LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS
His braids fell forward, brushing her flushed cheeks.
Gorak leaned close, voice a low growl meant only for her.
“You fight like a demon, little sun. Best I’ve seen from a human. But you didn’t touch my horn.”
He rose in one fluid motion, hauling her up by one arm until she stood trembling but unbroken before him.
Gorak turned to his court, voice booming. “The princess fought well and lost. By right of conquest, she is mine. My spoil of war.”
Then, quieter, so only she heard, his tusked mouth brushed her ear.