India Indian mademoiselle gets fuck by 5 striplings and want more Part 3

“Don’t end it there, Yavara.” Elena whispered on my lips, one of her hands snaking between my thighs. “Leveria calls her guards away, and looks at me with this… dominating expression. You both do. You’ve been in league with her the whole time; it’s a trap! There’s a ruffle behind the window curtains, and my own mother is revealed, bound and gagged!” My voice shook with desire, “And you, Elena Straltaira, love of my life; you and my sister force me to ride my mother’s face. And when I come, and my mother and I both tearfully confess that we are depraved whores who love incest, then you and Leveria have your way with us.” “I was in a dark place when I conjured that fantasy.” Elena whispered, her fingertips finding my petals, her eyes staring heatedly into me, “It was my first night in Castle Thorum, and my mind was still fresh with the party you’d thrown me the day before. Your mother had been there to send me off, and Leveria had been there to laugh at me.” “I remember.” I hissed on Elena’s lips, lost in her sapphire depths, “But why them? Why the incest?” “I guess I just have an appetite for Tiadoa women.” Elena’s breath was raspy, her fingers were pushing inward, “I guess I just wanted to see you all feel a fraction of my shame, the shame I felt for who I loved.” “Shame me, Elena!” I was drifting in a pink haze of desire, “I’ll even call you ‘Leveria’ if you want.” “But what do you want, Yavara?” Elena’s eyes twinkled, her cock throbbed between our pressing bellies, “What does my little fantasy about your sister and mother awaken in you?” “You think I’m that depraved?” I asked with a laughing gasp. “Oh, I know it.” Elena growled in my ear, and I almost came from her words alone. Was I attracted to my sister and mother? I certainly recognized their beauty, but I couldn’t say whether my new self would delve to such lows; I’d have to see them in person to know, and that was unlikely to ever happen again. What I could say, was that the idea of Elena Straltaira having such a depraved fetish aroused me to the point of torture. “Oh, I’d fuck my sister; is that what you want to hear?” I bit Elena’s lip, drawing it outward, “I’d lick that uptight bitch’s asshole until I could see my reflection in it, then I’d take this cock,” I gripped Elena’s manhood, “and I’d watch you fuck her until she prolapsed.” Elena hissed a shuddering breath. “Change of plan.” She said huskily, “You’re going to be ‘Leveria’ now.” And in one motion, she spun me around, tossed me on the bed, and pressed herself to my back, her cock parting my cheeks. I bit the bedsheets, wriggling in anticipation, feeling her throbbing heat become wet with my secretion, traverse the length of my taint, and press to my wanting anus. Finally. “Ranger Straltaira!” I cried, affecting my older sister’s voice, “What are you doing?! I’ll have your head for this!” “Oh, you’ll have it, Your Highness.” Elena whispered, her tip pressing into my filthy center. I inhaled through my nose and closed my eyes, savoring every inch she- “Yavara, we can’t do this now.” Elena sighed, and withdrew. I laid there in disbelief. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ‘WE CAN’T DO THIS NOW?!’” “We need to get ready to go.” Elena said, pulling herself off me. I spun around like an enraged cat. “You get over here and fuck me right now, or I’ll-” “What, take over my mind?” Elena smirked, “You know what you need, Your Highness? You need to learn discipline, and as a ranger, I’m the best person to teach it to you. Prestira can impart all the magic in the world, but it won’t mean a Indian Girls Fucking damn thing if you can’t control yourself.” “What the fuck is this?!” I screamed, “A fucking lesson?!” I’d just about got ready to leave when someone knocked on the door. “That’s a good boy. She lay for a moment staring at the empty pillow in the dim morning light beside her, the warm colours spilling in through the cracks in the window blinds indicating it was early morning, perhaps even sunrise. The High Priestess was proving to be no exception to the rule. Even the way she moves is balletic. For the first time in a while, she had actual proof in her hand that she was truly loved. If you have decided to end this at the earliest opportunity we should discuss it before you tell anyone. I accepted his offer and drank a full one of those small bottles of water. “It’s their fault for being so delicious.” Kelsey giggled back. "Well, yeah, I love you and all." Amy exclaimed as she covered her head with her covers and rolled on Indian Girls Fucking her side. Our tongues danced together as our passion softened. It felt like it had been a week since I could actually lie flat on my back.