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  • “Tell me where the Life Giver lives.” LUCILLA “What have you done?” Flora coughed beside me, ashes falling on our bodies like snow. Freydis lay still in the brush, unconscious, but breathing. “I tried to hold it in,” I groaned as I pulled a branch off me, “but I can’t keep her from using it if she wants to.” “She’s killed my kingdom,” Flora gasped, kneeling before the blown-out remains of Passion’s womb, “she’s destroyed everything.” “I would say I’m sorry,” I said, dusting myself off, “but your kingdom tried to steal her from me.” “The harvest won’t come,” Flora lamented, not listening to me, “the trees won’t bear fruit, the roots won’t yield sprouts, the grain will wither and the stalks will fall. My people will starve!” I knew I should feel horrified at what Julia had done, but I only felt relief. It was, after all, exactly what I’d hoped she’d do. I had gladly traded an entire nation for my own romance, but no one ever accused me of being selfless. Julia however, was as empathetic as I was self-absorbed, and I had no doubts that she was near-suicidal with guilt. “They’ll hang me for this,” Flora was muttering, looking around with disbelieving eyes, “Ashvine will take my crown, and lead the exodus to Tentigo. I’ll be forever known as the arch-matriarch who let Arbortus be destroyed by the enemy.” I climbed the smoldering wreckage Air Hostesses of the womb, and crested the wooden crater to find Julia sitting cross-legged in the middle of it all, with what could only be her daughter sitting in her lap. I knew it the moment I saw her; the resemblance was uncanny. The girl’s eyes flicked to me, and she grew small in her mother’s arms like a shy toddler, an action that seemed incredibly odd coming from a girl in her mid-teens. Julia eyed me for a second, a maternal look of protectiveness on her face that I didn’t much care for. She turned her attention to the girl, nuzzling her mouth against her daughter’s pointed ears, and whispering something. The girl tentatively relaxed, and Julia nodded for me to come forward. This… this was going to be tough. I could immediately tell I was no longer the most important person in Julia’s life, and that did not gel with me. I silently cursed Passion once more as I made my way to the new family, trying to figure out how I fit into it. “This is Lucilla,” Julia said to her daughter, watching me as I approached, “she’s uniform kind of like my wife, but we’re not married.” “Hi Lucilla.” The girl said, smiling a small smile. I returned it with a smile of my own, though there wasn’t anything genuine behind it, and Julia could tell. “Lucilla doesn’t know you,” Julia said, staring hard into my eyes, “but she will, and you two will learn to love each other, because that’s what family does.” "What kind of slut had she turned into?" Why couldn’t my parents give me a name like that? Still, Lindsay could not fight the growing excitement in her heart at the chance of turning four girls in one go. That pussy doesn’t seem to have a problem with all the cum”! Why don't you do the same? Her big, silky feet with long, ebon toes - the nails of which were painted bright red, but which had begun to chip - were bare and stiff, toes pointing straight at the Air Hostesses ceiling. "Karen, tell Holly that you love her." He had his arms crossed behind his back and a stoic look on his face, but they all knew he bore more than ill will. Only about half his cock was in her ass, but he started thrusting. That means something to a woman. “It’s fine, it’s the park. When he rested up into her, the pain slowed down to be just a background soreness and she began to get into the reality of her being possessed by a man, evidently the one that she would have for the rest of her life. He did not want to go back to Nora. Lovingly caressing it with a finger before trying to undo the dress. It chittered to its friends, the mandibles protruding from its almost human like head clacking as it spoke in its native tongue. “Miriam, you start where ever uniform you would like to, but let me get rid of these shoes first.” And it was all because she'd wanted implants after I was born. She winked at me, saying, “Maybe we can shower tomorrow?” Natalie had paid for Pakpao; her treat. "You uh, you've never been with a woman have you?" As stated before, your life is far more important." He reached into my depths. In addition, two other men were present, though taking a back seat. "Don't worry Gina. "Ok now, put it in me!" The tip of Curley's cock caught the tiny opening to her cervix.
  • He kept his mouth shut, knowing that it's best to not talk when he's angry. Walking down to the basement together, Murph remained silent as CGB went over information with his Officers. Going into the dark holding cell, Murph saw the prisoners still huddled together in the back. Smyth took these soldiers because of how vulnerable they looked, they would not have to use much persuasion to get information out of them. Murph walked to a far table and took out a notebook from a drawer. He still couldn't focus on anything but her, so he tried to occupy himself. Interrogations helped him blow off steam, which he desperately needed to do. “Which one of you limp dick fucks wants to go first?” CGB asked, going into the cell. He dragged out a blonde young man by his collar, his UPP uniform was already caked with blood. “Which room do you want to do this in?” CGB asked, turning to Murph. “Room #1 is open,” Murph replied, following him down the hallway. CGB kicked open the door to the stairwell, leaving the lights off. Holding his collar, he dragged the prisoner with one arm roughly up the stairs. The young man groaned in pain as his body hit each step on the way. Murph considered sending Squad Leader Mills down to check on Morgan to make sure she's okay. He doubted CGB was actually taking care of her in any meaningful way. Unlike him, Murph had plans for her tomorrow. He knew that like all women, Morgan would still want to be courted, even though they already owned her. A happy slave and uniform all that. Murph opened the door to Room #1, pulling the lever on the wall Air Hostesses to lower a hook from the ceiling. He put the notepad down as CGB hoisted the young soldiers cuffed arms onto it. He went to a table and unfolded a special tool kit. They probably wouldn't have to do much, he planned on just punching the shit out of the kid to work out his frustration. Murph watched CGB slap the boy's face to get his attention. “You're either going to tell us what we want to know or we're going to kill you,” CGB said, grabbing his jaw. “I don't know anything!” CGB let go of his face when his cell phone went off in his pocket. Stepping back, he answered as Murph walked up to the prisoner, punching him hard in the face. “What?!” CGB screamed, turning around suddenly. “Someone took her?!” Murph stopped, holding his cocked fist mid-air to look at CGB. “We need to go right fucking now.” Morgan grabbed the hand on her wrist, twisting it forcefully. Jack stood behind her, “Wait Morgan, it's me Jackson.” She stopped, letting go of his hand. When we arrived at the shooting range, Fred parked right in front of the door and let us out. "Okay..." You'll be done studying with your friends by then, right?" “Would your sister actually kill you in King Dreus’ own court?” Titus asked me, “That’s damn near a declaration of war.” Hold still. The thought made her sick at first, but later she found herself unconsciously rubbing her pussy as she thought of it. She parted her hair around, a fine down of light-brown silk that fell about her face. Laughing, I pushed the blast harder, "I was in the darkness dimension only two weeks. During the pumping, I felt her holding me closer and uniform tight, I looked at her face, her eyes were closed and she had Air Hostesses a very erotic face. because minutes later, he was still holding his cock and masturbating his juices all over the topless teen. “Having a good time,” he asked. Laura sniggered while her own hands settled on Seth’s shoulders.