<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0080"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Yakari Aeide</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The youngest son of the Earl of Eastshire</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/e502d570-9e84-4133-bfed-cd10f89cd1f5_zpsb0fae3ac.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Yakari laughed and kissed her neck softly. It was always funny to see Amena so embarrassed and blushing, when it came to her actions and her desires. She was such a sweety and he could tease her all day for it.<br/> <br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Oh no, we weren't mean to one another. They were all mean to me, I was never mean to them. I never dared to be mean to them, because then they would have given me some whipping. But at that time I didn't understand what it means if a girl is looking at you all the time. I thought maybe I looked strange, that it was my unruly hair or something was wrong with my clothes. I even checked them to see if there was something not as it should have been.”</span><br/> <br/>He turned her finally arounded and pressed her against him, her breasts pressed against his chest.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"It is strange. All those years I had been living at the end of the world with my uncle, no ladies near and far, where I could have practiced my seducing skills, only a few maids to teach me the basics of ...ahem...the basics. But it looks like wherever I went at Ipale the women were falling for me. I must be some natural talent. Maybe I should offer myself to the queen as her secret weapon to get all houses bound to the throne by wooing all the ladies..."</span></div>