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The stress of the last week, being chased by Prince Meinard's guards, our mad flight to the Forest of Lhes, crashing through the woods, almost getting caught, had been hard on all of us. Then last night, the fight, her illusions... Kora needed this release. To let go of all the fear and negativity that had afflicted us all, the terror that poor Mistress Aingeal would be killed, her helplessness all lost as she danced. I wouldn't interrupt her unless I absolutely had to. I reached Ealaín, crouching beside her like a cat, my knees bent, legs spread wide. It made my pussy feel like it was on display. I liked that feeling. I sniffed through my nose, smelling Kora's tangy pussy juices mixing with Ealaín's spicy musk. It was such an exquisite perfume. I loved kneeling because it kept me near to the ground, to where all the best scents are. I rubbed my cheek into Ealaín's dark thigh and said, “You like watching her dance, don't you?” “I like seeing her make art,” Ealaín answered, not taking her eyes off of Mistress Kora. I didn't mind being ignored for something so graceful and entrancing. “It makes my mother happy.”
At one point I found myself wishing that I was as happy to display my naked body as Dawnstar obviously was. The warmth of her pussy lips bled through. “This is so fascinating,” the faerie princess said. Then from lapping to sucking. That would make Sam happy. If you beg, it doesn’t really matter. "Oh gosh! He said what is going on here. “Those shots were to keep you from getting sick.”
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