More horns sounded. xxx18 You know that, your Highness.”
“Sorry,” Father said, voice tight as my cheeks hollowed. Tall and lean, with a rasp brought about by his pipe smoking. “Such a whore for my cock.”
I was. Sven!”
I darted to her, kneeling before her. My father needed them for his foul plans. My snatch tightened, aching to be filled. My bed creaked. Feeling whorish, I pulled off my nightgown, exposing my breasts. “One that should properly deal with the fluctuations of—”
“I do not need the details, Master Mage,” Father said, his hand reaching down, stroking through my strawberry-blonde hair. It’s not love like we share. He cupped them, feeling my small mounds. Then he drew back his hips. Just as disgusting as Sven and his sister.




















