Wichard walks into the room, looking at Prince Duncan, still at it; having s*x with a pas- out Theodosia, his body wet with sweat, “try not to think about it. Pretend it is Armenia.”
“Why would I want to do that?” Prince Duncan asks confused, not remembering that he loved Armenia or how much he wanted her.
‘She must have put a spell on him,’ Wichard thinks but don’t share it with Prince Duncan, “Osia is a stunning woman, how can you not want her?”
‘For starters, what if she falls pregnant? I don’t want an enchantress to having my child!’ Prince Duncan mind links Wichard, fighting every part of him not to c*m inside of her.
“Cr*p, I didn’t think about that. Imagine a Werewolf, s***h Vampire, s***h Enchanter?” Wichad coughs, walking over to the bed and slapping Theodosia through her fa
