His dark eyes and high cheek bones told of his Native American heritage. Lewis absent mindedly ran his hand over his own streak of white hair as he to...k off his helmet. William was part Lakota Sioux from both of his grandparents. His grandmother was Chante, a full blood Lakota Sioux maiden. William’s mother had been also been a full blood Lakota, his father was half Lakota. William always said he was more Lakota than white. His complexion was tanned and weatherworn, a combination of his genes. If the Noble granted the request, the requester would transfer their allegiance to the new Noble, and the old Noble could not act against them without violating the Empire’s laws.This was rarely requested, and usually having one or more of your subjects actually succeed in petitioning for a Right of Protection was a sign that things weren’t good in your area, and usually would be used against them in social circles.This is a risky venture. The requester must make the request directly to the new. Neither sounded promising.Melinda stood in the middle of the living room, trembling with slowly rising desire as Aunt Jo circled her. Jo's hands would alight on her to adjust some part of her dress that needed no adjustment, her hands lingering and sliding over light cotton which clung to Melinda's flushed and tingling skin. A tug at the shoulders would slide the material against her swollen nipples, making her shudder. Heat would gather and steam in her pussy as Jo's fingers spread over her. ” she said hesitating, “it might last two days.” She bit her lip at this hoping I wouldn’t mind. “And,” she mumbled, “their mascot is a small Shetland Pony.” I rolled off her wanting to hear all of this. I had yet to cum and so remained hard.“What?”, I asked in disbelief. “Did you say their mascot is a pony?”“Please don’t be mad at me.” she begged. “And don’t be mad at Jerome either. The whole thing was my idea.”“You want to fuck a pony?” I asked incredulously. “Christ Honey! If this keeps up.