Ealaín I let my clit sprout. I shuddered as my nub grew thicker and harder. Its pink flesh darkened to match my obsidian skin as it swelled larger and larger. It thrust at the lamia's wiggling ass, her tail swishing back and forth, the tawny fur providing a ticklish sensation across my breasts while her furred muff beckoned my cock. She purred as she sucked noisily on Sven's cock, her ears twitching in obvious signs of enjoyment. Kora watched, drinking in our actions, providing her more inspiration for her art. But how much unique delights could she create if she stayed in Sven's harem, fucking the same man and women over and over? Yes, I provided a novel experience. But not even I could inspire her to make unique works forever. Her attachment to her brother was... unhealthy. How could she experience more chained to his harem? Love could provide beautiful works of art, but it was hardly the only emotion that could create majesty. That could help uncover the world and touch the souls of those who witnessed her creations. As Kora shuddered on Nathalie's licking mouth, the amulet swinging between her breasts caught my attention. That had to be dealt with first. It needed to be their priority. Not their petty vengeance on this Prince Meinard. The pain he caused could propel new art, but this pursuit of revenge did nothing to bring new beauty to the world. “You going to fuck my little lamia?” Sven asked, his voice strained by the pleasure of his sex slave's sucking. “She's a horny thing.” Zanyia purred loudly about Sven's dick. I turned my attention to the lamia. Her pussy dripped juices down her thighs, her tawny bush soaked by her excitement. Her sweet musk filled my nose as her tail coiled about my left breast. She finally came back and smiled down at me saying “that was one of the best I have ever had. “I told you it would feel good.” With his hand still on the cue stick he twisted it causing the grooves in the carved wooden handle to rub across the sensitive inner flesh. I can thank you, too.” Instead, Lilly got up. Nena had gone for the bathroom and I could hear running water as she tried to clean up. It had been a wonderful summer break. As news of your humiliation of Belind at your glorious coronation spread the people weren’t, as you hoped wisely, cowed into submission. Being in her arms, I’ve never felt so safe. There is something black in the direction of Mexico. Leaning back against the counter her knees spread a little wider as he continued to burrow again her wettening pussy. My mother was elated at the idea but my father was a little disappointed. The skin became more translucent with every pass. It was open in the front barely covering her well formed breasts. You know, thinking about a threesome, that’s a great idea.
“Then let’s.” I cooed as I leaned toward him. To his credit, Alan didn’t crush his lips to mine and jam is tongue into my mouth, which was how I remembered his kisses from before. Instead, he put two fingers under my chin and gently tilted it up. Next, he gave me a long tender kiss on the lips. It wasn’t until I parted my lips that he eased his tongue in to find mine. When we broke that kiss, I showed him a warm smile, “My, my. Someone’s been practicing. You used to be a lousy kisser, by the way.” “I just needed a teacher, and since you never complained, how was I to know?” Without giving it much thought, I put my hand on his and guided it to my left breast. And then I looked him in the eyes and purred, “That’s your reward for giving me a really nice gentle kiss.” After only about fifteen seconds, I pulled his hand away. When I saw the look of disappointment on his face, I giggled, “Hey, it was only one kiss.” I gave him a quick peck on the lips and then moved my mouth close to his ear. In as sexy a purr as I could muster, I said, “The answer to your earlier question is ‘noooooooo’.” And then I quickly sat back and took a long swig of my beer. “The question about . . .” He had a look of shock on his face. “Yeah, that question. And no, you don’t know them.” “Them? More than one?” I thought for a moment before being honest with him, “Two, to be exact, but only once with each of them. They were both fucking idiots. So, how many times did you do it with that girl who got your cherry?” He shrugged, “Maybe half a dozen. It was fun at first, but I knew after a while that she wasn’t for me. Why only once with each of them?” Again, I decided to be honest, but I didn’t want to be too specific. I didn’t want to lay out a game plan for him. “They seemed fun and funny and all, but the minute our clothes came off, all that went by the wayside.” “Ah gotcha!” He said as if he understood perfectly. “My girl was the same way. It didn't look virgin. My pussy writhed and rippled and spasmed around his cock, loving his big dick unloading blast after blast of his cum in me. More swearing accompanied her next shot, which was also in the blue and then she ran after the other two Mistresses. “Perhaps you should stay here till they leave.” She glared at me. “I’m not done, knucklehead.” She snarled. His mother was actually an expert at giving oral sex. But she hated that feeling because it meant a part of her was starting to accept her master. Gregor started running through the forest again and he was saddened by what all he encountered before escaping the burning forest and getting into the clear air again. “Looks like it.” I still didn't know why. My mother then got into bed with me, held me gently and finally after a while I managed to go back to sleep. Being her husband and knowing that position all too well, I could tell that her eyes were closed tight shut. Trust me, I hate fighting. <
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