Mademoiselle pleases juvenile with her moist beaver

Ariela flashed her General a look he couldn’t quite decipher, but one that he at least survived, before she turned her attention fully to the girl. “You must be some special kind of stupid to turn yourself over to me,” Ariela said, plainly, a frown on her lips as she read the girl's body language, superior, prim, “What did you think you would achieve by coming here?” The girl shrugged plainly, glancing around, studying the room as if sizing it for new drapes, twirling a strand of her blonde hair in her fingers before turning her attention back to the Dark Queen, her expression and tone matching in condescension, as if speaking to a child. “To marry you, of course.” Atrin would forever cherish Hardcore the expression that crossed Ariela’s face, a confused mix of shock and fury from the words and the manner in which she had spoken them, her mouth open, her reality eyes going wide then squinting, her brows furrowed, “Why… What would make you think I would want to marry someone like you?” Sophia let out an exasperated sigh as if she had already explained herself a thousand times and was repeating herself to a particularly dense servant, “Because we both get what we want. I get to be powerful and you get a royal on the throne next to you. And if you have a royal on the throne next to you then all your silly rebels might just be placated! You get your happy little Empire, I get to be at the top. Everyone wins.” Unlike Sophia, Atrin could see that despite Ariela’s seemingly cool demeanour she was seething on the inside, her emerald eyes practically shimmering with traces of her magic, which she at any given instant could so easily lash out at the uppity would be Princess with. “Atrin,” Ariela spoke calmly, her gaze settling on his, “Would publicly executing this tart help our cause at all?” Sophia’s mouth opened in shock but, snapping, Ariela whipped two fingers towards her, a bolt of emerald hitting the blonde in the chest. She took a step back, not from the impact but from surprise, her glare turning sour as she opened her mouth to speak. Atrin raised an eyebrow as Sophia’s lips moved, her expression becoming increasingly exasperated as she talked, yelled, screamed, silent. “That is so much better,” Ariela said, a small smirk playing on her purple lipsticked lips, “Anyway, General, public authentic execution?” Atrin glanced from the silently raging blonde back to Ariela, “I er, doubt it, my Queen, despite not being of direct lineage to the old king, she was still viewed as royalty.” “Damn. Very well, lock her up, throw away the key, just take her from my sight.” Ariela snapped her fingers dismissively and the guards flanking the silent girl, her hair mussed from her silent screams, siezed each of her arms and began to drag her kicking and not quite screaming from the casting room. Atrin cleared his throat, “I… I think she had information she was willing to trade, my Queen.” Ariela rolled her eyes before levelling them on Atrin, “Today has not been your finest day, amateur General. Her information better be good.” She flicked a finger towards Sophia, dismissing her spell. “-QUEEN OF PUTRESCENCE!” The guards stopped, standing by the door, staring at the sudden outburst from the panting princess, her cheeks flushing with colour as she realised what she had said. She stood herself from their grip and stood prim and proper, tucking a strand of hair behind one ear before she walked back towards the table, eying Ariela with no less condescension despite the display of her power. “...As much as I want to know what proceeded your outburst, girl, I’m short on time and shorter than patience. Spill.” Sophia huffed, “There are two traitors close to freeing Belind. To lead this rebellion.” Ariela looked at the girl, incredulous, her expression becoming a smirk, then a grin, then she laughed, a rich full sound that echoed around the room, “Oh dear girl, every single person in this city belongs to me, none of them ever loved Belind, I saw to that! We over amateur did this by far. God, it looked more like a full She moaned. They were still happy, it was better than last place, but it wasn’t another national championship either. Dropping the pipe, it clamours on the ground as she walks over to the desperately floundering Cindy. Rose re-appeared with a tray and served them all coffee. “Oh, God.” “Hey would you mind straightening up the living room, I'll fix us some lunch while you do that.” It felt weird to ask the girl that had his dick in her mouth just a moment ago to authentic clean, but he wanted to keep her in his line of sight. “How does the whore feel?” Laura called out. I landed on the balcony as the ogre roared in frustration. Anthony ripped his dick out of my asshole. ——————— "AHHHH!!!!!" she screamed. This was amazing! “6-5, Slovenia!” the announcer casting said, gaining his excitement. Straight after the market, where I had gotten a pile of t-shirts and shorts and a good pair of sunglasses and a straw hat, we went into a normal shop. They still have their little fetish; she gets pounded while he sits in the back and jacks off. “I don’t know!” I responded, still thoroughly pissed off at Hardcore what had happened. ASTRID She laid her head on my chest and put my hand on her breast. I've already seen more than I care to reality see. We’re all about pouring our thoughts and emotions into Pokemon to gain their trust and aid. “I couldn’t believe he… you know… wiped his dirty fingers on you.” It was huge, they could easily see, despite the fabric covering it. She fired him and warned him not to touch her any more. I swallowed cold and stuttered “Will!