Free FreedomofThree by Liberty Stafford

entire length into her, savouring each millimetre of penetration. By now, both were sopping wet and slapped noisily against one another as their passion mounted.
    As she felt the first shaking sensations of orgasm, Tilly fell onto all fours and twitched and arched her back rapidly. Devon waited to feel her clamp on in climax, shivering inside and out, before he clasped his wet, wild penis between her buttocks and showered her with snow white semen.
    Without hardly time to grasp breath, Tilly was bored again, dressed and left. Devon, tired and dried out, hoped that his one o’clock was a good, old fashioned, simple massage.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seventeen
    Second Fiddle
     
     
    “Darling!” Uno declared in a voice that would have sounded warm to those who did not know her nature.
    “Mother dear,” Lancar replied, looking like a vision of her mother twenty years ago.
    Close behind followed Lancart’s husband, Edhal, another bipene with curly blond hair. Edhal bowed graciously to the queen, who managed a small smile towards him before continuing the conversation with her daughter.
    “Come through,” Uno ushered them into the formal parlour, a grand room with a wooden floor barely visible under the black and gold rug patterned with circles.
    “Talia, how are you?” the elder sister asked.
    Talia sat by the large, leaded window in a regal chair looking dreamily at the gardens. “Quite well,” she murmured.
    “I am sorry for what happened with the bipene,” Lancart said, unaware of the deep cut her careless words caused upon her husband’s ears and heart.
    “No matter,” Talia replied, still not making eye contact.
    “Look at her,” Uno shook her head. “That boy was made for her, the ungrateful being. She could have been happy.”
    “Not just that, Mother. He should have fulfilled his life’s destiny.”
    “Exactly, Lancart, you understand. Well, this is a hard time for Talia.”
    “Of course,” Lancart nodded and took a cup of tea from the new maid. “Father mentioned you have begun a search?”
    “Yes,” Uno smiled, very pleased with herself. “I found this place called Star Fighters Mercenaries. For quite a fee, they have agreed to find him and bring him back here.”
    “Whatever will you do with him, Mother dear?” Lancart asked.
    Uno laughed, “Whatever I please, dear. I have not quite decided yet whether he will still make a suitable husband or whether I will punish him with his life.”
    Lancart shook her head, embracing the power her position graced her with. “A terrible situation, surely. At least there have been no whispers in the villages.”
    “Yet. Tongues will surely wag eventually. It’s certainly a shame that gossiping isn’t punishable by death also.”Uno did not joke.
    Without warning, Talia got up from her chair and pushed past them both, gliding away like a ghost. She walked past Edhal as though he were not there, sitting a way off on a small sofa, without tea. Edhal generously pitied Talia. She also had no life. Tradition had a stranglehold on them all, upon all of those who did not fit in with Irellan patterns, upon all of those who had the misfortune to feel.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eighteen
    Explosion
     
     
    Although she knew she was there for a rather ugly purpose, Brandana could not help but take a moment to stand and just simply look around. From her vantage position so high on the rooftop, the ragged remains of Populus looked mysteriously beautiful. All the sandy stone colours blended together making the destruction less obvious from so far away. Dusty rays from the early morning sun softened the landscape and caused it to glow with warmth that understated the searing heat that had started to rise. From that height, the groups of people appeared so small that they were harmless, understating the maniacal nature of the majority. No time to rest, Brandana took the bomb from her rucksack and knelt by the brass skeleton of what used to be a