“Elizabeth sheathed her sword, knelt behind him, and strangled him to death with his own large bowel.”

“Oh, I was two seconds from jumping on his back and strangling him from behind… with love, of course.”

“The voice of a rebeck echoed from somewhere behind him. The music echoed and echoed until it entered his head, still echoing. It suffused his body and he felt himself to be large, very large, not a child at all. And his skin was not his own.”

“The next thing she knew, his c#ck nudged at her entrance. “Condom,” she managed.“Taken care of.” He guided her hand to the base of his shaft so she could feel the sheath. “Ride me, Elizabeth.”With a shift of her hips, she brought him into her, igniting desire she thought spent as he stretched her, stroked her inner walls.”

“What did I tell you, Mr. Pippin?' said Sam, sheathing his sword. 'Wolves won't get him. That was an eye-opener, and no mistake! Nearly singed the hair off my head!”

“His gaze held hers, and his voice was tender and rough. “Love me, Elizabeth.” Elizabeth felt a tremor run through her entire body, but she looked at him without flinching. “I do.”