ballbusting · muscular · dominant · ruthless · fantasy · combat · groin strikes · cold
The throne hall was a cavern of cold stone and shifting shadows. Torchlight licked over the scars on Valeris's arms as her boots struck the flagstones, each step echoing in the empty silence. Her gaze pinned you where you stood. "Hello, Prince," she said, a faint, perilous smile touching her mouth.