Chapter Twelve
Antoine-Felix was in the arms of the King. The King was so passionate that, secluded with the Spirit of Forest Hunting, he immediately launched an offensive according to all military rules: swiftly and fearlessly. And, alas, the bastions could not resist and surrendered - the victory, as always, was with the Great Commander.
The Spirit of Forest Hunting lay on the bed, his hair was tattered over the pillows, his short tunic was crumpled during a love affair.
The Great Commander, who is also a Merchant and the King, turned the Spirit of Forest upside down with a stormy onslaught and entered he with all the pressure of his ‘falconet’, his man"s organ, like a maneuverable offensive cannon. The Spirit of Forest Hunting cried out, having felt this falconet inside himself, appr
