My body hair is what I call 'balanced' in quantity and texture, all kept at the same length; my chest hair flows from my pecs down my chiseled eight-p...ck in a thick 'T' shape, narrowing at my waistline, trickling into a treasure trail, then pooling into a well-groomed pubic region. My legs are 'balanced', as well as thick as tree trunks from working out. I've got a rare light grey eye color. I'm not tall; I measure at five feet, seven inches. Hell, Tits is a couple inches taller than I am—but. .. not her father but the man that raised her – had accepted the story so readily. There had been no independent verification of Joseph’s identity. He had come bearing a ring and carrying a sword and the entire country had fallen on its knees.She would not, she decided. She would never bow down before the man who had killed her mother and ruined her life. Elizabeth had heard the king’s words earlier in the day but the more she reflected up on them, the hollower they rang.Her mother doted upon. And did I forget to mention that my Aunt Lucy, who had been caught cheating on her husband with my father, was angrily standing in the doorway! “So is anyone going to tell me what the hell is going on here”? She demanded “You should know” Katie said matter-of-factly. “You broke our family apart doing exactly what we were just doing! I hate you why are you here?” Katie looked upset as she turned over to sit down and realized she couldn’t because her ass was too sore from the pounding it. A pale-skinned female body sat up, bushy hair spilling about narrow shoulders. A pair of triangular ears, tawny like her hair, thrust up at the top of her head and twitched like a cat’s. A face stared at me, golden eyes slitted. A lamia. Her slitted eyes fixed on me, keen vision noticing me.Then they flicked to the sleeping, snoring man.The warleader slept naked atop his blankets, his body a dusky brown and so muscled his veins stood out against his skin. A shaved head gleamed in the lantern.