<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/bd/21/d9/bd21d9b34494bcb3bd8fb8f02b18539a.jpg)<br/><sup><strong>Songbird<br/>9th Sorcerer/Celebrity</strong></sup><br/></div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/37/c3/69/37c369375a348ab8dbfba167d22dffe4.jpg)<br/><sup><strong>Keki<br/>3rd Ranger</strong></sup></div><br/>The body trembles from the orgasm still.   Leaning back against the chest of her master.  His cock, swollen rod of heat inside of her.   Keeping her arousal spiked with a thirst for more.   Songbird eyes are half lidded, breathing laced with moans of delight.  The master's fingers teasing her nipples.  Which the past few days have been becoming more tender and sensitive.   "Yes master, I have missed,  this slave wants your seed master."  His concubine answers,  it is not merely words that flow to please him.<br/><br/>Some people are born to lead.   From the leader of a nation,  to that of being a master.   While others are born to follow.  From the soldier, to the farmer and the slaves that one acquires.   His Songbird is a follower,  a pleasure slave.  Like a good artisan, she performs her craft well.   As he feels her again climax on his cock.  The shudder of her body wracked with pleasure as she orgasms for the second time while they ride.<br/><br/>"Who knows if she was or not.   The road is always filled with rumors, mistress.   The truth through is always there, where it falls through is what needs to be found."  Keki answers Diabelle, but she is not done.  For she speaks the unspoken thoughts that hang over what it means if the empress is alive.   If she is alive,  her threat?  To what,  she is his half-sister.  He still is a prince.  He still is yours."  Keki in a lot of ways is like the orc.  That rugged way in how she is direct.  That she be a factor to come between Diabelle and Darius is how.   Unless her want of Darius is held by a desire for the position of emperor and empress.<br/><br/>