Intro Paragraph: Darker Fun
It was a hell of a day to be in Faery. The wind didn’t behave normally, nor did the rain fall in its normal brilliant colors. King Bela sat in his chair watching the rain pound multi colored grass and sighed. The scent of jasmine had died down in Faery since the land lost its queen. He needed to find a suitable replacement.
He needed to get over his lust for his one pupil too. But…well the image of her sucking his cock would make for a good fantasy. But it’d get them no closer to finding a queen. She didn’t possess the one gene that royal bloodlines possessed that the Lord and Lady marked them with to indicate royalty. Sighing, he resolved himself to his duties for the day.