Two months we had been going together and I was completely besotted with the man. You should NEVER fall for a man that hard and that fast. If you do, ...heck yourself, because you are surely insane. Marcus reached for the side drawer beside our bed and took out the little tub of pure white cream that sat there. It looked nothing special. It could have contained moisturizing cream, or maybe lip balm or something to help your skin breathe. I watched him ladle out a generous measure so that it. ."It was probably just a root or something..."Now I press my whole palm onto the fleshy rind. As I push down hard on what feels like a waterbed filled with mud, thick white paste with clear brown-amber streaks erupts out of the flaccid stalk like a volcano spewing puss and sewage, sending the gunk dripping onto my hand.I spring up to my feet and back away from the stalk. "Oh gawd..." I wretch. "Why's it so warm?" That's when a horrific realization hits me. "Whatever the flower ejaculated into. " Of course, I was anxious to be an enlightened ruler. "Well, Shedeur," I replied, "we'd better get on with it. You can talk me through it, can't you? I must admit, I have never deflowered a woman before." Truth be known, under Sir Einar's tutelage, I had never even lain with a woman. I was entirely ignorant of the pleasures to be found in them. Shedeur led me to a tower, beside the main gate, and to the flat roof, from which, in war, archers could shower arrows down upon. I hitched my leg up around his hip. He grabbed my ass rocking us both back and forth with the music. The music stopped breaking apart our slow grinding and scattering dancers off of the floor. We headed towards the bar, grasping hands and giggling at each other, our cheeks flushed red. He runs the palm of his hand along my waist to the small of my back, gently but firmly pulling me into him until I can smell the tequila on his tongue. "I wasn't done dancing," he smiles down at me as he slowly.