"I greet you, Vale King!"
The Vale King smiled, revealing a mouthful of pristine white teeth. "How is your hunt?'
"Excellent, I caught quite the fish," Tasha said, gliding an eye to Elena's terrified expression. Her lips perked into a devious grin. "My Lord, shall I prepare the young lady a pair of clothes to stay the night?"
Elena felt her face burn. She dared not look him in the eye. She made herself look small, not daring to raise her head in defiance.
"I haven't the strength to taste such an unripe fruit," The Vale King said, though his gaze appeared to strip her of all her pride. "Though I suppose I don't necessarily have to do much."
Tasha crawled forward, finding his cock beneath his trousers with her lips. With a single kiss, she had it hard. "My Lord appears to still be strong." she reached her hand up to lay down his trousers, but his hand stopped her.
