Her legs are longer, and sculptured in a way to cause my breathing to stop. I just gawk at her. Every movement of them slows begging me to gaze at the.... They are so gorgeous that I get the feeling of looking at delicacy to be enjoyed. My hands begin to tingle, wanting to touch them and they mesmerize my mind. I just keep running my eyes up and down from her beautiful ankles to the tops of thighs that almost make me whimper as wishing to never let her dress again. She glides across the floor,. You knocked me out of the way of a tentacle; it hit you and broke your neck. You don't remember any of it?" No, I remember my blaster going red and I ... I saw you," she ended slowly. "I saw you and I don't remember anything else until Aphrodite took my hand and led me back to you."He dipped his head to kiss her. You took that hit that was meant for me, Mira. If you ever do anything so ... so fucking heroic again, I'm going to take you over my knee." He hugged her closer, feeling her press. It would be so easy to take her in hand. I would give this queen the pleasure that she needed. That she craves... And Aingeal would die.“Yes, your Majesty,” I said with all the submission I could. It was such a foreign concept to me. But I swallowed my ego for Aingeal. I lead her into Faerie. I put her in a position to lose her life, and I owed her to do anything to save her.I rose, feeling the queen’s eyes on my naked, muscular body. My cock thrust hard before me. Despite how foreign this. I missed her, of course, but I could look forward to the Saturday morning when she returned, when our passion knew no bounds, especially on those occasions when she would leave Carl in his bed, drive home and immediately get into our bed with me. But there was a change to the established routine when they spent a couple of days in Paris!Carl had to go there on business and asked her if she'd like to go with him. She asked me if I would have any objection. It meant flying out on the Friday.