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Chapter Five: Arbortus LUCILLA The alarm bells tolled from every tower in the palace, the yells of men and the clanking of armor sounded from every corridor and stairwell. I kept my cloak wrapped tightly around me, trying to conceal the glowing patterns that laced my skin from toe to chin. I had a fortune in gold and tits jewelry tucked away in my sack, but that would hardly do me any good if the royal guard stopped us. I grabbed Julia by the wrist and pulled her from the corridor as a squad of heavily-armored knights turned the corner. We kept our backs pressed to the walls of the alcove while the men clanked past us, rushing toward the room that had exploded from the top of the tower. “They’re not even looking for us!” Julia hissed, “They don’t know what happened, but they will soon, and we better be out of the palace before then!” “If the royal guard sees me, they’ll detain me for my own safety,” I said breathing heavily, “and if Father sees what I’ve become… let’s not think about that.” I poked my head from the alcove, looking left and then right. “Julia.” I whispered. “What?” Julia hissed. “This is really fun,” I grinned at her, “we’re playing hide-and-seek.” “Accept if you get caught, you’re not ‘it,’” Julia hissed, “you’re dead.” “That just makes it better!” I giggled, pulling Julia out Lesbians of the alcove and dragging her down the hallway. I’d always engaged in thrill-seeking behavior, but this was worrisome. Julia would have to play therapist for me once we were in a safe place, so that we could determine the root-cause of my… you’re still thinking of her as your priestess, I scolded myself as we rounded a corner, big she’s a fucking god, not your servant! My excited grin stayed glued to my face as we weaved our way down steps, tiptoed through halls, ducked into rooms, and clambered into closets. There were several times when Julia had to plaster her palm over my mouth to keep my giggles from giving us away, and the wrathful look she gave me only made it worse. If this was my flight-or-fight response, we’d be solidly fucked if we actually got caught. “What in the Sweet Mother is wrong with you?!” Julia growled as I guided her down the last flight of steps of the upper floors. “I’m sorry,” I giggled as we rounded the stairwell to the courtyard, “it’s just so much fucking fu-” Julia practically tackled me into a closet. Heavy bootsteps thundered past us, followed by the soft patter of slippers on the stones. Two mages walked by, their bald heads gleaming in the torch light, the spot between their brows shining with their melded astral power. They stopped in front of the open doorway, and I silently prayed that the darkness of the closet would keep us hidden in the shadows. I pulled my cloak up around my neck to conceal the glowing patterns on my skin as Julia’s palm covered my mouth, anticipating another bout of foolish mirth. “Did they recover Princess Lucilla’s body?” one of the mages asked. “Chances are it was burnt to ash,” the other mage said, “an explosion powerful enough to rip a hole in the tower wall would disintegrate a person.” “And her priestess?” the first mage asked. “Also, most likely dead.” The second mage said, “How did we miss an astral bomb of such yield? How could an assassin have even gotten it in the palace? It would have to be the size of a horse to produce that kind of blast!” “I don’t know,” the first mage grimaced, “but you can bet the emperor is going to ream us gaping for this oversight.” “One of the maids said she heard sounds of lust when she was Lesbian emptying the chamber pots,” the second mage said, “did the guards say if a man came into her suite?” “No,” the first mage said, “only her and the priestess. It shouldn’t surprise anyone that Princess Lucilla chose a nun who was loose amateur with her vows.” Julia pressed her palm into an air-tight seal over my mouth as uncontrollable laughter raged against my clenched teeth. I could pussy practically feel the fire thrumming beneath her skin as she seethed silently, and I had to hold her power within me to keep it from bursting alight on her flesh. This was a woman so devout, she denied her very godhood until she could no longer, and this mage had the audacity to question her piety? I watched out the window, neighbors walked by, none bothering to look up at the window to see a mother getting drilled hard by her son. The patterns that formed across my mother were of waves, ripples, droplets and rivers; flowing and intricate like the designs on my flesh, impossibly detailed, Lesbians and black. “I love you too.” She whispered hoarsely. And it Lesbian had been a very long time since he felt a woman's warm. Almost overwhelming. At the top of the stairs they removed their pyjamas and headed for James room. I said, “It’s just one of our regular Friday night movies. By mypenname3000 He rolled up the bandana and placed it over her eyes and then tied it around her head. As we were talking the waiter came over took our order and the Mark nd I went back to talking about the school year and what we had planed for summer. “Seems like your tits ‘poor little butthole’ can handle more than you thought.” Mistakes happen. I didn’t agree to get anyone else involved.” Stephanie big blushed. What Zane pussy didn’t know was that Carly had actually been working on a plan for this long before they made their bet. "Oh yes little brother!" Gosh, if you could see how beautiful it is.” DISCLAIMER #3: While amateur themes of the story certainly can be dark, I do try to keep things light with a certain "comic book" style. She said “Let’s see if your cum has different flavor from his”. It was an awesome thing to experience. I took a tentative sip. Say hello to Aunty”