My body was enough to make trouble, and Lady Maeve knew it. Convinced Throne might cheat with me, she offloaded me to the so-called impotent black serpent warlord, sending me off with a sly, dismissive warning: "Maybe he's good with his hands." She underestimated him completely. By night, I was the one losing control, caught in the grip of his huge tail and praying for mercy. Impotent? Not even close.
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