I would wrest his lands from him, put the Zeutchian and the other humans who dwelt beyond the mountains beneath my power. I would rule the world, conquering more land than the weak High King Peter ever had. But not without the Paragon's support! The monstrous servants she promised me if I recovered the amulet would give me teasing such an advantage over armies made of humans. I needed to stall her. I needed to buy my servant more time to recover my amulet. I drew in a deep breath as I slithered off my bed. My scales rasped on the cool floor as I gathered my thoughts. My breasts swayed before me, my chain swaying back and forth. My tongue flickered out of my mouth as I moved natural through my palace, my lamia slave scampering at my side. I had to be calm, cold. I couldn't show any fear. I was Zizthithana, istandar of the province of Hizzithya. I would be the future shahbanu, what humans would call a queen, of Shizhuth. I felt it. I believed it. I was it. With a regal bearing, I entered my audience room, the walls covered in banners of bright purple. My eyes flicked to the Paragon, hiding my revulsion at the sight of Biomancer Vebrin's ultimate creation, a creature of such japanese loathsome sight. She churned even my strong stomach. The Paragon was a hunched and deformed creature. She was an amalgamation of various races all melted together into a bubble of flesh. Masculine and feminine features, swirled together about her mongrel face. She had the broad shoulders that rippled with her inhuman strength, her limbs twisted with ropy strands of muscles. She had both breasts, swollen and overripe, and a cock thrusting huge from her crotch. Her skin was a riot of colors, merging from hues of all sorts, the various beiges and browns of humans, the metallic flesh of a halfling, the swarthy red of orcs, the swallow hue of an ogre, and more, giving her a molted look. Delicate ears, like an elf, twitched through her tangle of hair, every strand looking to be a different hue and texture. All the strengths of the races distilled into one horrid abomination. “The amulet is proving elusive to achieve,” I told her, “but my assassin has the Solo trail of the thief.” The Paragon straightened wet her malformed body. She stood with twice the height of a human, her eyes boring down at me. Muscular arms folded before those breasts. Finally the boys started to leave. I was trying to figure out natural a way to sneak into Mom’s Solo room when she called up the stairs and said that she and Barbara were going to the store and wanted to know if I wanted to go. I continued to suck, deep throating that thick black phallus. “Certainly, my love.” Wiping the last of the sticky liquid from my lips, and with my most urgent bodily needs met, I become aware of the secondary demands – a tingling arousal between my legs. neck and pulled me close to her. Its hand seized me by the waist. The enhancement spirits, eager to please my will, plunged into Zanyia's body. So far, it was rather mild. I look pathetically terrified, and when the images and sound cut to my actual rape, you can see I’m already defeated. He didn’t care what his japanese punishment might be; he let it all go and filled her pussy with his hot blast which triggered another massive orgasm in her. Just then we heard the sounds of the girl on the Xbox being victorious then they both got up to leave. But because she was now feeling those things she seemed to want, at least teasing on a subconscious level, to show off her boobs for me. According to rumor, Sylvia had long lost her maidenhood by this point. I grabbed what I needed. Still, Roy fucked the side of his daughter’s skull, wrapped her beautiful golden hair around her bloody, spittle-covered face like a veil. Purely through chance she found the towel that had been discarded earlier. “Aren’t you going to continue?” Aysel said with a growl. I didn't want to seem like I didn't know what ‘balls’ or ‘cock tease’ were, so I played it off." I came. Her septum ring was so big that it was almost reaching to her upper figure. Here Quinn had an extremely worried look on her face. She sits down and puts her feet in the pool wet water. Not having a boyfriend of my own at the moment probably made it worse and I found myself daydreaming about Brian, wishing I was Claire. “Are you ready?” Brandon whispered. I lay on my back for several minutes reflecting on my life and how it had changed since I lost my way just a few months ago. I nod at her and she gets the memo. He finally had to push her off his cock before collapsing onto the bed beside her.