Chapter 38

Laryn

She's priceless.

I should be angry that she thinks she will dictate about fucking, but I'm not. There is nothing better than a good game of shark and little fish. I know she's a virgin. All the brides are virgins. She's also afraid. Unlike my former brides, she hides it behind bravado. I like that. I like her.

I've seduced brides many times. Once they settle, their frightened mouse persona fades and their true female nature shows. They become cross at some small transgression and I seduce them from their sour mood. I enjoy that game and I always win.

It only makes it more thrilling this time because my new bride is different. She doesn't wail and beg. She doesn't use tears to dissuade me from my course. She uses a chair and even her small fist. She's a warrior and this should be fun.

What isn't fun is the stiff burden of my cock. I head to my chambers and mentally send a message to my manservant. "Deliver a tray of fruit and cheese to my bride. Take care that she doesn't kill yo