who is this?

I don’t pay credence to myths. Any fool could tell this transformation is a curse, some attempt by a disgruntled subject to get at my father. I’m sorry that Brock sent you all this way for nothing, but he is mistaken. No, I don’t think he is. Turn around. Yavara’s astral body turned around, and with it, the thirty other figures. Yavara puzzled over the women behind her, then cautiously reached for one of them, only to have that figure reach in the exact same manner she did. She withdrew her hand in shock, and so did the others. Yavara turned back toward me, an expression of horror written across her astral face. What are they? They are you, Yavara. Thirty versions of you, their lifespans crossing millennia. The first version of you is over there, the succubus at the very end. When you were her, you seduced the dwarf high king, but you also fell in love with him. Knowing that his jealous wife would soon discover you, you placed your spirit in a soul gem. When the queen’s guards bashed through your chamber doors and murdered you, your spirit remained intact, waiting for a vessel to fill, and live again. The second version of you is over there, the she-orc. She wasn’t always bigtits bus you, but a scavenger looking for pay dirt in the ruins of a fallen dwarf kingdom. She came across a brilliant orange gem that seemed to glow in the darkness. When she picked it up, it leapt from her hand and burned a hole into her heart. She died, but you rose from the ashes. When you were her, you rode a mammoth into battle against the human horde. You sacked the capital of Ardeni Dreus and raped the queen herself. Legends tell of your fearsome glowing eyes, how it seemed like the flame of hell resided behind them. You died falling off your mammoth in a drunken state. I walked among the vestiges of Yavara’s past, looking for the first Dark Queen. I found her at the very end, her pointed ears and bronze skin radiating in the orange light. And this, Yavara, is the first Dark Queen; the first complete incarnation of you. She was born a high-elf of low standing. She toiled in the fields until her sixteenth birthday, when she was banished from her home for loving a human. Her villagers killed her lover and sent her into exile with no food, clothes or provisions, damning her to walk the earth naked and alone. Her name was Alkandi. I squirted once and had two orgasms. Brie’s asleep bus in her bed. I grabbed her left ass cheek and spanked the other. I don’t care for the idea of sucking some guy’s dick, but I don’t feel like I can refuse. A thin smile crossed his lips. “We’ll vote later as to which of you guys is the best fuck,” Phyllis laughed. She had her bigtits face buried in the paper bag holding our food, but looked up and gave the man a small wave. Draco cried out as Liliana hungrily went after his cock while circling the outside of his asshole, teasing him and pleasuring him like no elder ever had. She was about six feet tall now and looked very sexy. Besides, I’m pretty worn out already. Chad was quiet and still, enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm, and contemplating everything that had happened. “Or that.” I want you to be able to smell me when you are thinking of me.” Karina said as I looked inside the bag. I had to get out of there. The dress had a pattern of large white daisies. “Oh yes.” She beamed, “If I had known it was that fucking good I would have been fucking….for….years.” She said lowering her head, embarrassed at her outburst By the time we finished our drills on Friday, we both became quite comfortable around each other. Maybe you need some ground rules that the two of you will only play when you’re in the same room. If she did have a sex addiction, probably not. I was just a quivering ball of flesh pleasing the men of my family.