Rykard y in bed.

  Nothing was unusual about that. After returning to the inn, they had simply killed time. Ayama had sent them the letter, telling them she would likely be ready the next morning and invited them to come check on her whenever they pleased. Rykard had elected to spend the day dwelling in the luxuries of the inn. It was nice to take a spa day.

  After opulent food and many massages, Rykard was therefore in his bed. A usual state of affairs. There was a warm woman next to him, nuzzling against him as best as her growing belly allowed. What was unusual about all of this was that the king did not remember the st time he had stirred from his sleep in the middle of the night. That was, without someone sucking his cock.

  A mild breeze caressed the skin of his face. Nothing unusual about that… Except, had he left the window open? ‘Wait… when had there st been wind in this world?’ he asked and opened his eyes rapidly.

  It was already too te. The invader in the private quarters was on top of him. Cd entirely in darkness, she had straddled his hips. One hand was on his chest, the other reached out to his face. In the moonlit night, the white of her skin stood out intensely. Although not as bright, Rykard was even more struck by the blue of her eyes and the red of her tongue behind her bck lips. Her mouth was agape, as if they offered the kind of service that usually woke him up in the middle of the night.

  “You woke up before I pinched you. Better than most,” spoke Tess, then deliberately left her mouth agape again. The view of her massive tits was quite inviting.

  Rykard felt like he had options here.

  Above everything else, Tess knew who she was dealing with. Their contact had been short, but thorough in that he had shown her every side of him - certainly enough that the raven-haired woman had to know what would happen when she poked the bear like that.

  Rykard shot out of bed and grabbed the rogue by the throat. He tossed her to the foot of the bed. The feathers of her mantle parted into a pair of wings, making her nding effortless and graceful. Neither were things he wanted at this moment.

  He was right after her. It wasn’t a genuine contest of speed. She let him catch her by the throat again. The digits of his other hand hooked under the fabric that framed her cleavage. He felt the sheer softness of her huge tits against his knuckles before ripping open the bodysuit.

  The fabric gave as easily as water parted around fingers. The corset that tightly hugged her midriff unraveled and her pants fell alongside the faux-ruined top. Rykard recognized soulbound clothing when he saw it. From the Raven Mantle to her panties, everything fell to the ground.

  “Stand there,” he ordered and released her neck. Her face retained a calm expression, although her arousal peeked through ever so softly. One of her eyes, as per usual, was hidden by the curtain of her silky, bck hair. Pitch bck lines covered a few select parts of her. The previously visible marks on her cleavage extended to her shoulders, fusing with images of branches that housed a variety of bck birds. Around her neck was an esoteric colr, a heart at the front of it. A second heart-shape sat above her smooth crotch. The womb tattoo was crowned by the symbol of an eclipse.

  Rykard feasted himself on the view, then stood up to close the window. As he did so, Miyo raised her head for a moment. Tired, the vixen gnced between her Master and the naked Tess. She recognized the Contestant, even in her sleepy state, and apparently made the calcution that the situation did not require her consciousness. “Use the guest bed, please,” the pregnant queen requested.

  “You heard her,” Rykard stated in a tone that demanded obedience. Tess obeyed, following along silently. On the way, the king picked up Tess’ leather colr. Putting it back on her was the first thing he did once they were in the smaller guestroom. “This suits you. Kneel.”

  “Yes, Master,” Tess answered and dropped down at the foot of the bed.

  On her knees, her pale skin now appearing grey from the ck of moonlight in the windowless room, Tess sat, her mouth once more agape. Her tongue hung out. Drool dropped enticingly onto her cleavage. She was panting with clear need. None of it was fake, she was too worked up to do so. The mounting heat of her arousal caused her skin to shine with sweat.

  Rykard had rarely before seen someone he hadn’t trained exude such good girl energy.

  The urge to know what had happened to her guild and why she was here was strong. Equally as strong was the urge to take the very clear oral invitation. Her blue eyes spelled out what she wanted, focused on his throbbing erection. He was seated at the edge of the guest bed, right in front of her.

  Grabbing her by the back of the head, he forced her to raise her chin and expose her throat like a surrendering animal. Tess moaned at the treatment. “I’ll do with you whatever I please, is that clear, submissive?” he growled.

  It was exactly what she wanted to hear. The gothic woman squirmed like the mother of all repressed sex sves in the world. Her eyes even closed for a moment as she sighed the words, “Yes, Master.”

  ‘She definitely just came a little,’ the dom thought.