“I love every part of you,” I tell her. “Would you love me if I wasn’t pretty?” I grin, pushing her down onto the sheets. “I am not purely Seelie in my affinities, precious. I don’t value their rigid ideas of the aesthetically perfect. No, I can see the beauty in what others might define as ugliness. I can glory in the unusual, the asymmetrical, even the grotesque. And I can tell you with perfect certainty that no irregularity or difference in your body would keep me from doing this—” I thrust my cock into her, one fluid motion— “as often as possible.”
