Both were well-groomed and conservatively dressed."We heard you could help us, doctor," Sandra began."I like to help people," I said as cryptically a...s I could. "But I need to know what you want."They both looked at each other; then at me; then Sandra spoke again. "We've been told that you do brain transfers."I tried to be as deadpan as possible. "You have? Where did you hear that?"Now Dan spoke for the first time. After hesitantly clearing his throat, he stammered..."They....they swore us. She provided his cock with a full tongue-bath, savouring his balls and slavering a course from root to tip like those thick inches and their swollen crown were the whole world to her. Then she trapped his lathered shaft between her tits and massaged him with all the softness those full globes provided, the head of his cock thrusting lewdly out from between her cleavage on each downward glide.Though it all he looked down on her with a benevolence that belied his plans for her. The scheme brewed. ” She looked at Walker with the same expression of desire she had shown me while we were in her room and I gave in to her. “I swapped places with her while this one recovered from trying to destroy me.”“Walker,” I said with a warning tone. “This is a succubus. She’ll drain you dry given half a chance – or less.”Nikia looked over at me with a less-than-friendly expression. “You can fuck right off. I asked for forgiveness, to be released. But, no, just like the rest of your asshole family, you. I have my husband’s orders and his writ.” She brandished a parchment, knowing full well that none there before her could read it. To her surprise, there was no dissent. The King had commanded and their oaths demanded obedience. If she felt any sense of nervousness at the prospect of commanding an army at war, it did not show in her demeanour. She stood proudly, simply dressed in a woollen robe of russet brown, unadorned by any jewels or fripperies. Yet she looked every inch a Queen. There was a.