"Ron," said Heather."So am I supposed to call you Heather from now on?" said Ron, grinning.The two gave each other a brotherly hug, much like the one ...arriors wouldgive each other after the end of a long, hard battle. For in that moment,Heather felt like her battle with the Emerald Witch had ended but thedeep scars remained. Despite this, she found that Dumbledore's wordsincreased in resonance as she walked down the hallway with Ron andHermione. All she needed were the ones she loved.***Things. All other characters arecomplete fabrications based upon my own limited imagination. The city of Wien, the street Die aeussere Kaerntnerstrasse, and the unit of measurement hereinaftertermed 'meters' really do exist and are very similar to the way I portray them.At least, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it. "My beta readerfor this story was slavelucy, who don't come 'round here no more. Proofreadingand selection of story codes was performed by my able amanuensis, woodsman'sgame.Alex Bragi. Resting his head against her knee Aubert kissed the inside of her leg tenderly as her fingertip pushed her nubbin in small circles. With her eyes mere slits now, Byth spun her finger in a circle rapidly corralling her clitoris. Aubert leaned in to watch more closely and Byth clutched at the back of his head pulling him forward until his lips met the lips of her sex. ‘Please sire, with your tongue,’ she whispered. Leaning still closer a gentle lapping from the king felt wonderful on her puss and. Larisa couldn't even move. She felt faint. She was shaking. She was terrified. This was it. The bloody man suddenly jolted his hand out and grabbed the young actress. It woke her from the trance and she began screaming and squirming as best she could. The men laughed harder and the pants-less one smacked her across the face. So hard in fact, that a line of blood-spit dangled from her mouth when she looked up, now also crying softly. "Okay," the pants-less man said, "Let's get her out into the.