my father taught me all knew of statecraft. As my teen years came to a close, I began to worry that my impurity would lower my marital options. Father assured me that being the heir to the throne would surmount all other factors, including the elven custom of a virgin bride. My story would be simple: I was drunk, young and foolish. Father and I had meticulously planned which match would best suit my political needs. The Noble Court consisted of ten great houses, each with legitimate blood ties to the throne: Ternias, Feltian, Xantian, Jonias, Feractian, Huntiata, Straltaira, Droughtius, Shordian and of course, Tiadoa. Since I already had Ternias blood in my veins by grace of my mother, we decided on Lord Eric Shordian, whose family was the sixth-richest of the lot, but had deep ties to the military, thereby ensuring the loyalty of the armed forces, and more importantly, preventing any chance of one of the adorable other houses organizing a military coup. Oh, Eric was a good enough man; he was handsome and stupid, blowjob and his cock stood up straight when I needed it, but pussy even he knew he was but a tool. Even so, he was useful one, for Eric was friendly and compassionate, and lent a congenial touch to our pairing that I could not bring myself. He was more than content with being the host of our royal parties while I played my power games in smoky back rooms. It was a loveless marriage, but a good one, though it hardly started out that way. For on my wedding day, teen the straps of my dress snapped, and the garment fell from my body, exposing my near-nakedness to the kingdom. It was embarrassing, but the lessons my father taught me allowed me to escape the awkward situation with dignity and grace. I suspected Yavara had sabotaged my straps, but I didn’t have the proof to bring it forward. So, I let it fester on my mountain of hatred, and I bided my time. For Father had taught me patience. Over the years, I laid down a foundation of alliances. I met with the right people, I made the right contacts, and I wove a web of resources from which I could draw from. I visited Father on a weekly basis, stealing a few hours of passion before we plotted my next move. “W-why’d you stop?” Lena blowjob asked, resting her flushed cheek on Amélie’s thigh, kissing her steely wet length as she waited for a response. The reverend at the Markal family’s church, who had known the young lady since her birth and baptism, had the honor of officiating the service while several family members, friends, and even a couple of Saema’s childhood teachers all came up to the podium at one point or another to share their memories of her life and to express their deepest condolences about her tragic death. "Then go and get ready for me," said Mary and Julie ran to their bedroom. I didn't care. "Ummmm, yes she is." I responded. teens I had to talk to him. “Oh, fuck!” was all I could say. Thanks to the new laws, magazines aimed at girls were practically pornographic. Which was why I needed to control myself. “Mmmm, I love it.” I whimpered while I looked up at pussy her and pulled her mouth to mine. I gasped as the metal weights clanged next to me, the sound of which slammed sharply into my ear drums like a teen gunshot. God, she was pretty, and the black-rimmed corruption around her eyes gave her beautiful portrait a menacing flair. There was a large railroad tie guarding the edge, and when the wheel of the wheelbarrow struck it at that speed, and the fact that my new asshole husband thrust up on the handles, I was thrown twenty feet over the edge and then down the ten adorable or twelve feet into the water. And she did.”