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“Not a fucking chance.” I grinned back, taking her by the hips, and sneaking my fingers between her spread legs as she carefully hiked up the front of her dress. A lecherous secret past between our eyes, and I watched her struggle to keep that secret when I entered her. “I heard there’s centaurs in those mountains.” Angela winked at me, her pale face flushing with her lust, “Maybe I’ll go horseback riding while you’re playing with the birds.” “Only if I get to watch.” I grinned back. Mom and Dad emerged from Arby’s inn, their jaws dropping at the sight of our steed. Angela and I waved to them, and they dumbly waved back. Then I looked to Bianca, and she nodded, her few dozen remaining warriors standing at the ready. With nothing but a mental command, I launched us into the air. Angela squealed her exhilaration, her shoulder pinching back, her hair blowing into my face. I looked behind me to see Towerhead, the remnants of Drastin, and the browning canopy of Arbortus all grow small beneath amateur us. Then I turned away from my past, and indian faced the beautiful portrait of my future, staring back over a delicate collar with love in her eyes, and lust on her pale lips. I met those lips, and pulled her to me, hiking up her skirt and finding her heat. We made love as we soared through the air, and disappeared from the mess we’d left for the world. Fuck ‘em. JUSTINA I’d always had a fantasy of being captured by wild tribesmen. The kind of jungle-dwellers with bones sticking through their septum, and ritualistic scarification dotting their cheeks. The fantasy begins with me acting as a biologist trying to find new species in a forgotten rainforest, and escalates when said tribesmen capture me, tie me to a pole, and haul me through the brush. Obviously, the fantasy ends with them ravaging me every-which way, then succumbing to my prowess, proclaiming me as their tribal god, adorning me with gems and gold, and sacrificing male virgins to me every night. That fantasy had become a reality, only instead teen of well-endowed tribesmen, it was black-cloaked Breytans, and instead of making me a sexual goddess, I was made prisoner of their… actually, ‘sexual goddess’ was a good deion of Julia. I just wasn’t sure if I’d get to her in one piece. “We should kill her and be done with it!” one of Jade’s captains snapped. “She has been granted eminent distinction by His Holiness, and we have no quarrel with him.” Jade replied beside me. “He is dead!” the captain insisted. “And her title is lifelong.” Jade sounded weary, “She is a political prisoner, Mira, and we do not have the right to pass judgement.” “Ten dead, and seven wounded due to her treachery!” Mira growled, “We gave her refuge in our hall, and she repaid us with betrayal!” “It is not betrayal if you never claimed allegiance.” Jade sighed, “Astrid was her friend, and she acted bravely for her.” Jade looked down at me, “It is honorable, but it was foolish. Astrid will succumb to her wounds, and now her song bears a shameful ending. I do not believe you did her a favor.” Jade inspected the gash in my side. It had been stitched and bound by a very angry-looking Breytan surgeon, who I noted did not use disinfectant or anesthetic on me. I prayed to gods I didn’t believe in that it would not become infected. “I couldn’t just do nothing.” I groaned, my wrists and ankles numb above my binds. “I understand.” Jade smiled at me. “We left that temple with two-hundred heads!” Mira was apparently not done, “We are one hundred and forty-eight now! I reached out and started stroking his cock, it felt huge in my hands in comparison to mine. The girl stiffened as she felt him inside her. I dropped my clothes and bent over the table and waited. “Irrelevant, Maria always gets what she wants,” the King admitted, “But she’s your problem now so I shall see you in the morning.” “Mr. David, do you know that I have taken you off the schedule?” She said dripping with attitude like the cat who ate the mouse. They are perfected in size and bouncy, and I love when you wear a teen sleeveless shirt and your bra strap is showing,” I said. "yeah... about that..." ‘I am going to undo your hands, if you don’t do amateur something fun, I will do my kind of fun. “…No strings attached.” She trembled. Deeper and deeper I went with each violating appendage, sliding through my lover’s insides like a serpentine worm, feeling her soft secrets, the delicate flesh therein. Make me happy Cindy, tell me you need to pee, ughnnhnm, yes, on my tits, please. God knows how he managed to have such a grip over her, but I knew I didn’t witness the last time those two would do something sexual together. Her whole chest and tummy was rising and falling as her breathing quickened. ‘How could I resist? ••••••••••••••••••••••• indian Yes, there is some risk, but so do solar panels and batteries. “I bet. It helps that she wasn’t very well known in public schools, kind of considered weird at times for her interesting in people’s behavior, and going off on tangents about it. Everyone except Kay mumbled something about being busy. And much, much closer. A shiver ran through me as the terms of the forgotten bet were recalled to mind. It was very convenient for me as my days were filled with architects, engineers, and site inspections.