“If she isn’t already patient-zero.” Brianna giggled, “That woman is a walking evidence bag.” I vaguely remembered Private Brian Dedaclia being somewhat of a walking evidence dispenser. It made sense that he (now she) and Eva linked fingers. Eva laughed with her partner. “She takes it in the ass so much that she pollinates a flower every time she farts.” “The pussy-willows love her.” Kiera sniggered, that perpetual mischief in her eyes. There were many times the MPs conducted raids on the barracks in search of drug paraphernalia, and they always seemed to find it hurriedly stashed beneath whichever woman bunked next to Corporal Kiera Lestria. “Arbor would probably think that was infidelity.” Furia mused with a small smile. I had asian no recollection of who Private Furia Augustinia used to be besides her name and rank. I intuited by her interaction with the other hybrids that she’d been the company baby, doted upon and protected by the other women, too young to have yet emerged from her shell. Maybe that was what drew me to her. “Only if one of the plants was her child.” Eva chuckled. “ All the plants are her children; didn’t you know that?” Brianna giggled, “Every fucking time I picked a dandelion on the way here, she’d give me the evil eye.” “She looks at everyone like that.” I said, “She’s only been in a body for a week; interpersonal interaction is a challenge for her.” “She interacted with the four of us just fine. ” Eva grinned, motioning to Furia, Kiera and Alexa. Faltia nudged me. “Hey Commander, is it true that Private Straltaira fucked Arbor so hard she became her slave?” “It is.” Arbor said from behind us, “Though I do sexy not think it was the amateur force of Elena’s thrusts that compelled me into her servitude, but the angle with which thrusted them.” She turned to me, “Governess, I have mustered the townsfolk, as you requested. They are waiting outside.” I cleared my throat, wondering how long Arbor had been there. The expressionless forest spirit inclined her head as though to study me from a different angle. “Governess?” “Just ‘Adrianna’ will do fine, Arbor.” teen “I will address you by your title, as will be expected of every citizen here.” Arbor cleared her throat japanese back at me, as if practicing the mannerism, “Shall I have Certiok bring them in?” I looked at the ebony chair, the wood smoothed from over a millennium of existence. How it had stayed intact beneath a pile of rubble for all these years was likely a mystery answered with ‘magic,’ and that made me warry, but it was the history of the thing that truly kept me static. This was the Black Throne for God’s sake! “It’s just a wooden chair, Adrianna.” Furia said softly, “You and I can switch if you want.” “No,” I smiled, turning around, “I got it.” And I, Adrianna, formerly Thomas Adarian of the Highland Ranger Corps, sat on the Black Throne. I went still, waiting for something to happen. Nothing did. The other hybrids all exchanged looks, then collectively shrugged, and sat in their own chairs. This would be a new domain for me. I had never thought about it till japanese now. And shook her asian head. But as she opened the door there stood Anita Martinez. For the moment, Als cock was the last thing on her mind as she absolutely worshipped Derrick’s plump nut teen sack. Shannon flicked the tip of her sweet tongue across my lips. His parents think he is studying hard in the penthouse room. “I know everyone who works there.” Well I can see how you’ve been getting away with amateur it but blankety, blank; you’re so brave; I could never sexy do that.” She felt herself cry out, her fangs baring themselves "SO I CAN KILL YOU, you're supposed to be scum, all men are scum, so why won't you try and do anything?! My pussy cream gleamed on her lips and chin.