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thrust twice more. A primitive groan escaped his
beautiful lips before he pulled out and released his warm seed against her
bottom.
    They fell back onto the bed, their bodies entwined as they
lay on their sides. She listened to his jagged breathing as her senses
returned. She'd miscalculated him. Each second longer she spent with him proved
that more and more.
    As he eased her soaked hair from her shoulder and kissed her
tingling skin...as his hand drifted down to her bottom and lathered his cum
across her backside...she knew she couldn't make the mistake again.
    No, Mace could never be underestimated.

Chapter Four
     
    "Next order of business." Nayla kept her posture straight
and her face solemn as she looked around at the table of men, hoping they
wouldn't guess what--or who--was on her mind.
    Mace.
    She shifted on her throne, her pussy moistening from the
mere memory of how he'd pleased her the night before. After he'd tied her up
and claimed her with his beautiful cock, he'd softened to her touch. And now
she wanted nothing more than for this day to be over so she could visit him
again.
    To imagine a Were had captured her desires so thoroughly
that she could think of nothing else. She pictured him in her mind as she'd
said goodbye, leaving him tangled in bed sheets. She remembered clearly how in
between the glimpses of anger, he'd looked at her as if he'd known her a
hundred years.
    Even though there was an obvious war in his mind, his taming
had been easy. She only hoped he wouldn't regret the passion they'd shared. She
hoped he wouldn't regress and give in to the rage.
    "My Queen?" Fenton, her appointed councilman from the lower
valley, broke her thoughts. "The coven of witches I warned you about has
threatened to stop the flow of the river that leads to Webster's Farm. They
insist Webster owes them monetary compensation for services rendered."
    Nayla held back a sigh. Was there ever a session when Fenton
didn't bring up the witches? Like many of Paqualette's residents, he feared the
power of the coven but for all Nayla knew, the witches stayed to themselves and
never caused any trouble.
    "What services?" she asked, more curious than anything else.
    "They insist they're the reason Webster's fields are
thriving with wheat." Fenton cleard his throat. "He'd allegedly gone to them
during the drought and asked them to cast a spell for precipitation."
    "Ah. And Webster denies this claim?"
    "No, my Queen, he doesn't deny requesting the spell, but he
does deny the coven was the reason the drought was broken."
    Nayla tapped her foot on the floor. Webster always was a
cheap son of a bitch. "If the coven wishes to stop the river from flowing to
Webster's Farm then so be it. But I ask that they allow it to flow beyond the
farm so no others are harmed."
    "My Queen, the coven has no proof--"
    "Please, Fenton, the drought lasted for weeks. I'd wondered
myself if the witches had any part in the recent rain. Whether it's true or
not, they'll have to work it out amongst themselves."
    "But--"
    "But nothing. Is there any other business before I adjourn?"
    "My Queen." Saul stepped from the shadows in the corner of
the room.
    "Yes, Saul?"
    "I'm sorry to interrupt, but we have a problem with your
WereSlave."
    The image of Mace's naked body popped into her mind. Defined
muscles, tanned skin, sleek build, enticing cock. She tilted her head down,
trying to hide the heat that crawled up her neck to her cheeks. Then she guided
Saul to the corner of the room, for some privacy. "What of him?" she asked,
keeping her voice low.
    "He allowed us to move him into your personal chambers as
you requested but he has refused to eat or allow us to properly contain him."
Saul drew his salt-and-pepper eyebrows together. "We've tried to respect him as
your property, my Queen, but it's nearly impossible. He's said he won't eat
until the prisoners in the dungeon are given proper care. And he wants proof of
it."
    "Well," Fenton muttered, clearly having heard Saul's