....he is your offspring....your blood...royal blood....the heir toyour throne," he retorted."Royal blood....only half blood......a bastard to one of ...y whores......"my father growled."Take the wretch and do what the hell you like with him!" he finishedlooking straight at me."Father how could......." My plea was cut short as the monitor went black.Zaaarl cursed and bellowed no doubt the bile intended at my father, thenhe pointed at me and I was roughly taken to a prison cell.I must admit I had. Bo … yes, Bo … his tongue was lapping away at my pussy. I also realized that my legs were spread wide; even in my sleep, I had opened myself to him. The thoughts I had that first night on the ledge were playing out real and I wasn’t going to deny what my body wanted, not because of social mores of a society that didn’t exist any longer.I raised my upper body to my elbows and I smiled down at Bo. He stopped and looked up at me. This was new for us. He had sniffed and ventured a contact, but. You want me to…” She lets out a long sigh. “Do I have to spell it out for you? I want a fucking blow job. Why do you think I had your mother send you over? Do honestly think I need a bitch boy to lather lotion all over me? I want a fuck-toy. Nothing more, nothing less.” “I… uh… I’ve never done this before. I’m not gay.” “Do I look like a man? Of course not. Besides, I don’t care what your sexual orientation is. If you want to get paid a considerable amount of money, you’ll do as I command.. Each gave the impression that its formation embroiled alloy could withstand the strikes of Peak Mist Lords and that its unique set of six wheels could traverse any terrain in existence.There were seventeen passenger seats in every vehicle, minus one for the driver.Standing not far from the pathway, surrounded by black suited men and women and a whole lot of confused and chary people, family members and friends, Laylen held Liz in her arms while Marco carried their bags and luggage.After being.