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“No!” Mother said with such fervor that it couldn’t be a lie. She wasn’t that good a liar, “Clartias and I had our differences, but I loved him! How could I know Yavara wasn’t his?! Leveria, you must know in your heart of hearts that I speak the truth about Glendian! Someone in the Noble Court got to Hairy him! I never knew I carried the Dark Queen in my womb!” “Who, Mother?” I demanded, “If it is a plot, then who laid it?” I grabbed the bars between us and glared down at her, “You know how this works, and I hate it as much as you do, but it’s how the world is. You need to point the finger at someone else!” “Lord Xantian?” Mother climbed to her feet, “Everyone knows he’s had his ambitions set on Tundra silver. A war would increase his indian chances to claim them by conquest.” “Xantian is a shrewd businessman, and not one to risk such a gamble.” “Lady Jonias has always had eyes for Clartias.” Mother spat, “She’s a bold one.” “Bold and stupid.” I sighed, “I’ve uncovered her ‘plots’ before, though she did very little to keep them concealed.” “Not Feractian, not Huntiata, and certainly not Straltaira…” Mother puzzled over it, “Droughtius? He’s the field marshal. He would have a lot to gain from war.” “And his father killed Glendian’s in a duel.” Mother let out long breath, then said, “Ternias.” “Your own cousin?” “You know how he is.” Mother sneered, “Always the smartest man in the room, always so careful. His plots have plots.” “But what would he have to gain?” “He’s third in line, though it wasn’t like I stood in his way. Yavara did, but he doesn’t have to worry about her anymore.” Mother snorted, resting her head against the wall, “Still, he’s the only one of them who could’ve pulled it off.” “Is he?” I asked, “Think, Mother; who has the most to gain from your death?” “I don’t know!” Mother cried, “I lost my worth the moment I married your father! Ever since then my only value has been my ability to make children!” Mother dropped her head, “And even that, I failed at. Oh, Yavara…” Mother sniffled, “I know I should hate her, but I can’t. You think it’s because I’m a traitor, but it’s just mother’s love. Propping myself up on my elbows, I began to thrust hard. “You don’t have the stamina for that.” Sara’s bangs dropped below her deepening brow, and she put her hand on her hilt, “Or the balls.” This is good for those who don't have to be up early and works well with the Spanish lunch which is at 3pm after Siesta. She was horny as fuck as per usual and practically ran to indian the door, knowing who would be on the other side (her parents were out of town and her little sister, Amy, was staying at a friend’s house for the weekend so she had the place to herself, to do with as she pleased). I kneaded her, teased her, pulled her against me. She shuddered and ground against me. My futa-dick ached and throbbed in the silky confines of my panties while my nipples rubbed against hers. Tears threaten to fall once more, but I hold them back. I could see another pair, with Mrs. Stewart, down by their cars, with their lurid, flashing lights. Since I had her permission to get off without worrying about her feelings it took me only a few more moments to fulfill my sister’s wish. He aggressively stabbed at her messy gash, rotating his hips as if to try and claim every part of the raw, worn out little hole. My toes curled and relaxed in my slippers. Dao-Ming must have heard me, however, although I couldn't see how, Hairy looked back over her right shoulder and flashed her delightful smile at me. She turned to face me as she reached the tub, giving me a sultry “come-hither” gesture. Did we have normal girls that might one day transform into dickgirls? Why have you done this to me?” Surge after surge of sperm painted her insides until the last vestige of cum had shot out, his cock sated inside her warmth. “I am such a whore, licking your cock after it’s been in my ass.” I don’t know if the Alliance could afford your standard fees. I hope that’s cool. “Sure?” You command me, "Yes Baby, eat that pussy! “Kalena!” I moaned. I looked up to him the way a younger boy does when an older boy starts driving. Each kiss, alternating on both of her aching points sent massive shocks of energy throughout her body. Fingers wrapped around his hard dick. “Right, right,” I said as took another step.