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“Your autonomy is not recognized by this consulate, Ranger Straltaira. You’re not in the Great Forest.” “This,” I said, stabbing the opened letter on the counter between us, “gives me full powers of investigation, awarded by the king himself!” “And how does this,” the cleric gestured to the other sheet of parchment I’d laid out, “constitute evidence to support your investigation?” I opened my mouth, then shut it. Taken out of context, the letter I’d intercepted from cum swallow Brock Terdini was hardly evidence enough to accuse one of the Highland’s most powerful allies of treason, and adding the most powerful sorceress in Ardeni Dreus to the mix hardly made it an easier pill for the ambassador to swallow. Being a ranger meant thinking with a level head even when the heart was stricken. I suppressed the urge to scream at the man, realizing I’d reached the Big Boobs limits of his flexibility. His concern was of the relations between Ardeni Dreus and Bentius. If it were Leveria who had been taken, I might’ve been able to sway the ambassador, but Yavara was the spare, not the heir. “Can you summon Zander for questioning?” I asked. “I can request him.” The ambassador replied, giving me a critical eye, “But you cannot be a part of it.” I nodded. PRESTIRA I liked Yavara; truly, I did. One might think I’d be predisposed to hate Alkandi’s incarnations, but I begrudgingly had to admit that I saw why Zander had loved the original. Though they were all different women, they shared an adventurous spirit, and the infectious charisma that only comes from natural-born leaders. While some of Alkandi’s incarnations fought with their birth-given identities, I saw nothing in Yavara that belied such insecurity. I’d heard little of the second-born daughter of King Clartias Tiadoa, save for her skill with a bow. It was Leveria who was famous (or infamous, depending on who you asked) as a diplomat who used her keen mind and striking elven beauty to deftly navigate the annals of power. No, Yavara was not the plotter her sister was. She was unabashedly herself, and that endeared her to me. Yes, she had the royal air of someone who’s used to being doted upon, and I daresay she’d be hard-pressed to know what to do with a broom (save for sticking the handle up her ass), but she didn’t expect anything of those she may have deemed below her station. Truly, I saw a potential friend in her; maybe more. She was compassionate, bold, and curious, but above all, she was ambitious. I could see it in the orange glint that shined across her eyes, that covetousness for more than just my body. Power was her want, and though Cock Sucking she sated its itch with sex now, I knew it would not sate her for long. All of Alkandi’s incarnations were lecherous creatures, but none before Yavara had made a pass on me. Even if one had been so bold, I doubted I would’ve accepted, or been so easily seduced after declining. I’d never had so much as a gay musing before, and yet, I found myself attracted to Yavara in a very real way. It wasn’t just her spirit that enticed my lust, but her body; her female body. Curves and tender flesh, soft features and silken hair; something dormant had been awoken within me, something I never knew existed. It surged forth now, taking my faculties by storm and compelling my perversions. I longed to explore the newfound side of myself to its fullest, a side that had been exposed by Yavara Tiadoa. Such was her power, to find the keys that unlocked secrets that were secret even to me, and such was her ambition, to gain that measure of mastery over me. As blowjob I pressed her face into my crotch, and enjoyed immensely the skill of her tongue, I wondered where her quest for power would take her, and to what depths she would stoop. Sexually, I did not think she had limits; depravity was her power, and being willing and wanting to debase herself was her stake of autonomy. I already knew she was capable of killing, and suspected she took some measure of joy in the act. I couldn’t fault her if that were the case, for on occasion, I enjoyed dealing in death myself. Anyone who has killed knows the secret thrill that comes with it, but that did not define Yavara as a killer. She showed her capacity for mercy when she refused to control my mice, for I believe the first rodent’s death was her subconscious reason for not pussy seeking their minds. But I’d be remiss to believe Yavara was not capable of darkness, for I saw the potential in her for it. “Why don’t we just tell her the truth?” Their time together was running out but on that island, the clock stopped. Laura made a long slutty moan. Enjoying her. Left only in the uncomfortable ropes. 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