As my father had no son, I was to be his heir. I was pleased, for sorceresses are rare in the long history of Mentrassanae. I was to be the successor ...f Mykita Umm Kala and Zia Tal Kadzior; my idol, who had lived, worked her magic and had been a lover and confidant of kings over five hundred years before my birth. My father encouraged my youthful adoration of these remarkable, almost legendary Mentrassan women while never believing that I could be their equal. I will prove him wrong yet. The. The Royal seamstresses of Midhal had worked their own brand of magic, and the dresses were magnificent. Plover's in particular was striking. Her dress was a bright leaf-green, and swirled around her like a plant unfolding in the morning light. Her hair was colored the red of rose petals, and it too swirled, coiled like a rosebud high on her head. Everything worked perfectly with the slight green cast of her skin and lips."You look the very fairy tale image of a Wood Wife." Marsh commented.We. I grabbed her hips with my hands and slowly pulled my cock back until only the head remained between the swollen lips of her flower. Joni tried to push back on my cock, but I grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and pulled her head back. “What is it you want, babe?” I asked, in a taunting voice.She tried to push back once more and I slapped her butt cheek with my left hand.“Ouch! That hurt,” she cried out.“I'll ask once more, what is it you want?”“Fuck my pussy,” she whimpered, as I rubbed. The town had no land line telephone system and it was way out of any normal cell phone range, so we couldn't start making harassing phone calls, so we did the next best thing.Using a secure Internet phone to call my two scouts satellite phone, I advised that I would be meeting them this evening with a few presents and to make plans for Phase B of our little harassment scheme. This would sting the cultists into action and hopefully drive the entire hive into the direction I wanted them. I.