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slightly swollen and her bare breasts bore the imprint of his teeth.
    Yes, Caddoc thought. She has the look of a woman well serviced. He smiled at her. In the throne room, ’Enakai might command the respect of all Lemoria, but here, in her bed, she was just a woman, hungry and grateful for what he could give her. “Come here,” he commanded.
    She laughed and tossed her head.
    He could still taste her sweet juices on his tongue, and as she crawled across the bed toward him, he felt his groin tightening with desire. This time, he would throw her down and ride her like a dolphin until she screamed. He grabbed hold of a section of her hair and wound it around his fist. “On your knees, woman,” he ordered.
    “Ohh ...”
    She squealed as he flipped her face down so that her naked buttocks lay nestled like pearls on the bed of seaweed. He was rock-hard as he covered her with his body and plunged deep inside her.
    “Ah ... ah.”
    The sensation of her ridged passage excited him even more. Groaning, he yanked the rope of her hair across her mouth to silence her as he drove into her again and again. She bucked and twisted, intensifying his pleasure, and he used his free hand to grasp one of her breasts, squeezing and kneading her soft flesh until spasms of excitement rocked her body. He could feel his own climax gathering, rising to a crescendo of need. The scent of her was maddening, whipping and magnifying his urge to possess her fully. Again and again he pounded his engorged phallus into her.
    “You’re mine, ’Enakai!” he screamed. “Mine! Do you understand! I am king here!” And finally, with those words, he slipped over the edge of the chasm and he found the sweet release that so often eluded him.
    Satiated and panting, he fell back against the cushions. Dimly, he heard her sobbing beside him, whether from pain or pleasure, he didn’t know or care. He seized a handful of her thick hair and pulled her to him, using that dark, silken mass to wipe himself clean. He wondered whether his seed would take root in her belly. Perhaps. Atlantean-Lemorian hybrids were possible, and he imagined he was as virile as his father. And if she did quicken with his offspring it might strengthen his position here in ’Enakai’s kingdom.
    “Do as I say,” he murmured, stroking her back, marveling at the erotic texture of her indigo scales and the tiny stub of a ridged tail that so intrigued him. “Kill Alexandros at once.”
    She lifted her head. “And what of the human female?”
    Caddoc shrugged. “Kill her as well. Or throw her into the flow. It will please your priestesses, won’t it? They’re always pestering you for fresh sacrifices.”
    “And if I do dispose of Prince Alexandros, does that put you one step closer to Poseidon’s throne?”
    “I am the eldest. The crown should have been mine when our father died. If you would lend your support, I could still be high king.”
    “My support or my armies?” She chuckled. “You’re ambitious, Caddoc. I like that in a man. It’s refreshing.”
    His hand tightened around her wrist. “Then you’ll help me? When I’m Poseidon—”
    “Not when, but if,” she said. “I’ll think about it. I’d have to be convinced that it would be in Lemoria’s favor to make war on Atlantis. My first duty is to my own kingdom. Wars are costly in many ways. My people would be hard to persuade.”
    He lifted her hand and pressed kisses against her knuckles. “Your word is law. No one would dare to oppose your decision.”
    She nibbled her bottom lip thoughtfully. “You don’t understand, my darling. It’s easy to command people to do what they want to do, not so much if they disagree. I am the supreme ruler because I give the Lemorians what they desire—peace, plenty, freedom.”
    “You’re too soft, ’Enakai. A queen should not concern herself with the opinions of lesser mortals. When I am Poseidon, I’ll rule with an iron hand. You’ll see then what—”
    “Enough of