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“My queen,” the booming voice of the troll startled me, “I would be honored to carry you on your procession to the palace. The beasts of this city must see your face.” I looked at the captain of the guard, who shrugged his shoulder. “It would be safer than riding at street-level.” PRESTIRA Yavara and I climbed teen onto the platform that was strapped to the troll’s back. I grasped the handle bars as the great hairy beast stood upright, lifting us twenty feet in the air. Our twenty-man escort formed two lines along the street, and rode their horses at a steady clop. Despite the troll’s lumbering gait, the ride was amateur incredibly smooth, and Yavara relinquished her grasp on the bars, standing straight-backed and proud before the crowd that formed along the street. The criers had spread the news like wildfire, and now every citizen within earshot rushed the expansive boulevard to catch a glimpse of the new queen. The beasts prostrated, the citizens cheered, and Yavara looked upon them in wonder. “They love me.” She whispered, her eyes glimmering. I put an arm around her waist. “The Lowlands do not share the Highlands’ hatred for Alkandra. These beasts you see are descendant of those Alkandran refugees from a thousand years past, and the legend of the Dark Queen has only grown with time. Go on Yavara; raise your hand to your people.” Yavara raised her hand and waved to the spectators. I giggled, and brought it down. “Not like a princess.” I closed her hand into a fist, “Like a ruler.” Yavara grinned and shot her fist into the air. The crowd erupted, the sound thundering down the boulevard, rising from the featureless masses in the distance. I couldn’t have dreamed for better optics. His pronouncement was music to my ears. I groaned, my tongue dancing over her pussy lips. Kerrie perked up. “ Accidental slaver, and I couldn’t get rid of them if I tried. “That was cool,” said Deryk, letting out a sigh of relief, “Thanks for rescuing me.” “Is that right, Elena?” Prestira teen licked her lips, her white eyes half-lidded with lust, “Did you like watching Yavara and I get fucked?” She brought her face to mine, curly black hair tickling my cheeks, red, generous lips set in a shrewd pale face, “Did you like watching your best friend get fucked in the ass?” I was not as skinny as the bitch sitting next to me, and like any girl I would always tell myself I could lose a few pounds, but I was relatively happy with the flat stomach, toned legs and firm ass I achieved from over two years of regularly going to the gym. We must have looked a right spectacle as Sebastian got his phone out and started taking photos of us. An original story by Starrynight While Ashley closed the door, Frank leaned back against the wall and slipped out of his shorts, leaving him with just his briefs on, and pulled his cock out over the waistband. She had grown a lot since then, blooming in so many ways; he was proud of her, proud of how strong she was becoming. Right?” she gave amateur Angus and Sam another meaningful glare. I prodded her on her side and she understood. David wasn’t used to being at home during the day, and even more so parenting and advising two teenage girls, but they were his girls and he loved them so he figured it wouldn’t be that hard. It had to be Amy, she hadn’t left and she wasn’t anywhere else.