Flor's Fiasco (Icehome, #16)

by Ruby Dixon

F’lor is slender, and yet I am already imagining her body fat and rounded with my kit, her teats full and jiggling, her thighs and buttocks equally full. She is beautiful in all ways as it is, but it pleases me to feed her, to know I can provide for her. To know that she is taken care of. Plump thighs will mean she will never hunger as we did on the island, struggling to find enough game.

R’slind makes an outraged sound and her small hand smacks me across the mouth. She. Is. Adorable. I have never been so happy in all my days.

“A wedding feast?” she chokes out. “You remembered?” “I remember everything you tell me, my F’lordeliza. No one is more important to me than you.”