'Oh, absolutely not,' Melcorka agreed, gasping slightly. 'Erik is very jealous,' she said. 'He wants a larger share of my body.'
'Any man would wish that,' Enapay said.
'He is very young,' Melcorka gasped, a few moments later. She giggled again and lowered her voice. 'He rushes things.'
Enapay slowed down, as Melcorka had intended. 'Young men can sometimes be too energetic for their own good,' he said.
Later, when Melcorka lay panting and satisfied, Enapay reached across and stroked her stomach. 'You have a very firm body,' he said. 'You are beautiful. Even if you were not a Queen, you would be beautiful.'
Melcorka closed her eyes, savouring his adulation. 'I used to be leaner and firmer.' She looked down at her sleek stomach with its layer of prosperous fat. 'Before I was a Queen.' S
