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It was Leveria who was famous (or infamous, depending on who you asked) as a diplomat who used her keen mind and striking elven beauty to deftly navigate the annals of power. No, Yavara was not the plotter her sister was. She was blowjob unabashedly herself, and that endeared her to me. Yes, she had the royal air of someone who’s used to being doted upon, and I daresay she’d be hard-pressed to know what to do with a broom (save for sticking the handle up her ass), but she didn’t expect anything of those she may have deemed below her station. Truly, I saw a potential friend in her; maybe more. She was compassionate, bold, and curious, but above all, she was ambitious. I could see it in the orange glint that shined across her eyes, that covetousness for more than just my body. Power was her want, and though she sated its itch with sex now, I knew it would not sate her for long. All of Alkandi’s incarnations were lecherous creatures, but none before Yavara had made a pass on me. Even if one had been so bold, I doubted I would’ve accepted, or been so easily seduced after declining. creampie I’d never had so much as a gay musing before, and yet, I found myself attracted to Yavara in a very real way. It wasn’t just her spirit that enticed my lust, but her body; her female body. Curves and tender flesh, soft features and silken hair; something dormant had been awoken within me, something I never knew existed. It surged forth now, taking my faculties by storm and compelling my perversions. I longed to explore the newfound side of myself to its fullest, a side that had japan been exposed by Yavara Tiadoa. Such was her power, to find the keys that unlocked secrets that were secret even to me, and such was her ambition, to gain that measure of mastery over me. As I pressed her face into my crotch, and enjoyed immensely the skill of her tongue, I wondered where her quest for power would take her, and to what depths she would stoop. Sexually, I did not think she had limits; depravity was her power, and being willing and wanting to debase herself was her stake of autonomy. I already knew she was capable of killing, and suspected she took some measure of joy in the act. I couldn’t fault her if cum that were the case, for on occasion, I enjoyed dealing in death myself. Anyone who has killed knows the secret thrill that comes with it, but that did not define Yavara as a killer. She showed her capacity for mercy when she refused to control my mice, for I believe the first rodent’s death was her subconscious reason for not seeking their minds. But I’d be remiss to believe Yavara was not capable of darkness, for I saw the potential in her for it. The Dark Queen would rise again come hell or high water, and goddamn it, I would aid in her ascension. Not for her, but for me. Yavara was the first incarnation Zander had brought me that showed any ambition past her own pleasure, and was more powerful than the rest combined. She could sit on the Black Throne, and in doing so, release my beloved from millennium-old shackles. Then, he could be with me. Wholly with me. Yes, I liked Yavara; truly, I did. But I’d be damned if I was going to let the twisted little cunt control my mind. YAVARA I licked my lips, then held Prestira’s gaze as I lowered my head into her lap once more. Are you ready, Yavara? Prestira’s telepathic voice inquired. Are you? I replied as I brought my tongue to the witch’s folds. I pressed my nose into her, smelling her sweet aroma, feeling my primal mind surge with the compulsion of its basest sense. I slithered my tongue into her. Her petals parted delicately for me, and her nectarous flavor permeated my mouth. Oh, she was delicious. I opened my lips about her and drew upon her curtains with gentle suction, my tongue circling her sensitive inner spot, teasing it, never contacting it directly. Her thighs quivered beside my ears, which were filled with the pleading chorus of her moans. I didn’t relent, but continued asian my tortuous path, waiting for her to finally give in, and force me. She held out for an admirably long time, her nethers flowing, coating my muzzle with her pent-up desire. Her hands finally grabbed the back of my head and drove my face into her. “You’re creampie too fun to let die.” Arnial woke with a slight jerk, she remembered the orcs and the fire from the night before but not really where she was now. Ada took up her felt tip and on her thigh she drew a stick figure arm chair to fit his usual size, the size that was what the geisha required. I loved the sun-warmed cement beneath my feet. My tongue darted around her cuntlips. Master pulled back his chair and his cock was erect. He then pushed the vibe right into me (still not switched on), gave me the knickers and said, “Put them on Vanessa”. She’d slip the tip of her finger in and swirl it around to get japan more of my juices. 'Thank God I have cash on me for once. A comrade. Still sucking on his balls, she could feel the heavy weight of his cock resting on her face and she knew if was time to go back to pleasuring that mighty shaft. Matt replied, his voice raised. He was delighted to have had her in such surroundings. Julie asked as she opened the box. The concrete under Mollie’s tires was smooth except cum for the thump across an occasional built-in expansion gap. “For now, that’s all. This is your fault, Julia. I'm sure he'll see them... he just won't know what they mean." She says that he will even let her and her friends watch him jacking off if they blowjob show him their tits while he does it.” She also stuck a couple of fingers in asian her ass to make herself loose back there. "Of course it's me, in the flesh, naked, and thinking of you," Julie purred in response, "and I hear you are finally getting hitched. I sit on the bed looking around the room and start rubbing my cock getting hard.