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I’d been promised monster fucking, and I wasn’t getting any damn monster fucking.
Pity for him that he didn’t know my brain was wired wrong.
The kind of flirting you did when someone pissed you off most of the time but you still had sex dreams about them and woke up hating yourself a little bit.
He didn’t get to have horny Ophelia. Rude kings who probably had a harem of monster side chicks didn’t get to have horny wives.
Lololol
“Oh, and we’ll discuss that smart mouth of yours later,” I told Ophelia mildly. She blinked at me. “Ah, yes. When we do all that talking we spend so much time doing. That sounds just like us.”
You don’t need to mold yourself into being anything else.”
“Are you telling me,” Allerick said slowly, carefully collecting up my drawings and setting them on the nightstand, “that you have been wet and wanting since our wedding, wife?”
“You may be the king of this realm and used to demanding every little thing you want,” I purred, rocking my hips slowly. “But I am your queen. You will put in work for me.”
Home . I’d found home, and it was with my knot buried so deeply in my wife that I didn’t know where she ended and I began.
“You are a rare spot of color in this realm, it seems a shame to blanket you in shadow.”
By the goddesses, I hoped this was more than just a monster-fucking fetish for Ophelia, because it was fast becoming everything to me.
