“You did, but it didn’t matter.” I took a dollop of cum from the pool that had formed in her navel, and brought it to her lips, “You’re very talented with your tongue, Ambassador Straltaira,” she compliantly sucked my finger, “but I’m the best there is.” “Are we dealing with euphemisms again?” “It’s true in both connotations.” I grinned at her, tracing her lips with my thumb, then bringing my mouth to hers. Oh, how she kissed me; how she made me melt on her tongue like butter, sliding so viscously through the heat and wetness of her. I lost myself in it like I always did, and Elena regained the power of our joined bodies, rolling us on the couch until she was atop. “I’ll be expecting that mirror in the morning.” She whispered, “I earned that at least.” “Ambassador Wentz will be so worried about the new sanctions that he won’t care to check. The answer is no.” “The last chance of group sex stopping that army went out the window when you pulled your stunt. What can I tell Yavara that would change a damn thing?” “Nothing.” I grinned against her lips, “You fought well today, Elena, but you lost, and I’m not in the habit of giving out participation trophies.” Elena gently clasped her hand about my throat. “I’m not asking.” She said softly, “Yavara needs to know I’m alive.” “Perhaps I should send her your fingers then?” I hissed, “You’ve served your purpose.” Elena smiled. “The idea of her agonizing over my unknown fate must be a great pleasure for you.” Her grip on my neck tightened, “Yavara has a dark mind, and boys it’s undoubtedly gone to some dark places when she’s lying in bed, thinking of what’s happening to me.” Her fingers pressed into my flesh, bowing the tendons in my throat, “But I know your darkness intimately, Leveria, and it casts a shadow over Yavara’s.” She squeezed until my throat closed, my windpipe compressing, the air stolen from my chest. My thighs rubbed together beneath her, my blurring gaze filled with the azure flame of her eyes. “You’ve shown me who you really are, which is why I know you’re bluffing. Mother is waiting for me not two-hundred feet from here, but who is waiting for you, Leveria? You’ve adjourned court, and your husband doesn’t even sleep in your bed. How long will it take for them to come looking? I could grab my mother and be half way across Tenvalia by the time they found you.” She licked my gasping lips, “But you don’t struggle in my grasp, because you know that though I choke the life from you, I won’t squeeze indian the last drop. It’s the same reason you won’t put me back in chains.” She brought our brows together, my vision filled with nothing but hers, “Does it scare you?” She whispered, releasing her grip. I nodded. “I don’t want you to see her, Elena! I don’t want to lose-” “Don’t say it.” She put her finger to my lips, “If you say it, then it’s real. I don’t want it to be real. I want to live in make-believe for a little longer, how about you?” I nodded again, blinking the tears from my eyes. “Do you trust me?” Elena asked. I bit my lip, and nodded. THOMAS ADARIAN Tribal drums sounded throughout the courtyard of Castle Thorum, the thundering rhythm fixing the cadence of dancing flames and the hellish shadows it cast upon the stone walls. She made her way to exactly the bed’s edge all the way riveted on Bob, her stare cold and piercing. ‘Bec told me you were bald down there, love the look,’ he smiled boys as he sprayed there. My fingers twitched as my entire body trembled. (turning to "her") One of my patients, Robert, recently hired me on the side to tutor his 16-year old son. Each time her body would jerk and she would squirt out of her vagina. Her hair was mussed enough from my grabbing it, but it warranted more indian mussing. Ben spread the lips of her vagina and blew gently on her opening. You're eighteen and group sex nineteen, so young and limber. His teasing hands rubbed higher and higher as his lips began to kiss the inside of my thighs. “Sorry country boy, no full show today,” she said to herself.