At 5 foot 3 her long wolf tail drugg the floor weighted down by her cloak. the deep purple matched the sparkling irises of her eyes. as always with th...se of royal blood she held an almost eerily irradiance in her eyes. not only holding one color but many. after finished her potion and letting it sit for the next day for her father to approve her lesson she pulled the hood of her cloak over her long hair and folded ears. being what her father called a runt she still hadn't grown in to her ears. He wasn't whiny, like she thought he'd be. He didn't talk with a funny voice, like she thought he would. Her mother had been deep in conversation with him, and her mother NEVER talked to any of the boys she went out with. Her mother referred to most of the boys she dated as "Bags of testosterone." He was different than boys she'd been around and she didn't quite know how to act. She couldn't just tell him she needed his shorts full of cum. He'd dump her out and then she'd be completely uncool.. Two and a half hours later Richie was staring out his window at the coastof Cuba. He was exhausted, but he was too excited to fall asleep. His balls ached. He'd come three times in seventy minutes, once in each ofTiffany's orifices. Her ability to deepthroat was truly amazing, but his favoritepart had come when she'd reclined his seat, sat on his lap facing away fromhim, and laid back against his chest. He played with her huge tits and hardclit while she worked her hips up and down like a. One of the things he did was get hold of one of the monastery's little boats and he rowed it out into the bay and then used his abilities to attract fish after fish to come to him. The monks were amazed at his fishing prowess when he returned, the boat sitting low in the water with the load it carried. He didn't share with him how he managed to catch so many, but instead left them to sing his praises as a master fisherman.He tried to pick his moments to visit the King to see how he was.