The cute young woman gasped and giggled, eyeing him naughtily. XXX He had already walked up to the large stone desk sandwiched between two storage structures that hugged the obsidian wall, studying its contents. “Alastair, Fifth King, my father.” His voice was firm, but not demanding or sly as usual. Her breasts bounced, her raven hair swished heavily behind her back, and a determined grin spread across her lips; the chase was on. All she knew was that it had been incredible and otherworldly; seemingly impossible, yet achieved with a flowing, natural grace. “I assure you that I am even more fun up close.”
“I don’t know,” she spoke innocently, “Isn’t it dangerous to play with such a naughty demon?”
His beautiful laugh drifted across the room.
