I leaned over and licked down his shaft, and gods, his cry of surrender made the emptiness between my thighs ache with need. How would I ever get enough of this? They’d have to pause their damn war. The Mother would have to find something else to do instead of slaughtering innocent islands of people. I’d be too busy fucking her son for the rest of the year to make time for killing her – too busy making up for a hundred and thirty years of torturous silence.
