Chapter Twenty
Seraphina was lying in bed with Eric, having just completed an extremely vigorous bout of intercourse. Seraphina’s hand was between her legs, gently fingering herself, remembering the massive orgasm which had concluded her performance. She was in that post-coital phase, when the world looks good and one is happy and contented. Her other hand was idly playing with Eric’s c**k, which was now flaccid.
“I hear that your father has been busy,” she said. Gossip travelled fast around the court; it was common knowledge that the king and Thalyssa had embarked on an affair.
“Yes,” said Eric. “It appears, unlikely though it may seem, that a marriage may ensue.”
“I hope he knows what he’s doing,” Seraphina replied. “They say there’s no fool like an old fool. But it would strengthen
