As things started to settle back into normality for Dagon, it didn't last very long as it was broken the next night with the introduction of a new guest that made herself known very quickly, and wasted no time with her approach to his guards and a stern comment that she had come here to meet with him.
At least the woman was lovely. She had sharp features, lovely purple eyes that were deep and dark, and her hair was the most pristine white he had ever beheld. Tall, lithe, but with a feminine build - it was hard to keep his body under control as he remembered what it was like to think for himself - and have any individual process whatsoever.
It was only now that he had tried to remember the last time he had intercourse with a woman....and the sad fact, was that the last woman he had been with, was his late wife. He would have felt guilty of such thoughts - but guilt was useless. Especially now.
