Thigh-high boots and metal greaves adorned her long legs, a loincloth of chainmail swinging between her thighs. Soon he would fertilize my egg and I would lay it, hatch it, and delight in the child we created. Anal sex The sphinx I met in Raratha said I was fit to be a queen’s concubine. “Strip.”
“Yes, my Queen,” I said, my cheeks growing crimson. “Hi,” I said, trying to be cautious. She must have given birth since I left the forest four months ago. “Is a dark-skinned whore or a busty, blonde slut at all comparable to a Secaran flower?” I licked my lips, savoring the feel of my tongue stud. Throbbing agony shot from my nub. Angela had finally developed her sea legs, no longer throwing up like she had on our first few days. I was married. The skies overhead were gray, the water’s choppy. Because she was amazing. Oh, fuck, yes. My pussy clenched. The way her ears twitched as she laughed. What was the point in having the wealth stealing the High King’s sword would bring me if all I had to look forward to was being
