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“All hail Laurent, King of Nor Doru and Vessel of the Sacred Blood.”
“Good girl, Princess, making all this nectar for your king. Open wider, sweetheart.”
Blood and obedience and a ready tongue. Three of my favorite things.
“Bite him, Princess. Sink your fangs into his cock and drink from your king.”
“No, Wife. Where you’re concerned, I come as I please.” He teased my clit. “And I come often.”
“The savior of the realm will be bound in blood and reborn from the Rift.”
“The wicked product of unholy lust,” Queen Amantha hissed.
“Rebellious and troublesome,” my brother said,
“Simple,” Crasor the Prelate said, “an empty, pretty vessel, just like her whore of a mother.”
“No. You killed me with your dick.”
“I think you’ve forgotten who you are. So allow me to remind you.”
“You,” he said, “are Given of Nor Doru and Eldenvalla. Daughter of one king. Sister to another. Wife to a third. Queen of two kingdoms. Farseer. Wielder of Avenor’s sword. You have fire in your hand.”
“They will look upon you and tremble. No one fucks with the elven-born Queen of the North.”
“The general was an absolute beast to your pussy. I’m going to kiss it better.”
“Damn you, female, I should heat your disobedient, reckless backside.”
“Levu.” Bind. Tangled in blood, they drank from each other.
