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Surrounded by her nation's flag, posters of her Empress mother, and a sumptuous king-size bed, Vala posed for her future subjects in the most revealing outfit anyone had ever seen a princess wear before.

"Oh, those shoes were driving me nuts."

What else did she remove?

"My underpants."

Deximo had already noticed, of course, and losing no time, the photoshoot was underway.

When we reached the front door of the cabin, Her Luminance, Heiress To The Throne, Princess Vala began to take off her exquisite high heels.

"Go ahead in," she commanded, "I have to take these off... and something else, too."

I reminded the princess that we weren't expecting to do any nude photography. She seemed almost disappointed.

"Ah... well, as far as I'm concerned, your pictures are already pretty dirty. What difference does it make?" Read more »

Vala's agility was remarkable, especially considering the spiked heels she was wearing. When we finally climbed to the Upper Cabins, Deximo went from being pale with faux shame to green with hypoxia. He really doesn't like heights and by now we were way above the jungle swamp floor and deep within the towering tree canopy.

"C'mon, Dezmo! We're almost there."

Vala's cabin was spectacular in its detail, befitting her lofty status in the Caseme Arvore feeding (and breeding) chain.

"Oh, don't worry, dumbass," Vala taunted, flaunting her firm ass as she leaned dangerously over the weak railing, "Tumblers can't make babies until they're 29. That's all I meant."

I had to laugh out loud at that point. I had known that and would have explained that to Deximo, but it was too much fun watching him panic about having taken lurid pictures of a school girl. Not that there is any law in Carnipelago against it. Read more »