The Infamous Midget Fuck

The man was more of a stranger to me than the bartender at the local tavern (although, few people knew me better than he), and he hadn’t even corresponded with me since I left for the estate twelve years ago, when I was six. “Princess Lucilla Flitari,” one of my father’s advisor said to me, standing in front of the vacant throne, “thank you for your spirited arrival. His Highness is waiting for you in the keep.” “He wants to see me?” I asked, feeling my breath catch in my throat, “Now?!” “Of course,” the adviser said, looking very amused at my distress, “you’re his daughter. You can leave your priestess with us, and we’ll escort her to your quarters.” “No.” I said firmly, “She goes where I go.” “Your Grace,” Julia whispered behind me, “I don’t think that’s-” “Women of the church have been banned from the palace keep,” the adviser said, “His Highness’s orders are final.” “Your Grace,” Julia whispered again, “I’ll be teen fine on my own.” “But I won’t be!” I hissed back, “I fucking need you, Julia!” “You’re a strong woman, Lucilla,” Julia whispered, giving me an apologetic smile, “you will find a way.” Julia actually looked relieved that she didn’t have to go. I couldn’t blame her, but once again, I was mad that she wasn’t going to be sharing in my discomfort. I gave her a parting scowl, and then followed my escort to the keep. They were two heavily armored guards, both of dark blood. Of all the races of elves, dark elves were the most different. Their bronze skin, black hair, and dark, brown eyes distinguished them from the porcelain skin, blue eyes, and platinum hair of high elves, the pale skin, green eyes, and red hair of bright elves, and the tan skin, hazel eyes, and golden hair of dawn elves. Not only that, but they stood several inches taller than high elves, the next tallest race, and were of much stockier build. They still bore the fair features and pointed ears of all elves, but there was a fearsomeness about them that made them excellent soldiers. “We’re going to be your guards from here on out,” one of them said to me, oddly not addressing me amateur by my honorific, “I’m Drask, and this is Malek; don’t try to talk to him, he doesn’t speak.” “And why’s that?” I asked. “He gets attached to the people he’s charged to protect.” Drask explained. “And that’s a bad thing… why?” I asked. “You’re to be the emperor’s assistant,” Drask said, “so to be honest, Your Grace, we’re not really expecting this to be a long-term relationship.” “Oh,” I muttered, feeling a chill Emo/Gothic crawl up my spine, “I see.” “If you want my advice,” Drask said, “just do what he says. At this point, he is making a veggie cream cheese on Ritz crackers topped with a slice of either cucumber or cherry tomatoes. “Good” Julie said, “Tonight you will have anal with your hubby, in fact you will have anal every night until I call again,” and with that the phone went dead. He asked if they could see her body, Samantha didn’t reject them but shyly look away. “Thank you, Plato,” teen Marcella said. His eyes widened as he realized what she meant. Her small breasts bounce in her tight shirt as she jumps to bat the birdie back to him. “That’s… cool, I guess. For a moment the thought crossed my mind that my mother might have noticed the tent pitched inside my bed. Her eyes Emo/Gothic rolled back. Then he moved behind me, poked his big hard love rod into my hole and pushed in. It was heavenly – the cliché is that anal hurts at penetration, but if you have done it as much as I had done it to myself and have enough lube there is at most a little stab, more amateur a sensation of pressure than discomfort. Can I buy you a drink?” “Well hardly.” I responded, “Not unless we can bring her into it was well. From the stank of his tongue, I was quite sure that he had licked his cock clean while I was out of it. moving your hand over it too," I instructed. “An honorable death for us both, old friend.” Jade dropped her head in resignation, and tilted her chin to expose her neck.