Wild Dreams [Story Collection]
I had heard them gossiping by the washing stream only two days past, their voices low and breathy, hands moving dreamily over their own bodies as they spoke.
“He takes her every night,”
Lira had sighed, cupping cool water over the swell of her breasts as if imagining massive, clawed hands instead.
“Hard and deep, for hours, until she screams herself hoarse with pleasure. They say his cock is thick as a man’s wrist and he never tires. And the blessings… gods, her family’s fields burst with grain, their coffers overflow with gold, and every child born after is strong and beautiful. Who wouldn’t want to be the one he chooses?”