“Get out of here.”
Broderick snickered. “I wonder where those sluts are now. One of the squires said Faewyn was around earlier in the week?”
“She’s gone,” Cassel said. “Honestly I’m not sure she’ll ever be back.”
“A pity,” Broderick grumbled. “Gods, she had such a perfect little ass…”
“Get out of here.”
“Oh, fine.” The knight-lieutenant turned to leave but abruptly stopped at the door. “Since we’re not under threat of imminent death anymore, some of the boys and I thought we’d hit the brothel again tonight. Apparently there are a couple of new girls in town. I figure we should get to know them while they’re still working for half price. You want to join us?”
“Tempting, but I really need to catch up on all this paperwork,” Cassel said. “The Council wants fresh reports every day.”
Broderick grunted. “Escar’s mercy, you must have really upset her. Are you sure she didn’t kill the real knight-captain and return with a doppleganger?”
Cassel sighed. “If you do see the general, please send her my way. I need her signature on a few things.”
“I will.”
After the door closed behind him, I silently counted to ten before I removed my mouth from Cassel’s cock and leaned up from under his desk. “‘Quite personable,’” I said, licking at my sodden lips. “You think I’m ‘quite personable?’”
“I didn’t want to oversell it,” he protested. “Our relationship is none of their business.”
“No, but you don’t have to lie on my account,” I said, slowly dragging my tongue up the length of the shaft. If I hadn’t already sucked him off once this morning, he absolutely would have spilled by now. “You can go ahead and brag to your friends if you want.”
Cassel grunted as he ran his fingers back through my hair. “I’m a Knight of the Silver Fist. I would never kiss and tell.”
“Uh huh,” I murmured, slowly lathering the swollen tip. “From what I can tell, you Silver Fist boys never talk about anything else.”
“Well, we are the rightful defenders of Highwind. We should be…” He groaned and threw his head back when I swallowed him whole. “We should be rewarded from time to time.”
I held his cock as deep as I could down my throat until he was a split second from erupting, at which point I abruptly popped up and leaned back on my haunches. As much as I wanted to taste his thick gratitude again, I felt like playing with my food a bit first.
“Well, whenever you do finally tell them, just make sure to include all the details,” I said as I slowly stood up, turned around, and bent over the edge of his desk. The riding heels on my thigh-high leather boots lifted my ass to face level, and my armored leather skirt was short enough he would definitely be able to tell that I hadn’t bothered wearing a thong.
“Details,” Cassel rasped, sliding his hands up my bare thighs until they reached my aching quim. “What kind of details?”
“The filthy ones.” I nibbled at my lip and closed my eyes when he slipped a finger inside me. “Tell them how hard you fucked me. Tell them how tightly my elven cunt gripped your cock.”
“Tell them how good it felt to spill inside me,” I whimpered. “Tell them how good it felt to spill on my tits over and over again until you had nothing left.”
Cassel stood, and I felt the thick head of his swollen cock press against the smoldering entrance to my quim. His hands feathered through my long, splayed blonde hair and wound it together into a ponytail. “I could tell them how the huntress secretly likes being the prey,” he said. “I could tell them how, at the end of a long day, there’s nothing she wants more than to be treated like a cunt.”
He yanked hard on the ponytail, snapping my head back as he thrust into me. This time I couldn’t help but cry out, and he slapped my ass so hard it left a mark.
“They won’t believe a word of it, of course,” Cassel said as he leaned down over me and nibbled at my long ear. “But then, that’s the whole point, isn’t it?”
I grinned as he slammed into me over and over again. In truth, this might have been the first time in my life that I truly didn’t give a damn what anyone else believed. I was exactly who I was meant to be: Serrane Starwind, Ranger-General of the Duskwatch and a member of the Highwind Council. I was the exact same person when on the battlefield or when bent over a desk. It was the most liberating feeling in the multiverse.
And from this point forward, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One: Revelations
Chapter Two: Denial
Chapter Three: Epiphany
Chapter Four: Submission
Epilogue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Epilogue