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If you pick the last resort option, you get last resort results, and all of those results sounded like a very fucking good time to me.
I’d been promised monster fucking, and I wasn’t getting any damn monster fucking.
“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.”
“Alright, let’s go walk down dark and empty streets, like I’ve been warned not to do my entire life.”
Was it normal to get all hot and bothered over shadowy monster claws? No, but I already knew I wasn’t normal.
It was very inconvenient that my hormones were more active than my brain cells, but such was life. I knew I was a bit of a horny disaster when I wasn’t actively meditating it away.
“We had extra guards here in case you were sent here to kill us all,” Damen supplied helpfully.
“Because I didn’t tell your sister that she was the first woman I loved, the only woman I’d ever love, and I’ll die with the regret of not making my feelings for her clear when I had the chance.”
‘My crowned queen. My equal in all things. I want you at my side.’
I would be selfish to deprive our people of your compassionate leadership. You are kind, empathetic, and loyal. You were born to be a queen, and you have already made me a better king.′