Harry Potter And The Ladies Of The Realm

The Golden, Enchanted Bells rang loud and clear throughout the City of London. All who heard it, Noble and commoner alike, knew what those Bells ringing meant. James Potter, The Magical King, Protector of the Magical United kingdom, High Scion of England, Scotland and Ireland, was dead. Lily Evans did not seem to care as the 32 year old Witch sipped her coffee and observed the events from the small cafe she sat outside of. The common born cried and wailed in the streets while the nobles and their families rushed off to their Mansions and Regal Estates and castles to do their mourning (or celebrating and plotting) in private, away from the eyes of the common folk, whilst others floo called on their friends to share a lunch or dinner and discuss the Ramifications of the event. The Potters had long been kings of Magical Britain, protectors of the Isles from the rest of the Magical monarchs of Europe…

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Snow White xxx parody

The seven dwarfs all left for the mine early in the morning; they all went off whistling ready for the brand new day. Let me tell you why. My name is Snow White, and I had a bitch of a step-mom but she really was a looker. She was twenty-four years old, about five foot seven inches tall, she always wore a low cut gown to showoff her ample cleavage and the rest of her body matched perfectly. Her face was sweet and beautiful to behold and the men in waiting never took their eyes off her. She was queen, which meant she had to do the king, and do him she did, she started his clock running every morning with a hum job that left him dazed for most of the day. If he started to recover his wits later in the afternoon, she’d drag him back to the sack for a nooner which she enjoyed every bit as…

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A Cold and Lonely Arabian Night in Agrabah – Aladdin xxx parody

Loneliness had become an unwelcome companion in the frigid winter nights of Agrabah. The days were still warm, but the desert cold swept through the palace with a viciousness that reminded Jasmine of vizier Jafar’s smile. Ex-vizier, she reminded herself. He was a genie now, powerless and buried hundreds of feet under the desert sand in his own cave of wonders, where she hoped he would stay for the next ten thousand years. She sighed and wrapped her woolen cloak tighter about her, looking out over the town where she had first ventured to find the man of her dreams, her beloved Aladdin. With the passing of her father, however, he had been named Sultan of Agrabah, and one of the conse- quences of his coronation was the slew of invitations to visit other Sultanates and confirm his position among them. Not that there was any chance of war. Agrabah was a comfortable city that served its people well. Once,…

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