Daenerys Targaryen whines and bucks invitingly at her own brother, her loins burning, unknowingly desperate for her first ever orgasm. Viserys, totall... blind to her needs, straightens up and looks down at her with contempt, "Clean yourself up, you stupid little dragon whore. Your wedding is tomorrow."Without a second backward glance at her, he fixes his black breeches and walks out of the room, leaving his younger sister to pant on the warm floor, his meager load of cum barely leaking out of. They took her back. It's going to be a long night. It's possible she might have broken her hip. So just stay there. I'll call when I know something," and she hung up.I told the girls what was going on. They were sad and upset. But Karson said that she knew this stuff was coming. It'd been happening off and on for the better part of almost two years. Her grandma needed to get help in her house and was refusing it.We decided to put on a movie. Hanging out in the living room, for whatever reason,. ”“Now, where is this house?”Her other slavegirl led us. With Lasla's pussy cream still on her lips, she guided us the few blocks through the teaming street to a large building that dominated a block. It had a sign over the door with a golden tail curling away. It was clearly feline and playful. The slavegirl bowed to us, then turned and scurried off.I led the way inside, eager to get our bed sorted out. This city would be quite the adventure. I was eager to get to it, but first I had to make. Hermione trembles, and moans in pain when she feels two fingers push in and out of her pussy for a moment before Umbridge backs back up and begins the punishment again.After every ten to twenty strikes, Hermione feels Umbridge push her fingers inside her again and fuck her for a minuet before stepping back and whacking her with the cane again. Hermione barely is able to process the intrusions, for she is too busy trying not to forget the count—ninety strokes into the punishment, she is not.