You are to be my most beloved concubine. The gods had indeed blessed him with an insightful woman. Both gritted their teeth as the broad head slowly stretched her open until it popped inside. She moaned softly as he drank greedily from her. This woman was to be his concubine–a gift from his lord for excellent service in the military. He draped one muscular leg over the side, spreading his thighs wide. Dangling hard and aching to plunge into her warm depths. Kyris paused partway as he pulled the blankets to cover them. Amaris shook her head. He reached for her hand and placed it on his head, encouraging her to touch him. Long had it been since he had been blessed with such a peaceful night. He inhaled her scent, the sweet fragrance of her hair blended with the pheromonic scent of a woman in her second trimester. He hoped he looked like a god in her eyes, even with his battle scars.
