Patricia glanced at the angle of the sun through her veil. “She sure has been in there for a while. Negotiations must be at a standstill.” “I doubt she’s standing, much less being still.” I chuckled, “You saw the way Ambassador Straltaira and Rose were looking at each other. I suspect negotiations are rather rigorous right now.” “She’s supposed to be gaining an alliance, not fucking the diplomat.” “We’re under the reign of the Dark Queen, Patricia. Fucking the diplomat is standard practice.” “Here she comes.” Patricia said as Elena emerged from the tree, completely naked, “You were right, of course.” “Told you.” I laughed. Elena was walking extremely quickly toward us. Her face was flushed, and her body was covered in dirt. “Elena!” I chided the embarrassed hybrid, “it seems you forgot something!” “Prestira,” Elena said with a frantic voice, “I need your help. I spoke with the Mother and…” I heard a songbird’s whistle carry from the ridgeline to the north. My skin went cold. My blood thundered in my head. There was a sound like a violin screeching in the deepest pits of my ears. The world was bathed in orange rays of twilight sun, casting shadows in dark columns through the trees. There was a woman’s whisper in my ear. Mistress Leveria. Bring me Yavara, bring me Elena if you can. Kill the rest. Kill them slowly. My hand shot out and cast a bondage spell across Elena. She dropped amateur to the ground, her face frozen in shock. “Prestira?” Patricia thought it was a joke, “What the hell are you-” I set her clothes aflame. I stared blankly as my blood-granddaughter flailed frantically, trying to beat out the asian arcane fire. Too late. The sun pierced through her burning clothes, and she danced to cover the spots, crying out with each exposure, twisting herself in indian knots as her cloak disintegrated. Then she was naked in the sunlight, her red eyes bulging, her alabaster flesh turning pink, then scarlet, then crimson. She looked at me then, an expression of abject horror on her face. “Why?!” She screamed. I grabbed her with my mind and held her high in the air. I watched dispassionately as she trashed and shrieked, crossing her arms over her chest, covering her face with her hands. Her naked body began to steam, her hair began to smoke. I switched over to Horatio's entry, her boyfriend spilling out. “Yes, ma'am she is very talented.” He reached for his wallet. I walk slowly to your classroom and stand outside for a few minutes to summon my courage up. “I er, y-yes… I like the softness,” he admitted shyly, his hands moving amateur from her body as he relathered his hands, the hot water rinsing away his efforts in the dark. Frank got up from his chair, and came into the kitchen. I didn’t want to hear it.” The tears were flowing freely now. We circled each other again, the crowd growing tensely silent, sixty-thousand breaths held in as many chests. As she rose off him I pulled back, indian and then we both slammed into her together. "Emily," I said, pulling the dildo off her harness, "You fucked me good, and I fucked you good," She nodded, "But your mommy needs a good fuck too." She was looking asian hot too – she was wearing a classic noodle strap little black dress.