Lizard's Sparkle

chapter 8

Sorry for the wait! My internet's been sketchy so if I haven't replied to any comments then I'm not ignoring you I either haven't had them yet or I'm not getting them, they aren't going to my email address either so...yeah...I live at the bottom of a mountain, this happens occasionally.

Hayley.

I totally needed a castle. I mean, sure, it was a tad bit pretentious but if i wanted to be the first glitter queen of the human realm then I should probably get started on my glistening white towers pretty soon.

And as nice as my perv-dad's castle was, marble-type flooring included, mine was definitely going to be better.

I pouted at the third solid gold door as we passed by, huffing when I noticed the diamond encrusted handles, convinced it would better with some added glitter because as much as the low-born comment had kind of stung coming from him, glitter still absolutely made everything better. I sighed as a large dragon hand patted my back yet again, a response that seemed to come almost immediately whenever a sound left my lips.

"This way," Sierra herded us cheerfully, her whisper soft steps paces behind the elf king as he sauntered in a beeline for the large ornate doors at the head of the grand hallway.

I couldn't help smiling at her in return, she just seemed kind of sweet, and if it wasn't for the fact that my perv-dad had given her butt a solid, and highly condescending, tap as he marched towards the castle, fully expecting her to follow in his footsteps as we left the carriage, then I might even have said I liked her. But she was also definitely a card carrying member of his dirty harem so I couldn't even attempt to speak to her without throwing up in my mouth a little. In fact it kind of made me think I couldn't talk to any of the females in the entire kingdom because I'd constantly wonder if they were a part of the apparently very long list of his conquests.

I guess Serena finally had a half decent point - Grams was hilarious but obviously this changed to skeevy when it was your own relations parading their slutty around.

"Psst, hey!"

I snapped my head towards the whisper-shout. Like the devil, apparently if you thought about her enough then she would appear.

"Do my boobs look a bit off to you?" A crinkle formed between her eyebrows on otherwise remarkably smooth skin.

"Huh?" I answered, because I'd learned to always clarify the question when it came to Grams.

She sighed, glancing down to her chest and jiggling as we followed behind Serena and Cat. "My left one feels odd, does it look deflated?"

My gaze instantly dropped to the monstrosities attached to her chest. "They're still huge if that's what you mean." So huge I wondered if they were big enough to keep her afloat in a bathtub all by themselves.

Grams sniffed elegantly. "Good. I promised Igor I'd suffocate him later," she hummed excitedly as she plumped up her already over-plumped boobs, "I think this spell will work out wonderfully."

I gaped at her. "Suffocate? What?"

Grams grinned, eyes flashing with a hazy light. "Oh not permanently, Hayley," she cackled lightly before lowering her voice to a whisper, "I know when to stop before he dies," she winked at me.

Good grief. The woman was positively mental. And a dirty, dirty slut.

I was mildly impressed.

And sort of wondered if she'd give me tips.

"So he likes it then?" I whispered back.

Her grin took over her whole face. "Cums in his pants like a teenager."