Sylvian
"Out there the enemy is growing stronger." Re
Berloskown Sylvian, appeared at the window of High Bordello, was drying the wide forehead sweating. In seventeen years of rule had never been so close to defeat.
Behind him, sitting at the large wooden table with ivory inlays, Ser Leley Morah was playing quietly with some silver dragons.
"What's happening to you, love? Not like you to be afraid."
Leley rose from his chair very quickly. Although the tonnage had maintained the agility of the good old days. The dress of blue satin binding up her body, highlighting the bands fat that enveloped the bone structure. He approached the king without being heard. The plush and secure step, head high, almost feminine in the movements. Leley felt beautiful in every second of his life. Beautiful and compelling.
"I'm the one that suits you. Ser Emil Faith has found new delicious tidbits, which could make our case."
Leley began to massage the shoulders of Sylvian. The hands on the shoulders of the King decided scivolarano Sylvian briefly bowed his neck back, almost can not wait to touch that magic to ward off fatigue. But it was not yet time to rest. Not now. The friend and ally di oltremare, Re Gheddaf, stava maciullando la sua popolazione. Migliaia di uomini falciati per reprimere la rivoluzione. Lo stesso era successo poco tempo prima ad un altro alleato d'oltremare, Re Rubacuorack, aveva vissuto le stesse vicende per poi cadere poco dopo. Rubacuorack che in segno di fraterna amicizia aveva inviato un fantastico regalo di piacere: la sua giovane nipotina Buby.
"Stasera non se ne parla! Puoi fermare Emil. Niente Bunga."
"Sei sicuro? Abbiamo preparato tutto. Le ragazze non aspettano altro. Devi solo elargire qualche scudo di rame come sempre e ..."
Era quello che voleva, Leley lo sapeva bene. Non gli importava di nient'altro. Voleva riposarsi tra le giovani carni delle alte cortigiane. Sentirle laugh at his jokes, to see them enjoy the wine of the house and adore the splendor of his estate. So why that huge void he felt inside? What was happening to him? Never had such a thing happened in his life. He, the great house of Sylvian Berloskown, he was really making a timid? For months he could not sleep. He saw conspiracies everywhere.
He put his eyes on the big picture of the emblem of the House Berloskown: the white dove on a blue field with three heads.
"Did you hear what I said? Nothing Bunga. And now, please, leave me alone."
Leley called a pigeon with a message tied to the leg puffing. When the cancellation Emil flew Leley slipped in the pocket dragoons who had left on the table and sent a critical look at the King High Bordello.
"Are you softening? Is this?"
Leley took pleasure in defying the most powerful man in the kingdom. He who was born from nothing, came to light as a fly-by rotten meat.
"I said I want to be alone Leley, I would not have to raise your voice."
"As you wish, see you tomorrow. I hope to stay in shape."
Sylvian When he heard the door close behind him, a shudder of relief and loneliness pervaded his legs. He sat down and poured himself a glass of wine of dreams. He closed his eyes and remained so for a while '. He tried to empty his mind, to make it fly over everything and everyone. The flight ended up crashing into the huge breasts True, his wife. She had deserted him, and the lack of decline had started the fire. He stood holding on to that feeling. Collapsed mentally between those magnificent breasts, when he began to smash against his face outside the clouds covered the moon.
The Chronicles of Crises and the void created dall'insana fixed combination of two of my time - A Song of Ice and Fire by George RR Martin and Italy. They provided an unknown number of chapters that will not have a regular basis.
"Out there the enemy is growing stronger." Re
Berloskown Sylvian, appeared at the window of High Bordello, was drying the wide forehead sweating. In seventeen years of rule had never been so close to defeat.
Behind him, sitting at the large wooden table with ivory inlays, Ser Leley Morah was playing quietly with some silver dragons.
"What's happening to you, love? Not like you to be afraid."
Leley rose from his chair very quickly. Although the tonnage had maintained the agility of the good old days. The dress of blue satin binding up her body, highlighting the bands fat that enveloped the bone structure. He approached the king without being heard. The plush and secure step, head high, almost feminine in the movements. Leley felt beautiful in every second of his life. Beautiful and compelling.
"I'm the one that suits you. Ser Emil Faith has found new delicious tidbits, which could make our case."
Leley began to massage the shoulders of Sylvian. The hands on the shoulders of the King decided scivolarano Sylvian briefly bowed his neck back, almost can not wait to touch that magic to ward off fatigue. But it was not yet time to rest. Not now. The friend and ally di oltremare, Re Gheddaf, stava maciullando la sua popolazione. Migliaia di uomini falciati per reprimere la rivoluzione. Lo stesso era successo poco tempo prima ad un altro alleato d'oltremare, Re Rubacuorack, aveva vissuto le stesse vicende per poi cadere poco dopo. Rubacuorack che in segno di fraterna amicizia aveva inviato un fantastico regalo di piacere: la sua giovane nipotina Buby.
"Stasera non se ne parla! Puoi fermare Emil. Niente Bunga."
"Sei sicuro? Abbiamo preparato tutto. Le ragazze non aspettano altro. Devi solo elargire qualche scudo di rame come sempre e ..."
Era quello che voleva, Leley lo sapeva bene. Non gli importava di nient'altro. Voleva riposarsi tra le giovani carni delle alte cortigiane. Sentirle laugh at his jokes, to see them enjoy the wine of the house and adore the splendor of his estate. So why that huge void he felt inside? What was happening to him? Never had such a thing happened in his life. He, the great house of Sylvian Berloskown, he was really making a timid? For months he could not sleep. He saw conspiracies everywhere.
He put his eyes on the big picture of the emblem of the House Berloskown: the white dove on a blue field with three heads.
"Did you hear what I said? Nothing Bunga. And now, please, leave me alone."
Leley called a pigeon with a message tied to the leg puffing. When the cancellation Emil flew Leley slipped in the pocket dragoons who had left on the table and sent a critical look at the King High Bordello.
"Are you softening? Is this?"
Leley took pleasure in defying the most powerful man in the kingdom. He who was born from nothing, came to light as a fly-by rotten meat.
"I said I want to be alone Leley, I would not have to raise your voice."
"As you wish, see you tomorrow. I hope to stay in shape."
Sylvian When he heard the door close behind him, a shudder of relief and loneliness pervaded his legs. He sat down and poured himself a glass of wine of dreams. He closed his eyes and remained so for a while '. He tried to empty his mind, to make it fly over everything and everyone. The flight ended up crashing into the huge breasts True, his wife. She had deserted him, and the lack of decline had started the fire. He stood holding on to that feeling. Collapsed mentally between those magnificent breasts, when he began to smash against his face outside the clouds covered the moon.
The Chronicles of Crises and the void created dall'insana fixed combination of two of my time - A Song of Ice and Fire by George RR Martin and Italy. They provided an unknown number of chapters that will not have a regular basis.
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