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    Princess
Amagoria walked the forest pathways, her bare feet feeling the loamy earth
beneath her and her bare skin being caressed by the gentle evening breezes. She
had shed her blue dress back at the boundary to this area. Clothing was
allowed, of course. But he preferred her to be naked when she approached.
    He. Him.
The…thing that controlled this section of the forest and claimed it as his own.
He had arrived here in Pallathor nearly two years ago, and laid his claim to
this place, protecting it from any who would argue his right of ownership.
    It wasn’t
the only thing he had laid claim to.
    Her long
red hair spilled over her shoulders and down her chest, tickling her breasts
and her sensitive nipples. She was only just nineteen, and being naked still
had a certain thrill for her. Especially now that she knew what it could lead
to. Did lead to, where he was concerned.
    There
were two birch trees ahead, one to either side of the path. This was the
marker. The unofficial doorway into his living space. The forest around here
was his by claim, and fools walked there. But this path led into his home. And
it wasn’t just foolish to come here. It was a death sentence.
    Except
for Amagoria. She had been chosen to be the Kingdom’s emissary when she was
just seventeen years old, barely a woman, and still naïve to many things
adults did. She wasn’t ignorant of those things any longer. He accepted her
presence here. In fact, he had required it as a condition of his not wiping out
the villages of Tragon and Trapol, which had declared war on him.
    That war
had lasted the space of an afternoon, when none of the brave men the villages
sent out had come back.
    Her thin
body trembled as she reached the two birch trees. She knew what she was here for.
She had done this once a week for the last year and a half. But it didn’t make
it any less exciting.
    Swallowing,
she brought up her courage and stepped forward.
    He knew
she was there immediately, as he always did. Here, the path ended in a
clearing, and lanterns were lit around it in the branches of trees overhead. In
that dim light she could see him, standing opposite her, far enough back that
the lanterns cast thick shadows over his cloaked form.
    She
curtsied to him, her nakedness making the gesture feel awkward. He had seen her
this way several times before, and she was over being bashful as she stood
there revealed to him. In fact, the thought of him even now staring at her
smooth flesh, at her developed breasts, at the dark cleft between her thighs, aroused
her. She felt her face flush, and felt the heat rising in the depths of her
most secret spaces. Her fingers trailed idly across her crotch, stroking her
pubic lips and her swelling clit.
    “Good
evening, Amagoria,” he said to her in his growling voice. “It is time again.”
    She bowed
her head, trying to keep her fingers from playing with herself. It was like
they had a mind of their own. He always had this effect on her.
    Because
even if he was a monster, their time together was something special to her.
    He
thumped forward into the light, massive body huddle beneath that cloak he
insisted on wearing until he knew she was alone. There had been far too many
people who had feared him just because of his looks. He didn’t take that chance
anymore.
    But now
he let the cloak fall to the ground around him and stood to his true height.
The beast within was magnificent to her eyes. Dark, sleek skin that covered a
muscular and thick body. Arms with corded muscles that led to huge hands. Huge,
but gentle hands. His neck was long and sinewy and bent low to keep his head at
her eye level. His eyes were the glowing yellow of purest gold, slitted like a
snake’s and set to either side of his leonine face. A mane of short, dark green
hairs swept from the top of his head all the way down the back of his neck and
down his body to end just before the tip of his whip-like tail.
    He
stretched, and as he did his wings unfurled, dark