Valeriya raised herself on her elbows, and arching her back as sharply as she could with the stocky man straddling her, she raised her pert bottom in the air. “She can do it!”—now with a bit more force in his voice—“I guarantee it!” Yes, the little weasel had turned out to be one of Durriken’s brats. “100 dragons,” she announced at length. And now there remained no half-heartedness with Valeriya when it came to pleasing cock. She had no idea what ‘Protector of the Realm’ meant, but assumed it was a worthless honorary title. Durriken had been eyeing the blonde, like rest of his court, since the moment she walked into the great hall—though he was at least trying to be subtle about it. He slapped her hard on her juicy rump and she moaned like a wanton whore.
