“Hi, Paul,” I breathe, leaning forward to kiss him lightly on the lips. “Would you like a drink?” “Sure,” he says. “Do you have vodka?�... “Vodka,” I smile, “My kind of man.” I pour his drink and hand it to him. He tosses it back quickly and I give him a refill. It’s obvious he’s nervous. “So…Nikki…what is this all about? Why did you invite me here?” “Well, Paul…to be honest, I didn’t just invite you. Is that a problem?” “Who else did you invite?” “Just a few of the neighbors.” “The neighbors. My gaze shot to Sven, his blue eyes hungry. Nathalie sucked on his cock, her braided pigtails clutched in his hand.I thrust forward.“Gods, you naughty sex slave!” my princess-Mistress groaned as I sank into her bowels.I purred in delight at the hot feel of her velvety sheath engulfing my new appendage. My crystalline dick, an extension of my sensitive clit, drank in the hot caress of her bowels. My purr swelled in my throat as I probed deeper and deeper into her rectum until my tawny bush. By time of wedding night, she so ready for her husband, she go willingly to bed of fattest, ugly groom." He looked at me with a grin. "All princesses dream of handsome prince, but never enough to go around, especially ones with political connections or money. Ritual can be continued after first preparation wears off to ensure an heir."His face clouded as he continued. "I have been privileged to see this only once before, when my beloved prepared my sister for wedding night with Adar. Him camel. " I kissed her and scooted out the door. I figured she'd be up and out the door soon enough herself, heading over to my parent's house to try to find out whether or not they had set her up. In a way I'd have liked to have been there to see it. Ellen didn't often go up against someone like my mother. I was counting on the seeds of doubt I'd planted having sufficient time to germinate in Ellen's mind before my mother got the chance to talk her out of her fears. I figured mom would probably manage.