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 her 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 in me? Did it tickle blowjob 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, reality 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. “Going in?” It seemed pretty obvious what we were doing. “There’s a line, whore, and you two interracial belong at the very back of it!” the man snarled. “Um, Lord Brackston?” the lord’s squire nervously tapped on his charge’s shoulder, “That’s Diamond Glendian you’re talking to.” “Nonsense!” Brackston bellowed, “It’s just another whore following the fad. Those amateur antlers are as fake as the last hussy’s, and that Groupsex skin is caked in glitter!” As if on cue, the ground between me and the lord burst apart, and a message written in vines formed for all to see. I walked inside and was impressed by how luxurious everything looked. He did find her delightful, he wanted to hold her and caress blowjob her, his hands slid over her naked back, each interracial cupped her buttocks, he massaged her through her shorts as he studied her face. I did like it and quickly I was rubbing them too. She nodded and after a brief ten minutes was back in bed. Tomorrow we are dreams. My pussy writhed with bliss, celebrating the incestuous love I was sharing with my parents. I confessed that I’d eaten the croissants and the apple because I’d missed my breakfast. Didn’t you say she loved big strong guys?” "There is still no answers as to the sudden appearance of these strange animal enthusiasts or how they even infiltrated the enclosures," said the news correspondent. 'Oh god,' she thought. The Entity recoiled as it drew back it’s spindly black claws and crept away silently into the fog. She just went for it. I am only fifty-five years old, but the thought of receiving sizable chunks of cash each month for many Groupsex years is hardly inspiring to me, unless I just wanted to vegetate and fuck for the rest of my life. I instructed her silently, and she was an avid pupil. Trapped beneath her blond vixen. Martha told us there were two sets of bunk beds that used to be in the attic rooms still out in the barn, but she didn't see us needing them anytime soon so they hadn't been brought in each room also had a desk and chair, and at least one dresser. There was no denying what was happening and no way back to reality innocence for both of us. When Tracy came up I asked,"The three of you the only ones left?" As I know though, since I reached sentience, there are many out there in power that wishes to end our existence. We'll be there at six so go bust your ass at the gym and meet us there okay? The nurse finished getting her readings and wrote them onto the clipboard. Wormtail, I am guessing, never meant for Voldemort to kill your parents. I was pretty, and sexy, too. His back arched, pressing his hard pecs into my nipples. Before amateur extracting your screams