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What a show, what a show. It’s all for you. Everything for you. LUCILLA I gawked at what I saw. Freydis was dead on the sand, Astrid was standing over her, and Tera was missing a hand, and the one gangbang she still had was pressed to her mouth above wide, disbelieving eyes. The crowd stood above me and around me, cheering a performance that would live in legend, but Astrid didn’t seem to care for their adulation. She just stood over her broken mother, and stared, silent tears running down her cheeks. This was my fault. I’d put this in motion, and when I’d finally come to reason, it was too late. Too late. I pushed through the crowd, past the Hardcore line of elvish guards who stood confusedly in front of Willowbud’s box. They raised their hands in objection, but one look from me put their objections to rest. The box was empty when I got to it. There was a half-finished champagne bottle, and only one used glass. I guessed Julia wasn’t in a celebratory mood. I didn’t know why she’d come here at all, or why she’d insisted that I not come. If only I had pressed harder, Freydis might still be alive. Too late. “Where have they gone?” I asked a nearby elf. She inclined her head toward the door at the back of the box. I took one last look over my shoulder. Astrid had picked her mother off the ground, and was walking mechanically toward the tunnel. Her head was bowed, her wings drooped, and her feet dragged along the sand. The crowd tossed rose petals upon the slouched shoulders of their champion, and she disappeared into the darkness threesome without an upward glance. Tera looked up at me teen from the center of the arena, a question in her violet eyes. The question slowly turned to realization, then asian to accusation. I just nodded. There was no use denying it. I turned away from them, and walked into the dim halls beneath the stands. I heard the faint sounds of cries. As I walked, the sound grew louder, more distinct, but no more recognizable. It was a woman’s voice, as tortured as it was ecstatic, crying out a combination of protest and euphoria. It brought back memories of yesterday, and a chill crept up my spine. I set my jaw and continued. Julia was resting against a door, holding one hand over her mouth as she pushed the other between her legs. Her bent knees rubbed together below her pressing thighs, her cock stood proud and leaking from her crotch, and her face was turned sideways to lend one ear to the door. A single emerald eye caught me, and her face whipped around. All looked to be no older that I am and all (that I could see) had shaved pussies. My heart beat faster. “Nobody will call ME names, because it will be a secret!” This time Sabine screams in pleasure long and loud as she feels the mouths on each end start to pulse suckling her breasts. 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