you meet in strange realms?”
Her jaw snapped shut and she stopped trying to dress herself. “No. I don’t do that.”
“I will actually disband the harem now, for you are the only woman for me,” he said, proud of himself for the growth he’d done in such a short period of time.
Lucy’s expression hardened more. “Excuse me? Harem?”
He took a step back, sensing that was the wisest move. “They pale compared to you. They lack your curves.” His cock hardened again as he looked at his wife. “Curves I wish to explore every inch of.”
She puffed out a long breath. “Wait, you’re saying you like me having extra meat on my bones?”
He had to think upon her wording. “Are you asking if I like how curvy your body is? How soft it is in all the right spots?”
She blushed. “Yes.”
“I wish to ravish you again. I want to bend you over here and now and take you again. Take you long and hard until you do not doubt who you are to me, Princess.”
She paled. “Ohmygod, I’m married to Prince Charming.”
“Yes, you are also wearing next to nothing and we are not that far from the borders. My suggestion is to allow me to pleasure you more, but at the castle. I do not wish to behead others who may see you when you are naked—it would take me away from me being able to look upon you fully.”
A slight smile tugged at her lips and she eased closer to him, her upper garment half on, half off. He removed it so that her breasts were free for him to touch. She put her hands to his chest. “I do have to go home soon, though. My friend will worry about me. She needs to know I’m okay.”
He nodded. “I will take you there come morn light. But you will not remain there, ta’konima.”
“What does that mean?” she asked. “What you keep calling me.”
“My love,” he returned. There was a rustling in the tree line off to their right. Rossi grabbed Lucy and thrust her behind him as he dodged for his sword. He grabbed it as she grabbed her clothing and began to dress quickly.
“What is it? Is Manyer back?”
At the name of one of the meanest, most vile guards of the vultures, Rossi’s lip curled. If Manyer had been who had taken Lucy, then the man had planned to harm her. “I do hope so. I wish to remove his head.”
Lucy hopped on one foot as she donned her trews, touching his extended wing, sending pleasure racing to his groin. There was nothing more erotic than having one’s wing stroked by one’s mate. He’d heard tales told of it, but now he knew them to be true without a shadow of a doubt.
He had to force himself to stand at the ready, sword in hand, cock hard. He cared little about being seen naked by the enemy. “Stay behind me.”
“Not a problem,” said Lucy.
Rossi watched as Aeson emerged from the wooded area. His brother stopped, looked Rossi up and down, and then burst into laughter. “She said you might need assistance. Tell me my wife did not send me to help you find your trews.” He stared past Rossi to Lucy and offered a charming smile. “And you must be the human my wife told me of.”
Lucy eased around Rossi, holding his trews out to him. “Here. Who is he?”
“One of my brothers,” spat Rossi, keeping his sword aimed at Aeson.
Lucy pushed on his arm, making him lower his sword. As he looked at her, he realized she did not have the harness on her breasts as she had before their lovemaking session. Beneath the Rebels were two glorious mounds, tempting him. “Prince Charming, don’t stab your brother. I want to meet him and his wife. Is she the human queen?”
“That is another of my brothers,” said Rossi with a sigh, taking his trews.
“How many brothers do you have?” she asked.
He glanced at Aeson, who laughed more. Rossi groaned. “There are eight men in my family in total. I am the youngest.”
“Eight?” she echoed. “I’m not expected to have eight kids, am I? I mean, as your wife and all?”
He stopped wanting to kill Aeson and eased his
Her jaw snapped shut and she stopped trying to dress herself. “No. I don’t do that.”
“I will actually disband the harem now, for you are the only woman for me,” he said, proud of himself for the growth he’d done in such a short period of time.
Lucy’s expression hardened more. “Excuse me? Harem?”
He took a step back, sensing that was the wisest move. “They pale compared to you. They lack your curves.” His cock hardened again as he looked at his wife. “Curves I wish to explore every inch of.”
She puffed out a long breath. “Wait, you’re saying you like me having extra meat on my bones?”
He had to think upon her wording. “Are you asking if I like how curvy your body is? How soft it is in all the right spots?”
She blushed. “Yes.”
“I wish to ravish you again. I want to bend you over here and now and take you again. Take you long and hard until you do not doubt who you are to me, Princess.”
She paled. “Ohmygod, I’m married to Prince Charming.”
“Yes, you are also wearing next to nothing and we are not that far from the borders. My suggestion is to allow me to pleasure you more, but at the castle. I do not wish to behead others who may see you when you are naked—it would take me away from me being able to look upon you fully.”
A slight smile tugged at her lips and she eased closer to him, her upper garment half on, half off. He removed it so that her breasts were free for him to touch. She put her hands to his chest. “I do have to go home soon, though. My friend will worry about me. She needs to know I’m okay.”
He nodded. “I will take you there come morn light. But you will not remain there, ta’konima.”
“What does that mean?” she asked. “What you keep calling me.”
“My love,” he returned. There was a rustling in the tree line off to their right. Rossi grabbed Lucy and thrust her behind him as he dodged for his sword. He grabbed it as she grabbed her clothing and began to dress quickly.
“What is it? Is Manyer back?”
At the name of one of the meanest, most vile guards of the vultures, Rossi’s lip curled. If Manyer had been who had taken Lucy, then the man had planned to harm her. “I do hope so. I wish to remove his head.”
Lucy hopped on one foot as she donned her trews, touching his extended wing, sending pleasure racing to his groin. There was nothing more erotic than having one’s wing stroked by one’s mate. He’d heard tales told of it, but now he knew them to be true without a shadow of a doubt.
He had to force himself to stand at the ready, sword in hand, cock hard. He cared little about being seen naked by the enemy. “Stay behind me.”
“Not a problem,” said Lucy.
Rossi watched as Aeson emerged from the wooded area. His brother stopped, looked Rossi up and down, and then burst into laughter. “She said you might need assistance. Tell me my wife did not send me to help you find your trews.” He stared past Rossi to Lucy and offered a charming smile. “And you must be the human my wife told me of.”
Lucy eased around Rossi, holding his trews out to him. “Here. Who is he?”
“One of my brothers,” spat Rossi, keeping his sword aimed at Aeson.
Lucy pushed on his arm, making him lower his sword. As he looked at her, he realized she did not have the harness on her breasts as she had before their lovemaking session. Beneath the Rebels were two glorious mounds, tempting him. “Prince Charming, don’t stab your brother. I want to meet him and his wife. Is she the human queen?”
“That is another of my brothers,” said Rossi with a sigh, taking his trews.
“How many brothers do you have?” she asked.
He glanced at Aeson, who laughed more. Rossi groaned. “There are eight men in my family in total. I am the youngest.”
“Eight?” she echoed. “I’m not expected to have eight kids, am I? I mean, as your wife and all?”
He stopped wanting to kill Aeson and eased his
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