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“A Creator of elven blood will be born this night.” the mystic had said, “She will be of the pure blood, and she will be the Heat Bringer.” Then, he died. The matrons claimed his death was divine punishment, the wizards claimed it was an enchantment of astral power, but the emperor saw it as proof of the man’s prophecy. What would a man have to gain for such heresy, if he were to die after it was told? Clearly, the emperor postulated, the man’s prophecy was his very life force, and its release marked it as truth. At first, a census was taken of all babes born on that night. Only high-elf babes were catalogued, as the ‘pure blood’ no doubt meant those of porcelain skin, blue eyes and blonde hair. Dark elves Lesbians had bloodlines mixed with orcs, bright elves had bloodlines mixed with dwarves, and dawn elves had bloodlines mixed with nymphs, but high elves could trace their lineage back to the days of the old blood. High elves were once again reassured of their superiority (of course a returned god would be of high blood; pure blood), and the world went on as it usually did. Five years later, the emperor took the children. Seven-hundred daughters of high blood were stripped from their mother’s arms, and sent to Terondia, to live in the palace. The families squirt were assured that their sacrifice was for the good of the empire, that their reward would be bountiful, and their children well cared for, but they were never allowed to see their daughters again. Whispers started breathing through the populace, rumors of the horrors that breastmilk must have occurred behind the palace’s stone walls. The emperor became more secluded, and the government became less responsive. Riots broke out, markets crashed, and people took to the streets to demand answers. The response they were given, was violence. Police forces smashed into the protestors, people were seized in the dark, and curfews were placed indefinitely. The brutality quelled the dissenters, and the elven empire came to the sinking realization that they were ruled by a tyrant. But I was safe. The pleasure rushed through my body. It was a puffy, rosy engorgement now, almost twice its normal size, and judging by her reaction, almost twice as sensitive. I knew the room well, having served the late King Rondar Dreus for half a century as Arcane Master. Without the faerie giving them buttressing with her will, the enchantment spirits fled. Sitting confused in the throne, he wondered what had gone wrong. Ron looked around to see Earnie, jeans and underwear pushed down around his boots, jerking away at his five inch rock hard pud as he drooled over the glossy picture. I sputtered. Did Daddy like that? The Older Bear wrapped his arm around Goldie’s shoulder and let his soft deep thrusts leave Goldie’s ass wishing it would never end. I unbuttoned my shirt a bit and snapped a selfie in the mirror looking pretty dapper. “Emily?” I fucked her pussy like a rapist doing everything he could do to his breastmilk victim. Mom was laughing so hard, I thought she was going squirt to snort her drink out through her nose from John’s antics. You know Lesbians me. I'm your friend. I took the old guy on the third deal.