Aiden sat cross-legged, his powerful frame relaxed but commanding. His massive cock stood proudly upright — twelve inches of thick, wrist-girth, heavily veined, muscular shaft, the fat flared head glistening with pre-cum. It twitched occasionally, hungry for the next wife.
Lysandra, Princess of the Grimclaw goblin kingdom, sat infront of him with graceful, princess-like poise. She had left everything for this man — her throne, her people, her entire world — to follow her first love, her husband, into the human capital. And she had never once regretted it.
