"Please come in, your Majesty."I entered in absolute silence, still stunned by this vision of beauty and, for that matter, regality.She closed the doo... behind me."Welcome, Sire!" she said and offered me her hand.I had to do something instead of acting like a complete goof. I took her hand, bent over it and kissed it.That was it. With a cry of "Darling" she launched herself at me and wound her arms round my neck smothering me with kisses.Abruptly she pulled away from me."Is that alright, Sire?. We laid on the carpet of our apartment in just bras and panties, ate popsicles, watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S, and a vodka shot every 5 minutes.As you can imagine, it didn't take us long to get drunk, and not much longer than that to get *very* drunk. Before long, F.R.I.E.N.D.S was just noise in the background, like the squeak of the fan above us."I need a cock," Hem complained idly, with a sigh.I smiled a little. Hem was *always* horny. "Why?" I teased. "What would you do with it? Would you. I feared she would never wake up.The tent reeked of sweat and sickness after two days, a foul miasma that turned my stomach. Reina bathed Queenie's temple, my sister's face filled with despair. I felt that same yawning darkness inside me. My beautiful wife was never waking up.It wasn't fair. It was just a stupid scratch. I've cut myself worse and been fine.The tent was so small, the canvas pressing in on me. Sarah crawled in, holding a fresh bowl of river water. She rubbed it on Queenie's. Her breathing was warm and heavy againstmy face, our breasts pressed against each other's. She knew I had herbeat. She struggled a little, refusing to give up before sighing anddropping her sword.Her face was flushed and her breathing fast. I was enjoying theposition I found myself in, but knew there was no real hope for romancewith Cass. "I yield. No one's ever got more than one attacker down inthat situation. You've never fought before have you?"I was still holding her to the wall and she.