"You are tense, my king." Long elegant hands ran up Tyran's hard back to his tense shoulders. "Can I be of assistance?" she purred as she suggestively rubbed her body against his.
Tyran sighed and turned to the female. She was pretty and ready for serve her king. She was submissive and always wanting appraisal from him. Why couldn't his queen be more like her?
Olena accepted that she was rightfully the Lord's Mage's servant. She also occasionally extended her services in between the sheets. There was nothing else Tyran needed that night more than release but the moment Noelle re-entered his life, every other female made his skin crawl with repulsion and became a distant memory to him. He didn't want anyone else. He only wanted to possess his queen fully.
"I will not be needing your serv
