Now I’d grown into a body whose curves surpassed hers, but allure not by much, adorable and what I surpassed Elena in voluptuousness, she gained in athletic elegance. Oh, two years of being a ranger had done wonders for her; her back was a splendor of lean muscle, her abdomen was a soft washboard, and her thighs were tonal trunks that creased perfectly below her supple globes. Now her flesh was rich and bronze, strikingly contrasting the near-whiteness of her hair and the piercing amateur blue of her eyes. She had a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheek, and they only served to elevate her exoticness. Exotic. Yes, Elena certainly was one of a kind, and I stared unabashedly at the dangling uniqueness between her legs. “So, you can remember being both Alkandi, and yourself? But aren’t you the same person?” Elena asked as she packed her things into her bags. “Not exactly.” I said, “Alkandi was always a part of me, but she wasn’t me. We were together all my life, but we split once Zander took me to the astral plane. When we came back, we were two different people, but neither of us was…” I gestured to myself, “…me, if that makes sense. One half was the idea of asian Princess Tiadoa, and the other was Alkandi. Neither could exist without the other, but Princess Tiadoa didn’t want to be Yavara anymore. Alkandi had to force the issue.” “And after that you transformed? Your past-self took over Zander’s body and raped you?” Elena gave me quizzical eyebrows, “All this rape, Yavara; no wonder you have a complex.” “Careful, Elena.” I smirked, “I’ve shared that head of yours, and there are some naughty-naughty thoughts in there.” “Like…?” Elena smiled back, blue eyes sparkling. “Well, that fantasy you have about my dearest elder sister for one.” I grinned, “The one where she’s recently been crowned queen, and decides to inspect Castle Thorum’s barracks. The one where she catches you masturbating in the bathroom?” “And then what happens?” Elena grinned back, completely unashamed. She had no shame anymore; I’d sucked it out of her. “And then…” I giggled, closing my trunk, “…she blackmails you into eating her pussy.” “Your sister’s such a cunt in real life, I couldn’t have her break character.” Elena’s smile was crooked now, “But come now, Yavara, that’s not nearly the worst of it. Go on.” “And after you make my bitchy older sister come.” I said, strutting lasciviously to Elena, “I burst through the tower window to rescue you from her.” “But she has palace guards waiting in the petite wing, and they hear the commotion.” Elena said, taking me in her arms. “They’re all female of course, and all so beautiful.” I gasped, feeling Elena’s cock growing between my legs, “They hold me down, and Leveria makes you eat my pussy too. I fall prey to the prowess of your tongue, and confess my undying love to you.” “Don’t end it there, Yavara.” Elena whispered on my lips, one of her hands snaking between my thighs. “Leveria calls her guards away, and looks at me with this… dominating expression. You both do. You’ve been in league with her the whole time; it’s a trap! There’s a ruffle behind the window curtains, and my own mother is revealed, bound and gagged!” My voice shook with desire, “And you, Elena Straltaira, love of my life; you and my sister force me to ride my mother’s face. She lowered her face to mine, and my heart surged, my mouth parting to except the kiss allure of my mistress, my god. She was completely naked, kneeling with her legs spread, and pumping a large blue dildo in and out of her twat as she moaned sluttily. If I need you on the floor, I will grab you by the hair and pull you off the bed. Several more slaps have me crying out louder and louder. The shock on the girls face obvious as the strong climax tore through Sarah. I didn't make you do that. "What will my duties be for the next week while my treatments adorable continue?" No, not here but me and the girls amateur are headed out to the pub for free pool tonight, why don't you join us and maybe chase some tail around? I wished I could remember the petite old timelines, but I changed when Steve edited things. She says more subdued. There wasn't any choice but to endure it anyway. “Don’t forget between the legs, just like how I washed you,” I said. Fuck! Before I could reply, there was a terrific crash overhead. The summer before l was married, my future wife, Colette, asian was working and living with her mother almost 300 miles away.