The Morning After

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Maliar trailed her hand down Zath's spine. The shar grinned at her, his spikes gouging holes in her pillows.

"I'm going to kill her, you know," she said.

He shrugged and reached for her, pulling her close. "Why haven't you yet?"

"She won't answer my challenge." The elf woman let her long fingers trail down his body. Oh, she had enjoyed last night after the wedding. The release of all the incredible frustration that had plagued her of late had let her sleep soundly. "I want this to be official. The gurite born Kleopatra will have died by my hand."

He covered her breasts with his hands, massaging them lightly, as they lay facing one another on the bed. "She denies that name. You heard her say that Kleopatra was dead. But her death can be planned later, my dear. We're having more fun than them and you know it."

She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them with a gasp. "Zath-!"

He grinned at her and continued to wreak havoc with her body.

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