Hostilities had not ceased with the Cauldron, and as a valuable commodity—a beautiful, fertile woman—she was to be protected in the safest of all possible environments. Of this—being treated like property—she had little opinion. That was the way it had always been. Why change it now? It was enjoyable, in a way, to be treasured and admired for what she possessed by birth. She had been raised to believe this was how it should be. But at the same time, her heart sung with rebellious thoughts. She wanted Brall. Was that possible anymore, at all? She thought not. She thought perhaps he was too proud a man to take someone who had been fucked like she had last night. And that made it all the more unfair for her—it was good, what happened last night. Case’s cock. Troy’s cock. Everyone’s cock—she had been born to take a fucking like that. Her tight, firm body was ready for another, even now. If anything, she felt more equipped to deal with a super-stud like Brall than ever because of what she had been through.
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