If Falin were to manifest a knife to plunge it into her heart, Gwen would not have stopped her because she could not bring herself to even hurt a hair...on Falin. “I need you, Fay.” Gwen said as she lowered her head and gently placed a kiss on her swollen lips. With that, Gwen shimmered them back to Falin’s bedchambers at the fort. Without batting a lash, Falin stepped away from Gwen. It hurt so much to have her out of her arms. It was so cold without her. There she was though, smiling that. Anne glanced at Chrissy and me, then back at the dancer and said, “Sounds good….lead the way.” As they left the table, Anne looked back at Chrissy and me and gave us a big smile before slipping through one of the VIP doors with her new dancer-friend.Chrissy and I looked at each other and giggled, agreeing that this is exactly what Anne needed following her divorce, then turned our attention back to the mostly naked cocks and balls swinging and bouncing around the room.A few minutes later, I. I look down and I can see your sex glistening, begging to be touched, to be tasted. I ghost my finger over your sex whilst I trace my tongue over your pulse point, I can feel your heart beat throbbing under my tongue, I bite down earning a groan and a hiss. Your hips buck up into my hand, fingers sliding further into your dripping pussy. I push you back down with my hands on your hips, I move lower, my head hovering over your cunt.I can see the desperation in your eyes, begging me to taste you. Bopping him in the head with a heavy pewter cup might have done the same thing, but I cannot be sure. In any case, never let this knife get far from your hand: it may save your lives again."I had to ask, "Granny Eltman, do you have any more information on what the King is doing and why he might want me dead?" Right now, I do not know any more about that than I did when we last talked. However, this construct does tell me that there may be more to what is going on here than just some interest.