Please drink from the other.”
Kyris did not hesitate to comply. Haltingly at first, she told him of her simple life in a slave village, of her parents and her brother, of her time spent as a weaver. With careful steps, he carried her toward the round, cushioned bed at the far side of the room. Kyris’s muscles grew taut with the strain of maintaining his control as her tight heat welcomed him. I am Kyris Rockhorn, your lord and master. Amaris writhed beneath him, her hands gripping his horns as she arched her back into his mouth. I promise you that.”
He drew her closer with a gentle tug on her chin. Giving the one in his mouth a final lick, he let it pop free and then quickly moved to the other. He followed the valley of her breasts to the curve of her pregnant belly, where he kissed her again before returning to capture her lips once more.
