got wet just thinking about forcing Helena into
compliance.
As Sian stepped into the tub and knelt
between her legs, Nikia leaned back. The first touch of the sponge against her
inflamed pussy was rough, but it only enhanced her desire.
Sian’s fingers were gentle as they parted
her pussy lips. She swirled the sponge against her clit, and Nikia groaned. Her
nipples ached for attention, and she cupped her breasts with her own hands. She
traced her fingers across her areole, flicking her nipples gently.
Sian plunged her fingers deep inside Nikia’s
dripping pussy. As she did so, Nikia twisted her nipples almost viciously,
fantasizing they were her half-sister’s neck.
Chapter 6
Demi
bowed to Valdemeer, standing by the mini-bar, before taking a seat in the
wingchair across the desk. “Good evening, sire.”
Valdemeer poured him a glass of cognac
without asking. He put it on the edge of the desk before sitting in his chair
behind the desk. “She is here?”
He lifted the crystal glass to sip the
cognac before answering. “Yes, sire.”
“And your journey? Was it…uneventful?”
Demi hesitated over mentioning Anca’s
attempted escape. He sighed. “She grew frightened upon learning she is your
heir.”
Valdemeer’s gray brows formed a V. “She
didn’t know?”
“No, sire.”
He stroked his beard, looking thoughtful.
“What does she know of us, Nicodemus?”
“I don’t think she knows anything, sire.
Katrine told her you had died, and that she was a Ukrainian immigrant.”
The king swallowed heavily. “I see.” He
glanced down at the amber liquid in his glass, seeming to collect his thoughts.
“How is Katrine?”
He set down the glass. “She’s been ill.
She’s had heart surgery, and Anca said she’s fragile.”
He shook his head. “How can that be? She’s
so young.”
“I don’t think she lives by our ways any
longer, sire. She has become human.”
Valdemeer leaned back in his chair, looking
troubled. “Anca knows nothing of what we are? What she is?”
“I don’t think so.”
He stroked his graying beard again. “Damned
impossible position, eh, boy?”
Demi smiled at the unintentional use of the
endearment. “Yes, sire.”
“How should I tell her? Can she deal with it
all upfront?”
He hesitated, and then shrugged. “I don’t
know. She seems to be resilient, but it isn’t exactly the kind of thing you
blurt out over dinner, is it?”
“No, I suppose it isn’t.” Valdemeer shook
his head. “How would you handle it?”
“I really can’t say—“
“Nonsense, Nicodemus. You know more about
her than any of us, except maybe Ylenia. You have a stake in how this happens.
Tell me what I should do.”
“I think you should ease her into
acceptance. Don’t rush her. She’s already had several surprises in the past few
days.”
Valdemeer grimaced. “Difficult to do, with
time growing short. The blood-moon is only a few weeks away.”
Demi shrugged. “You asked my opinion, sire.”
His king nodded. “Yes, I did. I suppose
you’re right.” He leaned forward, slapping his hands together with a meaty
thud. “Tonight, I won’t mention it. I deserve a chance to get acquainted with
my daughter for the next few days, before we have to talk about her future.”
“Yes, sire.” He wondered if Anca would let
the discussion wait though. She was terrified of her father trying to keep her
in Corsova. Would that cause her to speak up, or would she be careful and
discreet?
Valdemeer nodded, and he seemed more
energized. “Go fetch her, dear boy. After waiting so long, I can’t wait another
moment to lay eyes on my daughter.”
Demi rose from his chair. “I live to serve
you.”
Valdemeer chuckled. “How many times do I
have to tell you not to say that, Nicodemus? You’re a member of the family.”
“But, sire…”
His dark eyes twinkled. “Or you will be.”
Demi swallowed down his nausea as nerves
assailed him. “If she’ll have
compliance.
As Sian stepped into the tub and knelt
between her legs, Nikia leaned back. The first touch of the sponge against her
inflamed pussy was rough, but it only enhanced her desire.
Sian’s fingers were gentle as they parted
her pussy lips. She swirled the sponge against her clit, and Nikia groaned. Her
nipples ached for attention, and she cupped her breasts with her own hands. She
traced her fingers across her areole, flicking her nipples gently.
Sian plunged her fingers deep inside Nikia’s
dripping pussy. As she did so, Nikia twisted her nipples almost viciously,
fantasizing they were her half-sister’s neck.
Chapter 6
Demi
bowed to Valdemeer, standing by the mini-bar, before taking a seat in the
wingchair across the desk. “Good evening, sire.”
Valdemeer poured him a glass of cognac
without asking. He put it on the edge of the desk before sitting in his chair
behind the desk. “She is here?”
He lifted the crystal glass to sip the
cognac before answering. “Yes, sire.”
“And your journey? Was it…uneventful?”
Demi hesitated over mentioning Anca’s
attempted escape. He sighed. “She grew frightened upon learning she is your
heir.”
Valdemeer’s gray brows formed a V. “She
didn’t know?”
“No, sire.”
He stroked his beard, looking thoughtful.
“What does she know of us, Nicodemus?”
“I don’t think she knows anything, sire.
Katrine told her you had died, and that she was a Ukrainian immigrant.”
The king swallowed heavily. “I see.” He
glanced down at the amber liquid in his glass, seeming to collect his thoughts.
“How is Katrine?”
He set down the glass. “She’s been ill.
She’s had heart surgery, and Anca said she’s fragile.”
He shook his head. “How can that be? She’s
so young.”
“I don’t think she lives by our ways any
longer, sire. She has become human.”
Valdemeer leaned back in his chair, looking
troubled. “Anca knows nothing of what we are? What she is?”
“I don’t think so.”
He stroked his graying beard again. “Damned
impossible position, eh, boy?”
Demi smiled at the unintentional use of the
endearment. “Yes, sire.”
“How should I tell her? Can she deal with it
all upfront?”
He hesitated, and then shrugged. “I don’t
know. She seems to be resilient, but it isn’t exactly the kind of thing you
blurt out over dinner, is it?”
“No, I suppose it isn’t.” Valdemeer shook
his head. “How would you handle it?”
“I really can’t say—“
“Nonsense, Nicodemus. You know more about
her than any of us, except maybe Ylenia. You have a stake in how this happens.
Tell me what I should do.”
“I think you should ease her into
acceptance. Don’t rush her. She’s already had several surprises in the past few
days.”
Valdemeer grimaced. “Difficult to do, with
time growing short. The blood-moon is only a few weeks away.”
Demi shrugged. “You asked my opinion, sire.”
His king nodded. “Yes, I did. I suppose
you’re right.” He leaned forward, slapping his hands together with a meaty
thud. “Tonight, I won’t mention it. I deserve a chance to get acquainted with
my daughter for the next few days, before we have to talk about her future.”
“Yes, sire.” He wondered if Anca would let
the discussion wait though. She was terrified of her father trying to keep her
in Corsova. Would that cause her to speak up, or would she be careful and
discreet?
Valdemeer nodded, and he seemed more
energized. “Go fetch her, dear boy. After waiting so long, I can’t wait another
moment to lay eyes on my daughter.”
Demi rose from his chair. “I live to serve
you.”
Valdemeer chuckled. “How many times do I
have to tell you not to say that, Nicodemus? You’re a member of the family.”
“But, sire…”
His dark eyes twinkled. “Or you will be.”
Demi swallowed down his nausea as nerves
assailed him. “If she’ll have
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