Prologue Yavara sat upon a black throne. She closed her eyes and savored the discordant symphony of wails and moans, the drone punctuated by the clanking of chains and the cracking of whips. Exhaling contentedly, she opened her eyes. Below her laid a spectacle cumshot of depravity, churning masses of flesh oscillating to some unheard cadence, their glistening forms bathed in the crimson torchlight. The prisoners’ eyes were wide with horror, as what was being done to them was horrible, but comingled with that horror was a terrible ecstasy. Oh, but they tried to deny it, as high-elves held dignity over all things, but even they, the noblest of races, could not conceal their fall from grace. And what a fall it was, for they’d spent their lives so very high in the world, assured in their perch of superiority over all living things. Yavara sighed. Was there anything as beautiful as watching the angelic succumb to the worst of violations? To see the look in their eyes when they realized blowjob that they not only enjoyed the abhorrent things being done to them, but they loved them . She often found that the noblest were often prone to the deepest of depravities. She would know that firsthand. They would resist, oh they would, but they would all break eventually. They could not deny themselves, after all. Then Yavara would take off their shackles, and she would not fear their escape, nor their retribution. For the creatures that emerged from Yavara’s dungeon were not the frightened alabaster beauties that had been dragged into it. No, their metamorphosis was complete, and the expressions they gave her were not of terror, but of understanding, and desire. Of hunger. But not yet. No, these poor souls still had to be broken, and the breaking -the fall-, was truly the most alluring part of the process. Yavara smiled from the corner of her mouth as she savored the sight. Her hair was as black as night, her skin was bronze, her face was structured with high cheekbones and full lips, and her expressive eyes were adorned with blazing orange irises. She wore a thin black corset that ended before her navel, and started just above her areolas, giving the appearance that her large breasts might burst from their constraints at any moment. Her thighs were thick and bare, and her modesty was barely kept by a thin black leather thong that disappeared between her shapely cheeks, the trunks of which ended thigh-high into leather boots. She pushed a strand of hair behind her pointed ear, and adjusted stockings the crown that adorned her head. She was the Dark Queen, monarch of Alkandra, the realm of beasts. When Yavara was younger, her complexion was much different; she asian had hair so blonde it almost appeared white, skin as pale as porcelain, and eyes like the ocean. She was a high-elf once, a royal daughter of the very people she now forced into perverse subservience. But that was before she was taken by the orc, before he had his way with her beneath japanese the canopy of The Great Forest. Only the creatures of the woods heard her shrieks of terror and pain, and only they witnessed as the shrieks of pain turned to cries of pleasure. Only they witnessed her metamorphosis, her… fall. Yavara’s fingers began to explore herself as she remembered the moment fondly. Chapter One Her other hand reached under my ball sack and lifted them cradling them in the palm of her hand. Even as Tamara watched, Alice's right hand crept under her skirt, pressing urgently against the scarlet silk that encased her special place. They exchanged business cards stockings and each left. “And the way you say the word fuck has a delicious inflection to it.” Of course, there was the usual sun and sea and that was cumshot great, but the perks I mean, was mainly the free booze, free meals but above all, the constant flow of holidaying guys. It felt like her body temperature had risen, radiant arousal warming her flesh from the sources of her japanese belly and crotch. Her first asian thoughts are that they are wearing fur suits. He had no respect for her as a person. “Open your mouth!” I heard Diana blowjob say and I did as I was told. She gripped her diamond hammer in her hand, her face wide and trembling. And, of course, you might want to go down on each other, too.