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As a Di-ore Anna was supposed to entertain.  She hadn’t actually braced herself for an amorous king when she was sent to the realm of Anka, king of Charra.


Anna had accepted that it might happen that she would be expected to grace the bed of the barbarian king—not that it would.  But Anka was king and he did not give a flying fuck what the sky people expected to get out of their offer of a Di-ore. As soon as he had gotten his first, thorough look, he decided he wanted—and what he wanted, he took, and the hell with the consequences.


What Anka had not expected was that he jumped so fast he not only took Anna’s breath away, he leapt right into the fire.

Nine Realms of the Uti: 3 Spartan

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