The King watched the sleeping form in his bed, tangled in the sheets with her bare back exposed to his gaze. She was insatiable in bed, but she was still no match to him as she dropped down early this morning, quite exhausted.
He realized she had a lot to offer him, proving herself quite capable of satisfying him in bed. It had been a long time since he felt attracted to one woman.
He had many companions in bed after his wife died, but not like this. He had never felt this craving to have her again and again after his wife had betrayed her.
She used women after that like they meant nothing to him. But he was not saying this witch would mean to him more than a means to an end. But he was entertained by her presence.
