Betrothed To The Rogue King
I heard a feminine voice ask from inside his suite, and it all made sense why he stood peeking out at me like an undressed woman.
"Is that Morrigan?" I asked, as I pushed the door open to see for myself. There was Morrigan, completely naked and my god! She was beautiful. I stood, just staring at her firm and full breasts, the curve of her womanly hips. She had no cellulite, stretch mark or even a scratch anywhere. Her skin was pure, glassy, glowing and even toned.
Morrigan boldly waved at me. "Hey, Clara! Joining us for round two?" She asked, laughing mockingly as she drank wine from a tall elegant glass.
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