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Ariela began to stride from the room, motioning for Sophia to follow her and, flanked by guards, they made their way deeper into her palace. Sophia looked around, amazed by the aesthetic of the palace. She had once lived here, for a time at least and she recalled the place to be bright and airy, windows allowing plenty of sunlight to flood in, the floors a clear marble and the walls a light wooden panelling. But now it was dark, the passages lit by flickering flames, tapestries and artwork displaying Ariela’s greatest victories dominating every wall. Ariela glanced back to Sophia and grinned, her expression dark and excited as they approached a door, which she pushed open and stepped into, her purple dress trailing in behind her. As Sophia stepped in she was shocked to see the change in theme, this room was one of luxurious comfort, warm colours, soft carpet, a huge bed, a young… “Sophia?!” Belind’s voice came out, japanese his blue eyes going wide, matching her own as he tugged the bed covers up over his naked body, hiding his body from her as they stared at each other, equally shocked. Ariela grinned and stepped behind Sophia, placing her hands on the girl's shoulders, looking over at Belind, “Oh come now Belind! This is a family reunion, now’s no time to go hiding yourself.” Belind tore his expression lesbo away from her up to his owner, up to Ariela, “What is she doing here?” he said, his voice heavy with uncertainty. “Tell me, how well did you two get on? You know, before all of this.” Ariela asked curiously, glancing down over Sophia’s shoulder at the v of her dress, briefly admiring her cleavage. Belind pursed his lips, his brow furrowing a little as Ariela dodged his question, but Lesbian he knew better than to avoid hers, “We hated each other. She bullied me almost constantly.” Ariela nodded curiously, “She’s a real cunt isn’t she?” Sophia made to move but Ariela tightened her grip, a silent pained expression crossing Sophia’s face before she stood still once more, pouting. Belind glanced between the two then shrugged and nodded. “Oh how rude of me, your question,” Ariela smirked, “from what I gather she came here to marry me to gain power and as a token of appreciation she informed me that there are a couple of traitors in my midst who are trying to break you out,” she squinted her eyes some, reading his silent reaction. “Well, I’ll be. Belind you little demon, she’s telling the truth isn’t she?” he looked away and she let out a short laugh, shaking her head, “I’m girls almost proud of you. I’m not, but, almost,” sex with a shove she pushed Sophia to her knees where, with a wave of her hand, Ariela kept her pinned, an invisible weight keeping her down as Ariela stepped around the bed to get closer to Belind, who shuffled away, nervous and with good reason. “Each time I think I’ve broken you, you surprise me,” she reached out and caressed a hand across his face, “I think that’s why you’re my favourite. There’s always something new to play with.” “I won’t tell you who they are…” Belind said defensively, still holding the covers to his chest. Ariela let out a little sigh and put her hands on her hips, “Belind, darling, you know that isn’t true. I could very easily have you tortured until you give up the names of the traitors.” 'though I know one already', she thought to herself, thinking about Atrin, her mind completely lost as to who the other could be. Belind got a bit of a wet look in his eyes, knowing his chances were dashed and that her words were true, but he wouldn’t give up the names without at least trying to resist her, though he felt fear coursing through him at the pain he was sure was coming. “But I don’t want to have to do that.” She said and he looked up, confused, then she smiled, motioning with a hand towards the silent Sophia, “I’d much rather make that bitch suffer. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? If I played my little games with her, instead of you.” “I don’t understand,” Belind said softly. “Give me the names of the traitors and I will help you get your revenge on this uppity little brat. You and me, together,” she winked, “Either that or I just summon the torturer and send you on your little way. I might even marry this one, give her what she wants, imagine her, a Queen again, living in luxury after a lifetime of bullying you and selling you out.” "Is it alright?" “Here!” I said, “Right in here.” We were standing next to the bed in which he had apparently done “it” with her maybe a hundred times. I should have warned you. After we both used the bathroom, with me coming sex out last, she was already in bed, a sheet pulled up over her legs, of her naked body. “Looks like japanese mother and father are in for the night.” I girls muttered as I pulled the car around the back of the house, stopping next to the dilapidated garden shed. I relaxed my arms and leaned back into my chair. It was so bad. Alicia gasped when Patricia stroked fingers across enflamed labia. “Why are you stopping?” While Josh was kissing and licking my nipples, I cooed lesbo in his ear, “I’m going to reach over and feel you. There lies Clark in a pool of blood. But her pussy! Alex must have seen the look on my face and quickly assured me that it was all OK and that it was nobody elses business and he would keep my secret. She takes me to a garden where she introduces me to her husband, the Count. Up under his suit coat, she ran her fingers down along his shirt to his belt buckle. “He’ll come after both of us if you don’t get down there, and I’m in enough trouble as it is.” I pointed out. For her part, Shelly had entertained herself by picking up pillows and throwing them at the other two. Leesa wondered through her pain how this simple creature could possibly help her. She was also struggling for air as his dick blocked her wind pipe. We Lesbian were the same blood. I walked to a girl by the side and pulled up her dress and mounted her and claimed her to join me then walked farther into the crowd and grabbed another and mounted her. They wore matching lingerie sets! My body kept quivering as I shot in spurt after spurt, feeling like my orgasm would never end. She discretely picked it up like it was her own. It’s that simple. He took a tentative step toward the stairs. “Oh, Sheila, when you’re done here, could you tidy yourself up and then come down to the downstairs conference room? I had fixed her infidelity issue. I remembered lying on my kitchen table covered in cum and the plumber Tony telling me that I was going to dress up real nice for him at his Christmas party.