Béla understood. “Sir, I don’t think the princess has actually aged, despite her appearance. ‘Thousands of years of loneliness! As she remembered the garment, it seemed familiar, somehow -–like she should have known what it was when she saw it. ‘Where is my sister?’ Béla called out to it, frantic now. Béla asked. A movement in the room attracted her attention. ‘There’s something alive in here!’ Béla realized, suddenly terrified. She stopped, not allowing herself to rematerialize, and expanded her awareness, trying to determine ‘where’ she was. ‘Oh my God! She knew that Béla’s sweet pussy was quivering with desire. Nothing short of actual vaporization could kill either one of them at this stage of their abilities. She’d lost her hair in a fire a few hundred years after she’d left Babylon. The nothing surrounding her sucked her thoughts away. She was going to teleport, pulling herself out of normal space, and not push herself back in!
