"So his majesty can't wait anymore," Vasntasena asked while eyeing the snake charmer's blackened neck.
Barbarik resisted the urge to take a bite out of the city bride's peachy cheeks. Her sweaty cleavage and her intoxicating female scent made his cock throb. He wanted nothing but to tear off the silky red blouse teasing his eyes.
Alas! he could only fantasize all of this. The woman before him was not an ordinary city bride, she was a Vish- Kanya, poison damsel, trained to kill. As if it was not the worst, Sakuni, the royal mentor of Tissa, had even taught her his Indrajaalic magic. With the help of this enigmatic art, Vasntasena could slave anyone.
