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Just one other vampire estate sat that close to the border. It was insignificant. Half ruined. Unremarkable except for one thing… It was Lar Satha. The ancestral home of Given of Sithistra.
“This is what I do when you’re not here. When you’re patrolling the Thicket with your men. When you leave me all alone in this big bed. I picture you in your armor behind me, spreading me wide and driving that thick cock into my hole.”
Loving someone means tearing all that down and leaving ourselves open. Make yourself that vulnerable and you give the ones you love the power to hurt you. And they always do.”
“You want to watch Varick fuck me?” I pressed my thumb harder, and she made a sound that bordered on a squeal. “Or maybe you want me to fuck you while he fucks my ass. We could do that, you know. We could do a lot of things, the three of us. Just imagine it, two men in bed with you. Two sets of lips on this gorgeous body, on your nipples and your sweet, juicy pussy. Two cocks filling you. Stretching you. Making you come.”
“Good girl, Princess, making all this nectar for your king. Open wider, sweetheart.”
“When people fail to understand something, they usually end up fearing it. Fear is the flipside of hate. And people will kill things they hate. Because, ultimately, they don’t want to be afraid.”
Laurent looked Varick in the eye. “I want us to fuck her together. You get her pussy. I’ll take her ass.”
“Given of Sithistra, the last elven-born of Nor Doru, will conceive a child with another elven-born. Bound in the blood of old Eldenvalla, that child must perish in the Rift and then reemerge to save the Deepnight from destruction.” Blood rushed in my ears. Whose child must perish in the fucking Rift? “Who is the other elven-born?” I asked. But I already knew. “You.”
“We all have the free will to choose our own paths, even if our choices turn out to be stupid.”
“Light chases away fear, Princess,” she’d say. “Especially the light we carry inside us.”
