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Whispers started breathing through the populace, rumors of the horrors that must have occurred behind the palace’s stone walls. The emperor became more secluded, and the government tits became less responsive. Riots broke out, markets crashed, and people took to the streets to demand answers. The response they were given, was violence. Police forces smashed into the protestors, people were seized in the dark, and curfews were placed indefinitely. The brutality quelled the dissenters, and the elven empire came to the sinking realization that they were ruled by a tyrant. But I was safe. I was of bright blood; my crimson, straight hair, green eyes and shorter stature marked me as impure, at least in the eyes of the emperor. He couldn’t know that the mystic’s prophecy meant those descendant from the line of the dwarven Creator, Arbitrus Gen. asian At least, that’s what I’ve told myself every night, when I lie awake listening for the sounds of police bootsteps outside my window. “Sister Julia?” Mother Septina called. I sighed and closed my book. “Yes, Mother Septina?” I called back from the kitchen, hiding the book beneath a pile of napkins. “The princess would like to speak with you.” Mother Septina responded, thankfully not coming into the kitchen to snoop around. I slipped the book beneath my habit and walked briskly past the ornery mother. A flight of steps later, and I was on the top floor of the estate, and knocking on the door of my princess. “Come in, Sister.” Princess Lucilla Flitari called. I opened the door with my head bowed, and closed it silently behind me. 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She smiled brightly to me, and after I scanned the room for anyone else, I smiled back. “What do you think of this dress?” she asked, twirling extravagantly in front of me. “It looks perfect, of course, Your Grace,” I smiled politely, “if you’re intention is to be with child before the night is out.” “Maybe that is my intention,” Lucilla smirked, extending a perfectly formed leg from the slit cut alongside her dress, and big raising an eyebrow, “though, I must be terribly bad at it, because no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to get pregnant.” “Your chastity is holy, Your Grace,” I replied, “it is good to hear that my teachings have not fallen on deaf ears.” The light from the high windows asian reflected on the damp skin of her cheeks and thighs. Josh on the other hand was looking down at Linda and appeared big to be almost bored. By this time both girls were more than a little tipsy and they had begun telling each other little secrets about their pasts. Which she does a lot. I'd feel bad if you didn’t do at least that much for her." She missed the shot, but no one noticed until she finally, slowly stood up. to touch the high-heels which were riding shot-gun. "Well… I may have sorta, kinda… told them everything." The eighteen-year-old loved it. I turned to her and Lilly cuddled japan into my back and throwing an arm across my waist and tickled my belly again. Feeling his hand and the hot liquid on the most sensitive spot, Anju went wild. I sniffed and sniffed as I jacked. Of fucking her with all my might. I bought the pineapple and blueberries from store yesterday. He chuckled, “No, we haven’t received any official complaints, so I think a verbal warning will suffice this time. I wanted it so badly. My pussy juices trickled down my thighs, soaking my fiery bush. 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