“No Dad, you don’t. It’s only been you. No other guy has been inside of any of us for 10 years now. We all decided together that we wanted to have your children. We stopped taking our birth control pills about a year ago and well, you see the result. We love you Daddy. Please don’t be mad at any of us. No amateur boy or man can measure up to the love you have shown us our entire life,” Jill said as delicately as possible. I was humbled, proud, and love each of my daughters. I hope you enjoyed this story. If you would like me to continue please leave me a kind comment…..Thanks, Paul. Ariela smirked contentedly as she sat on her Throne, it wasn’t as impressive or ornate as she would’ve preferred, but needs must and sometimes it was just impractical to bring a truly young befitting throne out on a conquest. Though she knew she would have such a throne soon enough, her dominance was almost complete after all. The old King was old news and his Kingdom was on the verge of teen utter defeat, her army was terrifying, composed of fanatically loyal troops boosted by fiends and monsters leaving the remnant of the King's forces a ragtag assortment of militia, light infantry and huntsman coned to be short bowmen. With the enemy on the verge of defeat she had invited their would-be leader, the last son of the old King, Prince Belind, to her camp to ‘parlay’. The army he had may have been numerous but little better than peasantry and though Ariela knew she could have the army eliminated with the flick of her wrist, she also understood that she would need peasants to farm her fields and work her mines in her new Empire, it shouldn’t be hard, she reasoned, to persuade them to surrender given the dire alternative she offered. Her plan was simple, challenge the Princeling to a duel, one on one their single combat deciding the fate of the battle without the armies needing to fight. If he accepted she had no doubt in her mind that she would come out victorious and if he refused her offer his reality accompanying officer, likely no more than a peasant himself, would be aware that the boy Prince had saved his own skin at the cost of his army's, which would almost certainly inspire a coup and subsequent overthrow of the Prince, allowing the army to then surrender regardless. It couldn’t fail either way she reasoned, she would rid herself of the last vestiges of the teens King's bloodline and forces with the death of a single man, and finally she would be able to disperse her own dark forces through the land to keep the peace and solidify her new rule, allowing the realm to grow and prosper in her design. “Announcing Prince Belind and his companion!” a man called out, one of her own, his voice clear and strong as it passed through the tent she had set up in the ranks of her forces. Ariela grinned and sat up straight, expectant, her dress light and airy, barely covering her lush figure, displaying a scandalous amount of skin and cleavage, which, she knew, would distract the Prince to no end. In they walked, two men in gleaming armour, one tall and proud, his body strong and his eyes fierce, a gleaming helmet held under one arm looking all the bit a King, his hair dark and short flecked with grey, his jaw strong with a scar running across it from an old wound, the other was younger, barely more than a boy, his armour ill-fitting and poorly maintained on an unmasculine frame, his peasant attache. Ariela addressed the older man, “Prince Belind, I presume.” The younger boy's face reddened in embarrassment and he stepped forward, “You presume incorrectly, Lady, I am Prince Belind, this is my General.” Ariela raised one delicate eyebrow and reevaluated the pair, she hadn’t known the age of the King’s last son, not having stopped to ask him, and she found herself in one way disappointed and in another intrigued as she eyed the young boy with his too young face and his shock of red hair. “I see.” She said flatly, “I had expected the King's son to be a little more... Kingly. Regardless, you know why I arranged this parlay?” The Prince tried his best to look strong, to adopt an air of might like his defeated father had worn so easily. “To discuss an armistice?” Ariela burst into laughter, open and loud, she was joined by her at encouragement by her own companions, the guards, generals and stewards that attended on her all mocking the prospect. Juice splashes all over as it overflows the cup causing me to jump back. Off we went; two inebriated siblings in a hot golf cart at 10:30 on a warm summer night. What does she expect you to do? He snored young the moment his head hit the pillow everyday and kept snoring right until he was woken up. My husband Sven glanced at the sleeping Kora as Ealaín's question amateur seemed to echo through the tent. Terry stood up taking off his pants showing his hard dick, “You’re so selfish.” He smiled a bit blushing. He took off so quickly that it sounded like clapping. By the end of the day some of their plans were so outrageous reality that they almost peed themselves laughing. You slip her bra off and start licking her breasts slowly working your way to her nipples. After Steiner had rendered her unconscious with a teens chloroform-soaked rag he had bound her in her bra and panties only, hog-tied with ropes. The ring of dirt and debris that shot out from the crater the rocket created brought with it large metal shards which Klaus watched tear into the two soldiers running towards the nearest cover. Grace covered him with little kisses, all over his upper body, from head to waist. Afterward he showed her the rope she would be hanged with. Your whore Baby…..I’ll teen give to you like this anytime you want it….. Ruby smile broadened, and her tail uncurled from my nuts, snaked up my belly, and wrapped loosely around my neck. You swing the corpse around until her legs are off one side of the gurney and her feet are touching the floor while her head and breasts are swinging off the other side. "Look if you're really good. I glared down at her, such anger and frustration surging through me. It wasn't fair that I had become a futanari.