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“Why do we need Her Eminence?” Bianca scowled at me, and my little fantasy of Bianca took a darker turn into bondage, whips, and lots of ‘I’m sorry, Your Eminence,’ and ‘punish me more, Your Eminence,’ and ‘spit in my mouth, Your Eminence.’ “How many Ofanians would it take to capture Freydis Skyborne?” Brandon asked. “Twenty, at least.” Bianca gulped, looking very embarrassed. “Well,” Brandon smiled, “I wouldn’t want twenty dead Ofanians on my conscience, so that’s why you’re doing observe and report. You spot Freydis, Tera captures Freydis, you fly Freydis back to Iona, and my psychotic girlfriend doesn’t turn the storied Ionan warriors into a pack of drooling sluts. Sound good?” “Yes, Your Holiness.” “You are dismissed.” Brandon said, and Bianca shot upright, saluted with a fist against her chest, turned on her heel, and marched out the door. Brandon looked at me, then motioned toward the door. “Right now?” I asked. “You got something better to do?” “Yes, actually.” I replied, eyeing the bulge in his waistband that hadn’t yet gone away. “Sorry Tera,” Brandon sighed, swiveling on his chair, “but I’ve got patients that need help. You’re also dismissed.” “Did you just give me an order?” I exclaimed, running my eyes over him appraisingly. “You swore yourself to me, didn’t you?” Brandon replied, not looking up from Justina’s triage report. “I did, but you’ve never commanded me before.” I stood up and walked over to him, “The boy who nearly shit himself when I first touched his penis is now the healer of the afflicted, and organizing covert operations.” I ran my fingers down his shoulders, pressing the back of his head between my breasts, “Where did Brandon go, and who is the handsome, in-control man sitting japanese before me?” I slid my hands down his chest, and whispered in his ear, “And what kind of orders will he give me next?” “You better get your ass out there, Tera,” Brandon grinned up at me, “or I’ll have you doing pushups until your arms give out.” “I’d rather be doing squats until my legs give out.” I teen hissed, and left Brandon to stew over that, hoping vainly that he was as sexually frustrated as I was. I gave him ample time to call me back into the room, but he never did, and god, did only make me need him more. JUSTINA Now that my work organizing King Yandon’s doctors was completed, I’d finally stolen some time to work on helping Diamond with her amateur upcoming Sentient meeting. Angela and I sat on the bed of my new bedroom, a secluded branch of Brandon’s Great Maple. The cavernous room had curved asian walls of ebony wood, lit by green bioluminescence. “Do you think Brandon would like my hair like this?” Angela pulled Diamond’s curly hair behind her pointed ears, “Or like this?” voyeur Angela pulled her hair into pigtails. “I think Brandon would prefer that his sister wasn’t stuck in the Heat Bringer’s daughter.” I sighed, “Now get back to work. What does Ancient Spirits of the Astral Plane say about Sorrow?” “That she’s sad.” Angela replied curtly, “I think Brandon would like my hair like this,” she put her hair in pigtails, “so he has something to grab onto.” I sometimes forgot that Angela had physically died at the age of ten, and though she had matured spiritually, getting a body of her own must’ve been an incredible shock to her system. She had gone from a child, to a hormone-fueled teenager without any growth in between, and she had no hope of controlling the new urges. Mira could still teen feel the dull ache in her ass. I could feel my first orgasm approaching and there was amateur nothing I could do about it. A couple of people saw voyeur me, but neither of them asian said anything or stared at me. I have to stop. I could not help myself, I also hear you ask for the love and japanese pleasure that my slaves receive from me which is true but there is also some very unpleasant pain when necessary. On the patio, Wendy gripped the bottom of her tank-top. He is still topless from earlier, his physical excitement is no longer visible through his shorts, but she thinks she can still see the outline of his penis. “Sure,” I said, swallowing the pain. He was shocked and began to tell me that he was unsure why he got such a bonus. I heard a soft moan escape her lips. She squeezed her cock, her red-painted fingernails contrasting with her gray shorts.