A third mage shot into view, breathing hard and red-faced. “Dratus, Backtius,” the third mage gasped, holding my fetish hand-mirror aloft, “look at this!” The other two mages studied it for a moment, perplexed expressions on their faces. “Do you see the burnt patterns on the frame?” the third mage asked excitedly, “Those were on every surface of the princess’s room! The Heat Bringer killed Princess Lucilla!” “Impossible!” the mage called Dratus said, “All seven-hundred subjects are locked away and accounted for in the keep; none of them could have escaped without setting off dozens of alarms!” “Telavia was right all along,” the mage called Backtius gasped, “we never had the one.” “Princess Lucilla said as much to her father earlier today,” the third mage said, his voice edging with excitement, “she must have found something the emperor didn’t, and the Heat Bringer killed her before she could spread the information!” “Her priestess,” Backtius muttered, “she was a bright-elf, wasn’t she? Not of high blood, but certainly around the right age…. raise the alarm and sequester all bright elves in the palace! Inform the emperor that the Heat Bringer is here, and get him to safety!” The mages ran off, and Julia tentatively released her grip on my mouth. “Looks like hide-and-seek is over,” she said as we stepped out of the closet, “now we just run.” We dashed through the courtyard, raced along the inner-wall and darted down the stairs to the bottom levels. The top floors of the palace tower were reserved for royalty, so subterfuge was a necessity when escaping them, but the bottom levels were packed with common folk, amateur and our plain cloaks allowed us to blend right in. Troops of guards ran in opposition to us, ignoring us as they raced up the steps we’d just climbed down. Julia and I burst into the main courtyard, and indian the gate was blessedly still open. We were a mere hundred paces from freedom when the voice yelled. “You two, stop!” it was a commanding, baritone growl that sent our heels skidding to a halt. I turned around to see a mage leading a interracial platoon of guards right for us. I wheeled around to make a run for the gates, but another platoon had barred our exit. “Julia,” I hissed as the men encircled us, “burn them!” “ Kill them?! Julia gasped, “That’s a mortal sin!” “Holy shit,” I growled, “Julia, do you know what will happen if my father captures you?” “Maybe we can talk our way out of it.” Julia whispered as the men surrounded us. As if in response, the men drew their swords, and the mage’s forehead began glowing from his astral meld. “Take off your hoods,” the mage said, “put your hands in the air, and get on your knees.” “Julia…” I said through clenched teeth, begging the girl. I felt the power pulsing in my veins, I could faintly see the energy glowing through my cloak; patterns of white shining through the fabric. I felt Julia growing warmer against me, drawing her power from me, preparing to set alight and announce her presence to the world. The fire died, the heat faded, and the light dwindled foot fetish beneath my cloak. “I can’t,” Julia whimpered, her posture slouching in defeat, “I’m sorry, Lucilla.” I inhaled a ragged breath, feeling my heart sinking beneath my lungs. The swords gleamed around us, pointing their sharp edges at our bodies, their bearers watching us behind hard, merciless eyes. Julia put her arms around me, and I put my arms around her, the excitement I felt earlier no longer thrumming within me; only terror. “Er well I had a dalliance and I believe I may be interracial with indian child,” she admitted, “So if I was attacked and ravished...” Between her breasts was a river running down her body and dripping off her foot fetish shaved pussy lips. I could technically go to jail for what we did in that airplane.” “They’re pirates!” Ternias growled, “And Timothy Two-Shot was persona non grata in the Lowlands for over a decade! Her pink areolas surrounded her pink eraser sized nipples, which were erect. She opened it and, after a pause, stepped out into the hallway. He leaned in until his face was only a few inches from hers as he said in a low voice,"Yes I would. But fetish I was smarting from the way her and her friends had dismissed Pakpao and my loyalty to my new Thai friend was burning amateur brightly. The Drink Grabbing both my tits he dug his fingers deep into the soft flesh.