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Today was the day. blow job The day Ariela finalised her victory over her beloved Belind, the day the would-be rescuers Sky and Cadance, whoever they were, would be lured into her not so sweet embrace. Ariela felt her confidence swell within her, sure in the security Avery had given her and secure in the knowledge Atrin's plan would succeed. The preparations had been made and the streets filled with people. Despite the Princes very public humiliation during her coronation, he remained a popular figure among the clueless masses and, even if they only caught a glimpse of the coach he was supposed to be riding in, they would feel, Atrin thought, reassured. The Palace was left with its servants and a skeleton crew of guards, literally, the boned mindless shamblers summoned by Ariela so the Palace’s less conspicuous human Guards could line the route and blend into the crowd, ready to act at a moments notice. In the courtyard of the Palace, out of sight of the rabble of the city and with one foot up on the steps to the carriage Ariela cast a look back towards the royal building, glancing briefly at both Atrin and Avery, who weren’t joining her for the journey and were stood at the steps. Avery looked on with a blank expression but Atrin nodded subtly. With a smirk Ariela lifted herself into the carriage, her dress more modest than usual, to keep the cold off of her more than anything else. A servant closed the carriage door and she sat down on the padded cushions within, leaning back and crossing one leg over the other. Patience was a virtue, but it had never been one that came to her easily but for this one occasion she would persevere. She drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to help the time pass by imagining how it would go down, the road blocked perhaps? Two unfamiliar faces, the mysterious Skye and Cadance flinging open her door, perhaps crying Belind’s name in delight, only to find Brunette their doom in her instead? She smiled subtly as the carriage began to move, rocking her gently forward and back, her thoughts on what she would do to the mysterious pair. Kill them on the spot? Perhaps. Maybe one then the other, letting one suffer the moment of dread. Or maybe she would take them both back to the Palace. It would be fun, after all, to be able to show Belind the demise of the pair. The journey she knew would be an hour in total, a round trip of the inner city, with the fun supposed to occur about halfway through. A gentle knock by the driver would indicate when they were entering the area they had purposefully left thinly guarded, then once again when and if they left. She waited, fingers drumming on her thigh, forcing herself to resist playing with her magic to pass the time, knowing an emerald glow from the carriage would make any observing it suspicious. She waited still, feeling her impatience grow when a light rhythmic tap on the carriage drew her attention. She sat up straight, she could feel adrenaline pulsing, hard fuck like a coiled spring she was waiting to unleash herself on the unsuspecting pair. This was, after all, their only opportunity to rescue Belind, and they had been sure to give them a good one. The seconds ticked by, the carriage becoming a bumpy ride in this less well-maintained part of the city. She felt rocked more violently back and forth and she soon found herself gritting her teeth at the indignity of it. She could blowjob feel her magic pulsing inside, begging to be released, matched only by her growing fury. At an unexpected sound she almost unleashed herself in a burst of untempered rage, but it was merely another babe tap on the carriage from the driver. “No…” she growled to herself. They had passed without issue through the area, no commotion, only the wretched cheering of the crowds. She grit her teeth but steeled herself, they could’ve seen the trap and prepared an attack further along, there was, she was sure, no way they knew of their plan. Time passed. Her fury grew. More time passed. From my pubic mound, down and around my 4 1/2" flaccid shaft, to my testicles and below to my perineum and as far under as she could reach without adjusting too much. She used the dog costume to wipe the last of the dog cum away and then pulled her clothes on. "You think?" "I see you are awake Sleeping beauty. 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