“Wake up, Violet. Night has fallen.”
Violet sat up with a start. “Goodness.” Unlike in her dream, awake, her nakedness made her feel powerfully timid. She covered her breasts with one arm, her mound with her free hand.
“Be at ease, my love,” Leontios urged. “You are lovely, and you are loved.”
She sighed and let her arms drop away from her body. Wearing nothing more than a blush on her cheeks, she rose to her feet. Her legs ached, as did her arms, her back and her forehead. Oddly, her s*x felt wonderful, apart from the clear indications that something momentous had happened to it. Amazing. He was right. Maidenhood is a myth. The rest of her, however, hurt badly. “Leo, do you have any treatments for aches and pains? We did a lot of manual labor yesterday.”
“Yes, Violet. I know a remedy
