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ct it towards the bathroom tiles, watching with heightened pleasure as a fat load of cream bu

atching with utter displeasure as I take laboured breaths beneath her in the tub. "Is it work stress?"

l, as athletic as they come. I am not "weak". It's just that Bigail's monstrosity during sex is simply scary. She shakes her head and steps into t

rface of the water as if playing on a piano. "

swers her question. I'l

ares at me. "You promised you won't be th

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e, creating a little splash. "It's why you've got slaves and taskmasters and

er down. She rests her head once again on my shoulder. "It's okay, baby," I whisper in her ear. "Today will sti

a wall around ou

er see. It will go round and round and will sh

is complete. Currently the wolves give birth in large numbers like fowls, an obvious strategy to someday conquer our realm

n't happen

on of the Fox Queen Saar, heir to th

we towel our bodies and I ogle at her long hair falling over her shoulders like wet grass. Her best features are her legs, which currently stick out from h

her towel still tied around her chest downwards, falls like a log on th

he says, her face

huge as palm trees suddenly walk towards me like toy soldiers. The flank me and sta

e is preternat

the soldiers brings out an umbrel

t would mean being a slave working under this scorching temperature. Yet when I reconsider that

ctly

use we foxes are realists, one of the few species in the universe w

these lowlives and bri

oxes start to shout and chant my name. Prince Vaughn, Prince V

and engineers, and even the slaves, all get the adrenaline rush. And perhaps if I decide to be naughty, to practically murder someone with excitem

dies down and ever

t tree, and I know I'll be here for o

emonium arises sever

attend to her, not even her fellow slaves. Then a girl with long, brown disheveled hair appro

a we

in the fox realm. Yet among

ly that

ticed how dirty she was, like someone who hadn't bathed in decades. It was nauseating, to say the least

istress said. "The

ou," I replied

alace,

n't look that way. The girl deserves s

" The mistress

. No slave would help their fellow sl

l to stand, and he brings out his whip. He tries to strike the old witc

isn't that close. I stand from my seat und

the girl and ask

ng, her body arched over the

master is about going to force he up when

up on her own

I see it. The bloody beau

r is brown. Shoulders are angular from her daily labour. In my four hundred years as a fo

from the clan of our number one enemies.

urely be foxes currently

ow t