The gentle touch on her cheek was turned into a forceful shove. Tits quaking, the vampire nded on the wine-red carpet. Rykard was immediately on top of her, ripping the dress fully off her. It parted like water and was tossed aside, leaving before the king the flushed, pale form of the vampire. As eye drawing as her tits were, the rest of her curves were every bit as worthy of her Master’s seeking gaze. The ft midriff had not even a bit of excess fat and her wide hips would easily bear healthy heirs. Between her smooth legs was her hairless cunt, the outer folds glistening and puffy in anticipation of all that would spread them open.

  Trailing up the curve of her delectably firm yet yielding thigh, Rykard took a handful of her shapely ass. His lips closed in on hers, hovering a finger’s width removed above her. “Just how dull were the men of your homend?” he asked in a joking tone.

  “Incredibly,” Vyra chuckled. “There is no part of me that you are second to touch.”

  That was everything Rykard wanted to hear. Rushing forwards, he hungrily devoured her lips. An intense and unexpected taste of sweet bckberry filled his mouth. A matching fragrance rose from her hair, so slight he hadn’t been close enough to her to notice previously. Within moments, their mouths were wide open. Even inexperienced, Vyra desired him with all she had to offer. Her tongue extended and was wrestled into submission as swiftly as the rest of her, caressing Rykard’s while he explored the sharpness of her fangs.

  An arm wrapped around his chest, the vampiric sex sve arched her back to press her most pronounced assets against him. The sheer excess of squishy warmth that fttened against his muscles made Rykard groan into the kiss. A second reason soon followed, a hand finding and rubbing the outline of his cock through his pants. Vyra joined him in vocalized lust, the size of what she found having the typical effect.

  Annoyed with the yers between him and his second haremette, Rykard suddenly broke the kiss. Whimpering, tongue outstretched, Vyra clearly desired more. She went quiet when he quickly made his way through the many buttons of his uniform. Just freeing his cock would not be enough for this and it was improper to deny a willingly ensved virgin the view of her one and only Master anyhow.

  Vyra fully surrendered to her instincts, reaching between her legs and frantically rubbing her clit. Had this been Miyo, Rykard would have scolded her for pleasuring herself without permission, but Vyra was an inexperienced submissive and so he left her enthusiasm uncommented on for today. She would be trained to behave like a good girl in due time.

  “Oh, Master,” Vyra sighed, taking in each segment of his muscles. Her roaming red gaze snapped to his crotch the moment he had his belt loosened. A surge of excitement went through the pale woman. Her hips shot up, the rise of her tits spilled over her colrbone.

  Rykard refused to have her first orgasm in his presence be caused by her own fingers. Swiftly, he positioned himself between her legs. Firmly, he brushed her hands aside. For a few wonderful moments, she was jittering at the edge of release. Rykard teasingly spread her pussy open, watching her insides twitch. The presence of her hymen fully confirmed her words of being all his to conquer.

  “Mas… teeeer,” Vyra pleaded, wiggling her wide hips. “I’m so close, please… please…”

  “Do you do this frequently?” Rykard asked.

  “Y-yyessssshhhh!” Her response turned into a loud cry, his tongue dragging from the bottom to the top of her slit. “Mhhmmoooore, touch me moooore!”

  Rykard accepted a lot from a new submissive, but that could not stand. Turning her onto all fours, he delivered a smack to her rear. It jiggled satisfyingly, almost as much as her dangling udders. The red mark he left fred up and disappeared quickly, vampiric regeneration doing its handiwork. A mildly displeasing aspect of her biology, that the marks did not stay, but it meant he could deliver a second and third swat without holding back or worrying.

  “You only get to beg and request, Sve,” he told her. “You will be taught all else you need to know by me and your queen, but this you must understand right now: never demand. Not even in formution alone. Understood?”

  “Yes, Master! I’m sorry, Master!”

  “Remind me of what you are.”

  “Property, Master!” Vyra’s cunt almost gushed at uttering those words. Every fantasy she had in her dissatisfied mind was coming true simultaneously. Who would dare treat a pureblooded vampire like this besides him? “Your property, your sex sve, your haremette. I’m all that and whatever else you want me to be in service to your lust. I beg, touch me more! Your every motion is the silvery touch of pure moonlight on my being.”

  Rykard rewarded her with another smack to the backside. “Good girl,” he said to her, for the first time, and the pussy juice ran down the inside of her thighs in visible beads. Framing her round butt between his hands, he put his lips to her lower ones again.

  Even here, the faint sweetness of bckberries was present. The taste was as unusual as it was welcome, giving him every reason to keep penetrating her folds with his tongue. Within seconds, he had her worked back up to the previous level. Enjoying every whimper, every impatient squeak, he kept her on the edge. His tongue circled her clit, then backed away. He pped the length of her delicious folds, only to stop. For almost five minutes, he refused to let her orgasm. He was testing her patience, the depths of her submission, and found her moan ever louder in delight at her body’s desperation.

  Finally, he decided to give her what she needed. When she realized he was not backing off, the proper gratitude soon echoed in the expansive chamber. “Yes, thank you, Master! Master! Please, please, please, yes, yes, ye- Thank you! THANK you, Ma- Mas— MASTEEEEEEEEEER!”

  The roundness off her ass tensed, the muscles of her thighs showed their definition under the yer of squishiness, and her folds contracted around his invading tongue. Pussy juice overflowed, filling his mouth with her sweet taste. She was grinding her butt against her face, needing more attention from him. Attention he was willing to give, prolonging her orgasm as much as his tongue was capable of.

  Past the highpoint, he left her twitching lower lips to find the upper, bck pair again. Turned onto her side, he offered his arm as her headrest, while he mingled the taste of her pussy and mouth on his tongue. The kiss was soft, as loving as it could be for a woman he had known so shortly. Between her body, her elegance, and her submissiveness, more was going to manifest inevitably. With the full support of his harem queen, his heart would easily grow to encompass all those he wished to make his.

  Especially when they looked this adorable in response to affection.

  Vyra was practically melting against him. Her back leaned against his chest, the back of her head rested on his biceps as he kissed her from above. A touch as soft as the flutter of a butterfly caressed his jawline. In return, he brushed over the swing of her hips, so wonderfully exaggerated by the way she y.

  “I thought my own fantasies unreasonable at times,” Vyra purred between tender kisses. “Yet here you are are, capable of breaking me as much as you are of keeping me content.”

  “If you thought that was breaking you, you have seen nothing yet,” Rykard whispered back. His hand trailed up the curve of her midriff and finally took a handful of the massive mounds dominating her front. The touch was soft for a moment, but turned greedy and rough swiftly. Vyra tilted her head back and sighed approvingly, while his fingers vanished in the overabundance of her tits. The firmness of her smooth skin was compromised by the ocean of pliable, female flesh. Only the pebbled nipples offered any kind of hardness, her ribcage not even entering into his distant perception.

  “They… always drew all the…. Ah-attention,” Vyra crooned, her breath hitching at times. Joining the kneading with his second hand, he soon had her moan and sigh quietly. Her chest curved into the caress. Her ass rubbed against his groin, the erect manhood settling between the shapely halves of her buttocks. “Oh, Master,” she gasped, following a particurly aggressive squeeze.

  Rykard single-mindedly kept working those bags filled with the hopes and dreams of men. Tits like these were a national treasure. Not just enormous, but near impossibly firm, hot under his touch and sensitive enough to make her squirm. Whether he mauled them or gave them a soft massage, the submissive masochist loved it all. Vampiric regeneration meant he could roughen her up however much they both enjoyed.

  “Do you py with them when you pleasure yourself?” Rykard asked.

  “Yes,” Vyra responded, a dylike smile spread on her flustered face. “I know of my value, Master, and of my looks. How could they not draw my own attention? Especially when - ah! -” Another intense grasp made the firm flesh spill between his fingers. “...When they’re so… so sensh- sensitive. Sometimes, I use th-them and them a-ahlone too-”

  That was as far as she got, before Rykard put her in a chokehold. The sudden pressure on her windpipe made the pale dy tense up in surprise. “Just let go,” her Master whispered in her pointy ear. Authority stuck and the only tenseness that went through her afterwards was that of excited shivers.

  Rykard massaged her breasts with the remaining hand with double the enthusiasm. White hair was compressed against her slender neck by the tightening presence of his arm. Lips were agape, eyelids fluttered, red eyes struggled to keep him in focus. Thrusting between her thighs, Rykard could feel the depth of her masochism in the overflow of her honeypot. The humping was a treat to himself. A little pleasure, while he pinched her erect nipple and pulled. Pulled and twisted, the flexible bag of overabundant femininity stretching, and Vyra’s tongue following the example.

  The constant shivers were repced with one full body spasm that left all of her tense for one full second. Then the pressure was suddenly released, returned, then released again, in irregur intervals. The submissive vampire cwed at the carpet, supernatural strength tearing the wine red fuzz off the surface. Rykard’s arm tensed a little more, to keep the deceptively strong woman pinned against his chest. The upside of his cock kept grinding along her moist pussy lips. Drenched thighs made for a fine sleeve - for the time being.

  When he finally released the chokehold, the breath she took had her experiencing a second peak in her orgasm. Life filled her lungs, dulled senses returned from the edge of asphyxiation, and she shouted in a delight she couldn’t have known before. “A taste of what breaking actually means,” Rykard told her, back to massaging her tits with both hands. A constant, rhythmic needing, more for his entertainment than her prolonged pleasure - although an outstanding dom always achieved both.

  “Ecstatic,” Vyra swooned. “You keep your promises well. Surrender has never been so easy.”

  “Good. Because I have a question regarding the ultimate offer.” Rykard’s hand traveled towards her cunt and stopped just above, his fingers spreading out. “This ritual to assure the pureblood is passed down - can you teach it in a few seconds?”

  Vyra shook her head. “It is too complicated for that.”

  “Would you protest a dhampir?”

  The question had the vampire dy turn her head. She gazed not in shock, but in simple contemption. “Will I carry one, Master?” she answered his question through the use of his proper title.

  He smiled, “That is for me to decide.” Suddenly, he scooped her up and rose from the ground. Draped across his arms, the naked woman seemed quite comfortable. Leisurely, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing it a moment ter.

  “A bedroom is that way.” She responded to the obvious question on his mind, pointing towards a door with her slender foot. Rykard left their clothes behind for ter retrieval. There was a little more swing in his step, completely to watch her tits jiggle like bowls of jelly.

  The corridor he walked was dusty around the corners, cobwebs hanging under the ceiling as an almost decorative choice. By contrast, the bedroom they entered was clean, the sheets recently changed. Vyra ughed when she was tossed into the azure cotton, and blinked flirtatiously up at him. “This will be…-” She stopped herself in time. “WIll this be next?” she suggested pyfully, spreading her pussy lips with two fingers of one hand.

  “Not yet,” Rykard denied her, tossing her one of the rge pillows. “Put this under your back.”

  The vampire dy may have been a virgin, but she was far from innocent. Maintaining her elegant smile, she did as asked, giving her upper back a little further elevation. It put her in the perfect height for Rykard to straddle her midriff and smack his cock down in the valley of her tits.

  To have a first time with this woman without fucking her tits would have been a crime. Reacting properly, an eager glint in her eyes, Vyra grabbed the sides of her enormous breasts and smoshed them together.

  Rykard’s cock vanished in its long, girthy entirety, swallowed by an ocean of heavenly softness. Distantly, he felt both her heartbeat and the pressure of her hands, pressing her tits further together to create a pleasurable tightness. “You studied this,” Rykard commented on the obvious.

  “Least I wanted was to find an interesting man and be found wanting myself,” Vyra crooned. “Ah, the heat is beyond all I ever expected…”

  Her lust-consumed voice made Rykard’s cock twitch in its soft confines. Slowly, he drew back, rigid manhood rubbing over smooth skin. There was little of the pleasurable friction. Spreading precum changed this swiftly, turning the cocksleeve of her cleavage into another wet hole. Even when his groin met the cushion of her underboob, gorgeously pronounced by the nearby grip of her hands, the head of his cock remained fully enveloped.

  Back and forth, ever faster, ever more intense, until the bed creaked and Vyra was moaning loudly. The white-haired vampire writhed little on the cushions, her spine involuntarily curving in response to the delight getting her tits fucked brought her. Instincts contested with the will to please, keeping herself in pce for him to continue the rhythmic penetration of the tight crevice between the mountains of sensitive flesh.

  The twitches only added to the delight of using her tits. Every little motion of hers did. The absent-minded kneading of her breasts was a distant massage. Every deep breath Vyra took pressed the enveloping softness against the underside of his shaft. Screams and moans reverberated all around.

  Rykard felt his pleasure grow. It was a steady build up, fuelled by the passion brought by each thrust and the sight the gifted submissive dispyed. The smile had dropped, leaving the bnk expression of pure lust. Behind him, her legs stretched and her toes curled. Her hips bucked slightly, at times. All of these were signs of a woman with all the potential to be a truly magnificent sex sve.

  There was no warning, because no warning was necessary to inform a toy of her purpose being fulfilled. Still, when their eyes met, Vyra understood. All unnecessary motions ended instantly. All that remained was a trembling pale sve, shaking her tits as swiftly as their size allowed and her Master thrusting between their bouncing size.

  With one more thrust, Rykard came between her tits. The first two spurts had enough force to explode from her cleavage and decorated her face. All else was caught between the sticky walls. Rykard found one of her nipples, as white and bck dots danced in his periphery, and gave it a nice twist. That was all Vyra needed to join him in his orgasm.

  Panting and spasming, they remained still for a long while. The trembles going through her made sure Vyra’ sinful body made every st drop spill between the halves of her bust.

  As such things often went, the male orgasm was over while the woman continued to tremble. Once he had pulled back, Vyra rexed her arm. Her breast parted with a sticky sound, precum, sweat and semen drew strands between the walls of the valley, until gravity had parted them too far. It took several seconds for the overabundant flesh to jiggle into a resting position, and even then her excited breaths kept them in motion for a long while.

  In the midst of her aftershocks, Vyra’s tongue stretched curiously towards the bit of cum that was spttered across her chin. One lick was all it took, for her to begin frantically scooping up the majority of it from her cleavage. The inhumanely pointy and dextrous tongue coiled around her fingers, licking them clean with meticulous hunger.

  ‘I suppose it is true what they say about vampires and succubi being retives,’ Rykard thought, following the scene with delight. His seed may not have been quite enough to send Vyra into another climax, but she sucked and pped it all off like it was the finest treat she had ever tasted. For a vampire, who fed off the magical essence in body fluids, his cum must have been quite potent. Blood would have been the preferred delivery for her kind.

  “Delishioush,” she slurred.

  Perhaps she could be appeased with his seed for the rest of her life. That would remain to be seen.

  The little outburst Vyra had gave Rykard the little time he needed to recover. His cock recovered from being half mast, soon standing at attention again. His eyes focused on her mons and the pretty pink slit at the centre. ‘How do I finalize this conquest?’

  Scooping as much of the sticky white off her white skin as was reasonable, the absurdly endowed vampire’s gaze returned to Rykard. Red eyes glowed with mesmerizing might, dimming all other colours in Rykard’s perception. The wish to worship her body rose in his mind involuntarily. A little growl reminded the submissive of her pce and she swiftly redirected her hypnotic irises.

  “You’ll need your pce engraved in your pretty mind,” Rykard decred.

  “Yes, Master,” she agreed, her voice sheepish and apologetic. To use her vampiric powers on him, even by accident and even without success, was a misstep that could not be tolerated. “Do with me as you wish.”

  “That goes without saying, Sve.” A wanton shudder went through her. Gripping her by the ankles, Rykard bent her in the position he desired. All she did in reaction was bite her lower lip. Like a proper toy, getting manhandled by her owner only served to excite.

  Rykard folded her near straight legs upwards. He was gentle at first, testing the limits of her flexibility, and grew more demanding when he found none. Knees next to her head, ankles pinned to the mattress, round, shapely ass curved off the sheets, she was entirely at his mercy. Her fangs dug a little deeper into the bck of her lower lip. Chin and tits glistened from the previous mess he made of her. The enormous mounds were squished between her banced, smooth thighs, confining an ocean of jiggle between half-tensed muscles.

  “Look at me,” Rykard demanded. Vyra’s gaze rose carefully. The moment their gazes met, the mesmerizing effect again descended on Rykard’s mind. Rather than chastise her, he stared back, taking in the full effect of her lust-fuelled hypnosis - and resisting it. “Struggle.” Vyra did as ordered, first half-hearted, then fully attempting to escape her chosen Master’s pinning strength. She barely managed to get her feet slightly off the mattress, before he wrestled her back down.

  The struggle intensified, combining both her vampiric strength and mesmerizing gaze to weaken him enough to throw him off. Nothing she did worked. She remained pinned underneath him. When the fact that she was well and truly at his mercy settled in, she let out a prolonged, wanton sigh. “Master,” she swooned. The proof of his supremacy had her dripping wet all over again. A powerful submissive loved nothing more than the treat of a more powerful dom.

  “Present yourself and beg.”

  The vestiges of struggle came to an immediate end. A moan in every breath, Vyra’s hands cwed at her ass. Mons pulled apart, her twitching insides overflowing with sweet honey, she gave him a proper showcase of his property. “Master, oh Master, that I was blessed with so suddenly, please feel it within you to complete my surrender. Cim my virginity, I plead, and fill my womb, if it so pleases you, with your fertile seed. From the depths of my undying heart, I urge you to indict me into a life at your side and feet, and to allow for this lust between us to blossom into true love. Haremette, sex sve, lover, submissive and breeding hole, make me all you desire. Take me, my Master.”

  “Good girl,” Rykard hummed, thoroughly pleased by her eloquent surrender. That grace was wiped off her features, when he leaned forwards. Putting his weight on her ankles, he made her raise her ass a little higher. She spread her pussy a little wider. He smirked a little more. His hard cock dropped precum onto her exposed folds, before pushing against them.

  Her virgin cunt was so tight and wet, he slipped off the first few attempts. Breath held, Vyra focused entirely on where their sexes met. On the fourth try, Rykard got the angle correct and began to sink into her.

  Her mons returned to their natural pce with a flexible jiggle. Cwing at the sheets under her ass instead, Vyra let out a long gasp, followed by an even longer moan. There was a short hitch to it, when he pushed through her hymen. No blood was drawn, the vampiric regeneration getting rid of the proof of virginity without any unsightly red staining the union of their pale bodies.

  “Oh, yeee-eesssss,” the dy of the tower excimed, his cock sinking ever deeper into the grip of her folds. Her snow-white exterior invoked a cold feeling, but her insides were every bit as hot as every other submissive he had ever had the pleasure of fucking and every bit as lined with folds, getting stretched by his girth.

  He bottomed out against her quivering quim, the moment of total union sending a synchronized grunt of fulfillment through the room. For a few seconds, he remained still inside her, just letting her grow accustomed to his size and the sensation of being filled like this. All rumbling breaths and appreciative, gssy-eyed attention, Vyra was underneath him, incapable of doing more than cw at the sheets and toss her head in desire. There was a single word for a dy that was sweaty, stained, and enraptured in that position. “Gorgeous,” Rykard complimented her.

  Vyra’s lips spread into a dreamy smile at that single word, before turning agape. Fast, Rykard had withdrawn his cock. Hard, he had driven it back inside. His thumbs dug into her calves. Immediately, he went for a pace that had the bed shaking.

  The force of each thrust was cushioned not by the vampire dy’s tits, but by her bubble butt this time around. From the pillow of her derriere, the impacts traveled down her torso, making the tits between her thighs quake and her head be tossed back. He smmed into her with every intent of leaving a permanent imprint of her in the mattress.

  “Pp! Pp! Pp!” the sounds of the rough lovemaking echoed in the room, overpowered only by Vyra’s incoherent screams. Gone was the dy and in was the submissive sex sve, getting the pleasure of being beneath her Master truly pounded into her mind, body and soul.

  “Oh Go- Oh Master! Oh Mashtahr!” she barely managed to staple words together. “Glory… oh yesssss…. Masterrrr… I’m…. you’re so… deeeeeeeep.” For as much as she likely had pyed herself in her virgin life, she had never penetrated herself even with a tool. “I’m… I’m…”

  Rykard gripped both of her ankles with one hand, to have the other free to take a forceful hold of her face. Lips contorted and cheeks squished under his grasp. “You’re mine,” he told her, getting the eagerest nod possible at the assertion, “and you’ll cum for me. Now.”

  Eyelids fluttered and Vyra’s cunt turned from a tight hole to a vice. Even the sheer wetness wasn’t enough to let Rykard keep moving. The walls cmped down, keeping him halfway inside her. Even with one hand, he was capable of keeping her spasming, folded body pinned.

  “Good girl,” he said, when he believed she’d hear it again over the blood rushing in her ears. The two words triggered a little spike in her aftershocks, making the definition of her thighs stand out a little more for a tense second. He would keep using that little phrase over and over again, until it was so deeply associated with orgasmic pleasure that it made her wet instantly. The many little aspects of training a sex sve.

  “Ma–ah-sssster,” she swooned, little reason left behind those eyes. “Uuuuuse meeee, pleeeaseeee.” The plea was genuine, the guilt of a true submissive in her eyes: what purpose did she have if she wasn’t a hole that wrung him dry?

  “I am harvesting you for all the wonderful sights your body has to offer,” he calmed that guilt with a sincere smile. What use was there in simply sting his physical need when there was so much domination to be done?

  That being said, he did feel like he was closing in on his own release. With all else he had done to her, there was no shame in chasing that simple high. Bowing down, he put his forehead against hers. All of his sight focused on her eyes. Even now, she was so drunk on lust she tried to hypnotize him by sheer instinct. The command his mind resisted was simple: ‘Fuck me’.

  “Let us found a new house of your dynasty,” he stated and half-demanded.

  The insides of the just deflowered vampire dy twitched at the announcement. “I pray for your success, Master,” she responded with sincerity bordering on crazed need.

  Rykard pulled back. Both hands around her ankles again, he took the time to get comfortable in his position above her. The seconds were far from wasted, teasing Vyra with his rock-hard rod inside her trembling folds.

  Ramping up slowly, he made the vampire sex sve feel the full spread of what he was capable of, until he was back to hammering into her quivering quim at a blurry speed. “Sssshhhooooo… ha-a-a-aa-aa-a-aaaaaard!” she screamed, staring empty-eyed at the ceiling. The head of the bed banged against the stone wall. “I’m… I’m…”

  “Not - yet,” Rykard growled and his submissive clenched her teeth. All of her strained against the demand to let the pressure building up inside her release. Her folds spasmed as much as her tits swayed back and forth. Desperate grunts compromised her elegant voice with primitive desperation.

  While she held herself back, Rykard raced towards the finish line. The wish to breed her was imbued in every loud, wet smack of his groin against her ass and cunt. Pussy juice spttered, the mixture of their fluids connected them with depraved strands that never got to break, so fast did he hammer into her - until he sheathed himself in his second permanent cocksleeve one more time.

  “Cum!” It was an order as much as it was a seal broken and a statement of fact. In the depths of her gripping cunt, he unloaded. As the first spurts pooled against the entrance of her womb, sprays of clear pussy juice broke against his lower abdomen. Vyra’s eyes rolled up, her screams turned silent, and for just a little while the entire room was quiet.

  Over and over again, Rykard’s shaft tensed. Spasming folds urged him to keep unloading inside her, and he did. White lightning nearly robbed him of his vision. Only the sight of Vyra’s cockdrunk face remained. A few moments were stretched out for an eternity, until his orgasm petered off. He was left heavily breathing, bowed over a gorgeous, pale, white-haired haremette - fully his and filled with the only seed her womb would ever know. A conquest realized in full.

  Vyra continued to spasm, as he drew his defting cock out of her. He released her ankles and her legs flopped back onto the mattress. Between them, her cunt was wide agape, the folds twitching still. A little bit of cum trickled out of her.

  “What a waste,” Vyra muttered, reaching between her legs to scoop it up. Again, she moaned in delight when she tasted him. “I… sincerely,” she stopped for a moment, taking a quivering breath, “wish your seed has taken. To be dominated, deflowered and bred all in the same day,” she smiled slyly, “it does certainly speak to your worthiness of having a harem, albeit not truly to your rulership.”

  “I won’t disappoint you,” Rykard promised. It would have been a kind of cruel he did not enjoy, to give her everything she had wanted and then reveal he was a scumbag unworthy of her. Letting out a hearty yawn, he id down in the bed. “You will have your answer in a few hours.” The pregnancy detection magic was equal parts minor Restoration and future telling, but even it needed to give the seed some time to attempt to take hold. “If it's not the one I want, I will simply change it.”

  Vyra giggled behind raised hand. She reminded him a lot of Miyo at that moment. They were both of the elegant noblewoman variety. “I’ll go freshen up,” she told him and swung her legs out of bed. “I will return to warm your bed afterwards. Please, rest from your travels, Master.”

  “Rykard,” he told her warmly. “You’ll know when to use the title and when my name. You’re my property by choice, after all.”

  The reminder made the white-haired woman smile, as she left the room. Rykard, for his part, closed his eyes. It had been a very successful day. A very long, successful day.