Her call was businesslike; I had no clue as to whether she wanted counseling or sex. I would have been happy with both.When she walked in, my eyes qui...kly analyzed her, hopefully fast enough so that she didn't notice across the ten foot gap between us. I had previously seen her, of course, but now I was studying her as a woman, a sexual object. In her middle to late twenties, a shade above average height, well coiffed, wearing a light green silk suit and a white sweater underneath. Her breasts. There are thousands of other stories on this site and I suggest you check them out instead. However, if you are looking for a good romantic story, and don't mind romance exaggerated over sex, then you are in the right place. Let us begin.It was the middle of summer. The weather was great and so was my mood. I didn't have a summer job or any other serious occupation at the time. I was just kicking back, relaxing and enjoying my freedom after the hellish first year of college. My academic. No politics, no wars, everyone seemed peaceable enough. I shrugged my shoulders "I will try my best, Tara. Kupolinis seems like a very nice place, and the people are friendly enough, if more than a little curious right now." And you'd have me for advice," she stated with a smile. "I will be here to help you adjust and explain things as you go along... if you'll have me, that is. I have many, many ways in which I can serve you as king."My eyebrows raised, "W-what do you mean, Tara?" I asked,. What harm are we trying to prevent?”Lady Elizabeth pondered. “Imagine someone making a deal with a demon to feed them a constant supply of mates in exchange for some ongoing service.”Morgan and I laughed. I said, “That would be one very foolish person. If the demon bride does actually mate the victim, that bond would take priority over any agreement. You’d have both a mad, heart-broken demon and victim as your enemy. That’s probably self-limiting.” Morgan nodded, confirming my analysis.“A good.