“You are the Lord of the castle now, and she is your lover so...”“I’m the what now?”“Lord of the castle.” She blinked at him. “You con...uered it and defeated Graveek’s forces. You rule here now. So, it wasn’t proper for you to be staying in one of the guest chambers and I thought you would want the comfort of your lover in your bed. Did I do wrong?”“I ... no, no you didn’t.” Logan shook his head and eyed the brunette with renewed appreciation. “You assessed the situation and, with no one else. . You heard the words. They’re not quite me.”“What do you mean?” I probed.“There’s a lot of ... religious stuff in there.”“Hmm ... Well, there were some lines about it, sure. But so what?”“I feel weird singing about something I don’t really believe in.”“I guess...” I was struck by a sudden memory. “But you know, Heather told me something once, when she took me to a concert down at this church. We saw this orchestra playing some sort of classical piece, and she told me that it was religious. If she tooks steps around, she would sound just like a normal horse would. It had taken her a long while to get use to walking on the hooves, but she had finally mastered it. The farmer looked over her frame, taking in her pert, bare ass and shaved pussy. Bruises were soft in color on her cheeks, the massive thrust of the horses leaving almost dollar coin sized bruises on her tender flesh. Next was the head piece. Latex had been molded inside to fit the head of the submissive while the outside. I lowered myself to her for a light brushing of our lips and my body reacted instantly. She returned my light kiss with one of her own and our lips parted for a meeting of tongues. As our tongues gently massaged each other in a flurry of muted passion, it was all I could do to keep from taking her right there. I willed myself to wait for the perfect time for I knew that there was much more fun to be had before I turned her.Her skin felt on fire and glowed with a shimmer that I had only read.