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“You must be some special kind of stupid to turn yourself over to me,” Ariela said, plainly, a frown on her lips as she read the girl's body language, superior, Natural tits prim, “What did you think you would achieve by coming here?” The girl shrugged plainly, glancing around, studying the room as if sizing it for new drapes, twirling a strand of her blonde hair in her fingers before turning her attention back to the Dark Queen, her expression and tone matching in condescension, as if speaking to a child. “To marry you, of course.” Atrin would forever cherish the expression that crossed Ariela’s face, a confused mix of shock and fury from the words and the manner in which she had spoken them, her mouth open, her eyes going wide then squinting, her brows furrowed, “Why… What would make you think I would want to marry someone like you?” Sophia let out an exasperated sigh as if she petite had already explained herself a thousand times and was repeating herself to a particularly dense servant, “Because we both get what we want. I get to be powerful and you get a royal on the throne next to you. And if you have a royal on the throne next to you then all your silly rebels might just be placated! You get your happy little Empire, I get to be at the top. Everyone wins.” Unlike Sophia, Atrin could see masturbation that despite Ariela’s seemingly cool demeanour she was seething on the inside, her emerald eyes practically shimmering with traces of her magic, which she at any given instant could so easily lash out at the uppity would be Princess with. “Atrin,” Ariela spoke calmly, her gaze settling on his, “Would publicly executing this tart help our cause at all?” Sophia’s mouth opened in shock but, snapping, Ariela whipped two fingers towards her, a bolt of emerald hitting the blonde in the chest. She took a step back, not from the impact but from surprise, her glare turning sour as she opened her mouth to speak. Atrin raised an eyebrow as Sophia’s lips moved, her expression becoming increasingly exasperated as she talked, yelled, screamed, silent. “That is so much better,” Ariela said, a small smirk playing on her purple lipsticked lips, “Anyway, General, public execution?” Atrin glanced from the silently raging blonde back to Ariela, “I er, doubt it, my Queen, despite not being of direct lineage to the old king, she was still viewed as royalty.” “Damn. Very well, lock her up, throw away the key, just take her from my sight.” Ariela snapped her fingers dismissively and the guards flanking the silent girl, her hair mussed from her silent screams, siezed each of her arms and began to drag her kicking and not quite screaming from the room. Atrin cleared his throat, “I… I think she had information she was willing to trade, my Queen.” Ariela rolled her eyes before levelling them on Atrin, “Today has not been your finest day, General. Her information better be good.” She flicked a finger towards Sophia, dismissing her spell. “-QUEEN OF PUTRESCENCE!” The guards stopped, standing by the door, staring at the sudden outburst from the panting princess, her cheeks flushing with colour as she realised what she had said. She stood herself from their grip and stood prim and proper, tucking a strand of hair behind one ear before she walked back towards the table, eying Ariela with no less condescension despite the display ball licking of her power. “...As much as I want to know what proceeded your outburst, girl, I’m short on time and shorter than patience. Spill.” Sophia huffed, “There are two traitors close to freeing Belind. To lead this rebellion.” Ariela looked at the girl, incredulous, her expression becoming a smirk, then a grin, then she laughed, a rich full sound that echoed around the room, “Oh dear girl, every single blonde person in this city belongs to me, none of them ever loved Belind, I saw to that! The room was scented already with jasmine and masturbation with Dmitri’s Burmese tobacco, but the women brought with them the aroma of attar of roses and the heavier, earthier blonde smell of moist cunts. “It’s ball licking gonna be okay, baby,” he assured her, though he didn’t really know if he could guarantee his promise. Kara reached between my legs and once again caressed my little pussy. Thus, I returned, my savagery unmitigated – perchance even worsened out of frustration –managing again (or so I thought) to remain undetected as I slid, shaking with cold and fury, back inside my bedroll. But she can’t take her eyes off the handcuffs And what the hell is Anthony gonna say?” Bella asked. She was so tight. I put it about an inch inside of my mouth and then just stop there. My dick is covered with spit and I go all the way in her petite mouth and hold there for a few seconds. You almost do now.” I groaned as her hands pressed my skirt up to reveal the cream-hued, satin panties, a little bow on the front. Don’t tell me it’s ending like this.” Like I was for you! Our trio cycled again and I felt a bead of perspiration begin to glisten on my forehead. An objective observer would Natural tits say that he was evidence that Big Foot exists.