Queen Yavara left for the Spruces to deal with an emergency; I am her acting diplomat to the Maples.” “You still haven’t presented me with proof of your allegiance.” Braun said, “You are killing orcs that I have trade relations with, and I will not defend you against the vengeance of their people until I know you are acting under the Dark Queen’s big cock orders.” “Here,” I said, dropping the sacks of gold into his hands, “that’s Ardeni currency, procured by a loan from King Dreus to Queen Yavara. In one of the bags you will find a note of transaction signed by Console Drake Titus and Console Zander Fredeon.” “ The council of Queen Yavara has sanctioned counsel Brock Terdini, Secretary of War, to deliver this payment to Braun Lighthoof of the Spearheads to ensure centaur aid in the Terdini’s endeavors with the tribes of the Maples. Signed Drake Titus and Zander Fredeon, but conspicuously not Queen Yavara Alkandi.” I shrugged. “The deed’s been done, Braun. You’re just going to have to trust me.” ZANDER I walked through the abandoned nymph camp. The remnants of a pyre smoked from the clearing, and I didn’t have to move closer to know what had been burned. I stopped at the edge and stared at asian the smoldering wood. I stared for a long time. There were still embers in the pyre, and they burned like cobalt in their nest of charred logs and bone. The wind spun the ashes into playful vortexes that danced from the pile, the wistful flecks glinting like moon-kissed snow. Gone. I felt her absence like a hole in my chest, one that I’d bandaged and stuck full of morphine to keep the pain at bay. I could outrun it for a while, this pain; long enough to do what needed to be done before it consumed me. I glanced down to see the pitiless socketed eyes staring at me from the crowned skull that headed my staff. Alkandi’s skull. “We’re all just ideas of people to each other.” I muttered to her, “I was never the man in your head, and you were never the woman in my heart. I hate you, you know.” I blinked away a tear, the first I’d shed in centuries, and looked back upon the pyre. “Rest easy, Prestira. Don’t wait for me on the other side.” Hardcore The wind gusted through the japan trees, sounding the groan of an enormous spruce that loomed over the clearing. Its branches drooped, and its needles fell freely. The sap japanese that ran from its bark was milky and white, smelling nothing like the nectar of the tree. I stepped on one of its roots, and the wind suddenly died. “Zander,” a seductive voice whispered from within the mighty trunk, “come in.” The trunk opened into a large doorway, and I stepped inside. Elena’s succubi were sitting cross-legged in a circle, their hands entwined on each other’s knees, their eyes aglow with violet light and staring vacantly at the tree’s apex. I looked up to see the once-green bioluminescent fungi had all changed to the same passionate hue as the women’s eyes. They all turned their gaze to me at once, but only Crystal spoke. “I needed to take their minds.” Arbor said from Crystal’s mouth, “They were nearly hysterical when they could not save our master. I feel it too, this mortal pain of loss. As do you, Zander Fredeon.” Arbor smiled sadly, “But we immortals can bear it much easier, so I have eased their suffering.” She kissed his dick and cupped his big cock smooth balls, letting them roll around in her palm. Indescribably, un-replicatably, sweet, appealing and calming. He starts tongue fucking my hole and Hardcore I surprise myself by enjoying it. I hadn't treated her as well as I should a few months back, but we'd straightened things out. Hungrily he stroked and squeezed the tremendous tits, rolling them, and fanning his thumbs across the nipples. I gently turned around and found Tina’s Mom kissing me. I responded gladly as she is a beautiful woman and she clearly wants to japan become intimate with japanese me, which I am more than willing. For this I grab the crossed leg of Katin an pull it over to me. Not saying or asking anything before. “Want to feel something even better?” he said as he pressed on my prostate. I can feel her saliva is warmer than before, running all over my head and asian shaft, before she coat my cock with it using her hand. “It'll be worth it,” I moaned. “Thank you. Another intern, Richard Mueller, then asked, “Doctor Bernaldi, what if all these excreted ATO cells get together in the sewers and form a totally new being?”