Avery looked on curiously, it was not like Ariela to play the gracious host, she wondered just how close Atrin was getting to being the Queens right hard core hand. “Thank you, my Queen.” Atrin bowed again before collecting his glass. Ariela motioned to a seat and, obediently, Atrin moved to sit. It was only after a more emphatic wave that Avery moved to sit also, albeit teens reluctantly. “So, here we are,” she glanced towards the servant and raised an eyebrow, “What’s your name?” The servant looked suddenly startled to have been singled out and almost dropped the pitcher of wine he was carrying, “I er, um, Daru, my Queen. Your majesty.” “Ah good, for a moment I worried everyone save for my Prince had a name beginning with A.” The Queen said wryly and Atrin smirked dutifully. “Well, forces conspire to free my Prince and, thanks to the hard work of Avery here, we can confidently rule out help from within the Palace… We can be certain now that, despite what we thought, Belind is incapable of sending and receiving messages to this, oh, what were their names Atrin?” “Skye and Cadance, my Queen,” he replied. “Yes, Skye and Cadance. Have you had any luck in finding them?” She asked but Atrin shook his head. “I’m sorry my Queen, both names are not too uncommon in this realm.” He explained before taking a sip of his wine. Ariela drummed her fingers on the war table and Atrin was reminded of the late King, sat there, drumming his fingers as he observed his own failing campaigns against the invading Queen. Atrin realised then that he had, on instinct, sat in his old familiar chair. Finally she splayed her fingers, glancing between the black-eyed Inquisitor in her flowing robes her shining armour-clad general, “What next?” There was a hollow silence as all three contemplated it, but it was Atrin sexy who cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the other two. “My Queen, if we are certain that this Skye and Cadance cannot communicate with the Prince, then perhaps we present them with a false opportunity to rescue him?” Ariela nodded slowly then glanced towards Avery, studying her exotic skin, shiny tattooed head and slender figure, figuring that she was likely only perhaps a few years younger than the greying General, “Well Avery, would you say you are absolutely confident that any plan we conjure up will not leave the walls of this Palace?” Avery glanced between her at Atrin and realised that while she hadn’t said a word, any blame for the failure of such a plan would land squarely on her shoulders. “Yes, my Queen.” Ariela clapped her hands together and rose, “Very good, Atrin, draw up an idea and start enacting it. I trust your judgement, you know the mind of these people better than I.” He nodded and rose, bowing low as she passed, making for the exit, trailed by her servant, though he had left the wine pitcher by Atrin’s half empty glass. After Ariela had left Atrin let out a sigh and sank back into the familiar comfort of his seat, refilling his glass, “...We’re missing something.” “I do not understand you, Atrin,” Avery said, without really thinking. Atrin raised his eyebrow, but remained silent, sipping from his glass once more. “You were one of the King’s Generals. Now you serve her so loyally? I was certain, as she was, that you were the one assisting Belind. But no, you serve her with loyalty unmatched and she has, I think, taken a shine to you, why is this?” Atrin rested his chin on his hand, adopting a pose young so relaxed it baffled her how he managed it in full plate, “Because, unlike many of her subjects, I do not japanese fear her wrath first.” “How? If anyone betrays or disappoints her they fear becoming a cloud of pink mist, or worse,” Avery said, sitting prim and proper in her chair, maintaining her posture even as the General relaxed. “And everyone fears that, the pink mist,” Atrin said. “Everyone with an ounce of sense, everyone except you, it seems.” He shrugged, “I fought the King’s war until the final engagement. I saw armies clash, I waded through the gore and the blood and the dying, I witnessed Ariela at her best, or worst, depending on whose side you were on, cleaving with her magic through dozens of men and with the gall to look bored while doing it. I’ve seen too much of death and darkness to fear it, Avery.” “Then what do you fear?” She dug through their dresser looking for something clean to wear. It also had some smoke coming from the top (but Vanessa used her power to make hard core sure no alarm detectors went off). Frank frowned. He grabs his cock and pushes it in teens her. I tried to pull myself japanese up and out young of the harness but I was too tired. "Jesus girl, what the hell is a gorgeous young thing like you doing with a fat old ugly fart like me?" The bitch wasn’t half-bad at cock-sucking, he had to admit it. John has become more like a son to me. I see him maturing and handling himself with great maturity now. She savored the taste, as well as the taste of the sexual energy he had gathered over the last 48 hours. I might be my imagination, her moans were difficult to differentiate, but I would’ve sworn she moaned in pleasure. She nibbled on my ear. She lifted one foot as I untangled her dress and panties from her ankles. I hoped to have daddy enjoy her, but if she wanted to wait for the boy she loved, sexy I understood that. Still holding the garment to her chest, she looked up at me under her halo of Doris Day hair. You remember Jillian Visitor? They were going to kill me. I wouldn't get to see my Wahida again. It can't be healthy," John said.