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A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms – Baelor x female!reader

A Whore for your Prince, I don't really know what this is. I just woke up horny and decided to make it your problem. It's just me dreaming about being Baelor's wife🤷Plot? never heard of it. Just SMUT 18+ with some pinches of fluff. Established relationship, p in v, oral, breeding kink if you squint, truly it's just a girls wet dream and boy do I want that old man fuck me senseless in all the possible ways.

House of the Dragon – Gwayne Hightower x female!reader

Burnt Bread And Broken Hearts // Words: 5,8K // Warnings: SMUT 18+// Summary: a wounded knight, a healer's hut, and a love neither of them can afford

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Marvel – Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Looking for something quiet SMUT 18+, oral (m receiving), AU set somewhere after Civil War where Bucky lives in the Avenger's tower basement, virgin!Bucky. You don’t fit in at the Tower, you don’t fit in with Tony Stark as your dad, but you do fit perfectly beside the one person who looks like he’s been waiting for a friend as badly as you have

I can see you staring at my ass SMUT 18+, suggestive, teasing, oral (f receiving), after Thundebolts timeline. A teasing game in the Tower kitchen slowly escalates into something unexpected.

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Sihtric x female!reader

It’s just a hump, no strings based on this request SMUT 18+: friends with benefits medieval style😅

One time thing based on this request, SMUT 18+ (sihtric x reader x finan) Plot? Never heard of it. Just pure filth and I must say I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. Two handsome warriors and a girl that is brave enough to dream.

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Masema Dagar was many things; wealthy businessmen, vampire and an amazing dresser. One thing everyone who ever saw him could agree on was that he was just as discerning with his woman as he was with business deals. No two of his lovers ever looked the same but all were as beautiful and talented as a pageant queen. It was well known he didn’t keep them around for a long time and to be one of his ladies was a ticket to a far better life.

At least, that’s what he was like before he met you. You, with your sweet scent and dazzling eyes, had ensnared him completely when you accidentally ran into each other at the antique mall he loved to browse. You were one of the seasonal workers, tasked with helping test the vintage dishware for radioactive paint and properly assess everything that came in before it went to the floor. You looked up to apologize, breath catching at the intense gaze in his eyes, before muttering your apology.

Masema, however, was already picturing what you’d look like in the 1957 Bar Suit from Dior with matching pumps. You were exactly what he was looking for, and mentally he was already moving meetings around so he could take you to his stylist and completely redo your entire wardrobe. He grinned at your wide eyed look, the tips of his fangs peeking out and glinting in the low light of the Edison bulbs illuminating the warehouse. Your sharp intake of breath and the sudden fluttering of your heart didn’t go unnoticed by the man who suddenly needed you to become his and only his. He took your hand, bringing it slowly to his lips to kiss the back of your hand and giving you his most charming smile.

“No need to apologize, little one. I came here looking for something specific and it appears I’ve just found it,” he said smoothly, the timbre of his voice sending shivers down your back in tandem with his fingertips gently rubbing over the veins of your wrists.

If you weren’t already speechless, he may have stolen your breath entirely with that statement. Your head was spinning and you were so lost in his eyes that you forgot you were at work. Attempting to regain some control over yourself and be professional, you cleared your throat awkwardly and went to take your hand back, but he simply tightened his grip and pulled you closer, turning your hand over to inhale your scent along your wrist.

“You smell delicious, little one. Something so sweet must have a name to match. Tell me it,” he spoke in that rich cadence, eyes locking with yours as his mouth watered at the thought of sinking his fangs into your skin. When you stuttered out your name, he tasted it on his tongue and found he liked it far more than he should. He needed no introduction, but he gave you one all the same and you swore he groaned when you spoke his name in your lovely voice.

“A pretty name for a pretty lady, and far too beautiful to be working. Your man should be providing for a little thing like yourself, unless you don’t have one?” He was only asking out of courtesy, he’d already made up his mind you were leaving with him.

As personal as this conversation had quickly become, you found you couldn’t help but indulge. He was alarmingly handsome, charming and seemed wholly focused on you. Sure, he might not keep you for a long time, but it would be a fun one nonetheless.

“Umm, no. I don’t have a…man in my life,” you said quietly, allowing Masema to lead you towards the register where your boss was. He hummed in response, never releasing your hand.

“Their loss, since you will be mine now,” he said with a grin before waving your boss over. “This lovely lady and the red crushed velvet divan are coming with me,” he stated, pulling a small stack of cash out of his suit jacket and setting it on the counter. His tone left no room for debate, and he kissed your fingers before telling you to go collect your things. You listened, hearing your coworkers whisper how lucky you were as he always treated his girls very well. You only heard the stories, but you were both intrigued and confused as to why his focus was on you.

By the time you finally pulled your head from the clouds some time later, you realized you were in his car on the way to some store. The dark tint on the windows didn’t hide the fact you were on Fifth Avenue, names of stores you could only dream of entering passing by. You must have looked bewildered because you heard him chuckle beside you in the back of the town car.

“No lady of mine will wear anything that’s available to the masses. You have a body made to be dressed in Chanel and Yves Saint Laurent,” he reached up, his thumb tracing over the pulse point on your neck as he heard your heart beat erratically in your chest. “Your lovely neck was meant to display Tiffany, Cartier and Harry Winston pieces. It would be a crime not to clothe you in proper attire,” he said softly, his fingertips gently tracing along your collarbone and you were reeling from the sudden change in your life once more.

The reality of your situation only started sinking in when you were standing on a little platform in front of several mirrors and staring at your reflection in a square neck black dress, the hem of the white petticoat barely visible underneath the fabric of the skirt. The dress was simple yet classic, something you never pictured yourself wearing and suddenly you were feeling very out of place in the dressing room. Masema sensed your discomfort, noting the way your hands hovered along the silhouette of your dress. He approached you from behind, gently grabbing your hands and wrapping them and his arms around your waist.

”What is going on in that pretty head of yours, hm? Talk to me, little one,” he whispered in your ear, lips trailing along the column of your neck as you leaned back in his embrace.

”This is all so much and so fast. This morning I was getting dressed for work, and now I am standing in a luxury store wearing a dress that costs as much as my rent. I feel like I am in a waking dream,” you answered, sighing when he nipped at your ear. “I do not belong here…” you trailed off, feeling his grip tighten around you as he met your gaze in the mirror.

“Never think such thoughts of yourself. You belong wherever I say you do, understood?” He said firmly, hoping to banish any more of those thoughts from your mind.

You nodded, feeling weak in the knees at his intensity. You briefly wondered if he was like this with the previous women, but that thought didn’t linger long as you were swept away to try on another outfit he picked out.

Weeks passed and you learned that Masema was nothing if not serious when he took a lover. You were moved into his stately house practically the day you met him, and he paid to have your lease broken from the shoebox you once called your apartment. When you asked him why he was doing all this for you, he simply said you were meant to be doted on and he wanted to be the one that provided for you. You decided not to question him further as his answer seemed genuine and you never had someone want to care for you like that.

The first time he fed from you was an experience you won’t forget. He was working on some paperwork in his office when you found him, his hair hanging loose from his usual top knot as he pinched the bridge of his nose. You had only been with him for a few days, but he told you he would never demand anything of you, especially as a payment for his gifts to you. However, you couldn’t help but notice how exhausted he looked and you wanted to do something for him. You don’t know what compelled you to do it, but you walked into his office unannounced and perched yourself on his desk, hands gripping the edge of the mahogany as you looked at him.

Masema perked up at your presence, his eyes slowly trailing up your form with a smirk. He thought you looked so cute in that moment, but his mind soon wandered to depraved images of you writhing on the surface as he fucked you hard.

“I want you to bite me,” you said, gently swinging your feet as your words pulled Masema from his thoughts. The heat in his gaze intensified and he licked his lips, both actions having you squeeze your thighs together.

“Are you certain you wish for that? Being fed on is an…intense sensation, to put it politely,” he stated as he sat up, while internally he was trying desperately to keep himself from doing what you wanted. You nodded but he wasn’t accepting that, he needed to hear it from your lips. “No, little one. Use your words and tell me.”

You blushed and looked down, only for Masema to stand from his chair and tilt your head up with two fingers under your chin. The look in his eyes told you that he wouldn’t ask twice and you stuttered out a breath.

“Yes, I am sure,” you replied softly, feeling his thumb trace your bottom lip.

Masema brushed your hair back away from your neck, his other hand coming up to cradle the back of your head tenderly. He placed featherlight kisses along your jawline towards your pulse point, relishing in the little sigh you let out as you exposed your neck to him and spread your legs, allowing him to slide between them.

“It will hurt briefly, then that pain will fade to pleasure,” he whispered against your skin, free hand gripping your waist and pulling you closer to him. He didn’t give you time to think yourself out of this, his fangs piercing your skin causing you both to moan. The moment your blood washed over his tongue, he knew he’d never crave another the way he craves you.

Your hands gripped his biceps, feeling his muscles flex beneath the fabric of his button up shirt. You felt lightheaded and dizzy with desire, pressing your chest against his and whimpering at the feelings coursing through your body. After a few moments, Masema pulled away, running his tongue along the puncture marks to clean up any lingering blood and looking into your half lidded eyes.

“You taste divine, like you were crafted to be my favorite drug,” he murmured, cupping your cheek gently and kissing your temple. “I should reward you for sharing yourself with me.”

His other hand slipped underneath your skirt, the coolness of his touch causing you to shiver as his fingers danced along your inner thigh. He chuckled when he reached your core, feeling how wet you were already as he teased you through the fabric of your ruined underwear while you moaned softly at the contact.

”All worked up for me? Don’t worry, I will take care of you,” he said, sliding your underwear to the side and inserting two fingers into your heat, relishing in the way you gripped him tighter. There was no teasing or light touches, Masema focused on bringing you to your peak before he intended to ravage you.

The feeling of his thick fingers inside you as he sought that spot that would have you making more of your pretty noises had your eyes closing in blissful pleasure, but he wasn’t having that. He tangled the fingers of his free hand in your hair, tugging hard enough to cause you to gasp and look up at him with wide eyes.

”Eyes on me, sweet thing. I want to watch you come undone on my hand before I give you my cock,” he practically commanded, watching as your lips parted when you stuttered out a moan. You obeyed, your eyes hooded but still locked on his.

”Good girl,” he purred, those simple words being all you needed to fall over the edge. Masema relished in the way you gripped his arms and groaned his name, and he vowed he’d spend the rest of his life seeing this view of you. He finally released your hair and let you collapse back on the desk, your chest heaving as he licked his fingers clean, groaning at the taste. You cursed at how much that little action had you wanting to clean his fingers yourself, and he chuckled at your expression.

“Next time, little one. Right now, I need to be inside you,” he said as he undid his belt, sliding the black leather free the belt loops of his custom tailored dark gray slacks. He deftly wrapped the belt around your hands, leaning over you as he placed your bound wrists above your head. “Do not move your hands or I will stop. Understood?”

You nodded your response but he cocked his brow in a way that had you scrambling to answer him. “Yes sir,” you breathed out, watching as he stood straight up and undid his trousers with a grin. Your mouth watered at the sight of his erection springing free, wondering what he tasted like and how that vein would feel on your tongue. You whimpered and shimmied a bit on the wood surface, only for Masema to slap your inner thigh.

”Patience. You will take what I give you, sweet one. You will enjoy it, I promise,” he said firmly, gripping your thighs and spreading your legs further apart so he could see all of you. The underwear you wore was cute, but kept him from what he wanted so he ripped them off you. You gasped when you heard the fabric rip, but Masema didn’t give you a chance to say anything before he lined up and thrust into you, groaning at the way you felt around him.

He barely gave you a chance to adjust to his size before he gripped your hips bruisingly, setting a head spinning pace that had the desk rattling with his movements. A few pens and one of the little desk ornaments hit the ground, but that didn’t deter the vampire currently making his fantasy a reality. You couldn’t control the downright depraved sounds falling from your lips and Masema seemed wholly unconcerned if the rest of the manor could hear what you two were up too. You desperately wanted to touch him, but his warning from earlier broke through the pleasurable haze in your mind and you reached up to grip the edge of the desk, a poor attempt at keeping yourself grounded since Masema seemed determined to have you hurtling toward oblivion.

For his part, Masema could feel his control slipping. The way you looked in that moment, taking him so beautifully and the even more lovely sounds you were making had him feeling things no other woman had before. It stroked his ego, knowing that he got to see you so wrecked from his own actions. The vision you painted on his memories was better than his wildest dreams and he could feel his own climax building, but he needed to feel you finish first. One hand moved from your hip to your sensitive nub, his thumb rubbing circles at just the right speed and pressure that had your back arching off the desk and letting out a guttural groan. After one particularly harsh thrust, he felt your walls squeeze him tightly before you soaked him once more, your legs trembling beneath his large hands as he followed after you.

Masema rested his forehead on your chest, slow thrusting as you both came down from the high you both experienced. The sound of your racing heart brought a smile to his face, but you couldn’t see it with the way your eyes will still trying to come into focus from the blackout orgasm you just had. You barely registered him pulling out and untying your hands, fixing his clothes and tying his hair back into his standard topknot. Ever the gentleman, Masema helped you sit up and kissed your forehead before he went back to his work, looking much more relaxed than before.

You could feel the stickiness of your combined fluids between your thighs and you suddenly wanted to shower and freshen up, knowing you would be joining Masema for dinner out later. You stood on shaky legs, Masema reaching out to steady you before you gave him a weak smile and nod, walking slowly so you didn’t stumble on your way out of his office. He watched you with a grin, thoroughly enjoying the sight of you leaving while the skirts of your dress swayed with your steps.

Your days passed much like that, Masema being a doting and thorough lover but you couldn’t shake the feeling this was all temporary. His reputation wasn’t in line with being boyfriend material, but you couldn’t help but fall in love with him all the same. He treated you well and you enjoyed his attentions, but the thought he was like this with the previous girls always made you feel sick to your stomach. All these feelings came to a head one night at a work gala Masema took you too. It was at the estate of another vampire, this one you learned was old and very powerful. While he never told you the specifics, Masema did let you know this woman was his coven leader and a long time friend, nothing more. He introduced you to Corvina and you liked her rather instantly. She had the aura of someone who lived their truth, something you were grateful for amidst a room of shady business types only hoping to brush elbows with those above their perceived stations.

As the evening progressed, you noted the way other women in the room seemed to flock to his side and attempt to catch his eye. You weren’t one for the spotlight, so you hung back and sipped on your champagne, feeling worse with each moment you watched some lady coyly touch his arms or laugh at something he said. Your breaking point was when a pretty blonde tried kissing his cheek and you couldn’t stand to be in the ballroom anymore, so you left and found yourself standing on a balcony to get some fresh air. You leaned against the stone railing, taking some deep breaths and reeling your jealous thoughts back in. Of course you were only a fling to him, even if neither of you actually talked about or put labels on what you were. You knew it was your fault for going and catching feelings, but you didn’t know how to tell him nor did you really want to leave him. Your train of thought was interrupted by the near silent arrival of Corvina, the pale light of the moon and distant light of the ballroom illuminating her pale skin.

”You should be inside with Masema, not out here alone,” she spoke softly, looking out over the darkened grounds.

You sighed, looking over your shoulder through the large window to where Masema was in talks with a group of people, another woman standing too close to him. “I needed some air,” you whispered before looking back towards the estate.

Corvina followed your line of sight, humming in understanding before looking at you. “I see. Do you wish to talk about it?”

You weren’t sure if it was the softness of her tone or the fact she was the first person in months you could speak to about the unusual circumstances you were in, but you broke down and told her everything. Your feelings for Masema, how you felt like you were just a fling to him and how you hated not knowing what he thought of you. Sure, he showered you with compliments, but the thought he was treating you as any other woman ate at you. You hadn’t realized you had started crying until Corvina held out a handkerchief to you, which you took with a soft word of thanks and cleaned up your face.

”If I may offer you some insight, dear,” she started, leaning back against the low stone railing and crossing her arms. “I have known Masema for many, many years. I found him as a feral fledgling and took him in, raising him into the man he is today. I have watched girls come and go with him, and I never faulted him for that. We all have our vices, and pretty ladies are his. Which is why I can tell you with absolute certainty that he has never looked at one of them the way he does you. I will be having words with him for leaving you so confused as to your standing with him, but he would give you the world if you asked it of him.”

You were speechless for a minute, absorbing everything she said as the door from the ballroom opened up and Masema stepped out. You couldn’t have been gone from his side for more than half an hour, but he looked both concerned and frustrated that you had come outside alone. Corvina gently patted your back, opting to leave you two alone to have a much needed talk. As she brushed past Masema, she leveled him with a look that would have anyone shrinking away from her.

”I would encourage you to use your words here, Masema Dagar. You are undead, not unfeeling. Do better,” she said, gliding back inside while Masema had the look of a scolded boy on his face at her words. When he turned back to you, he could see the redness in your eyes and his frozen heart broke at the sight.

”What is wrong, little one? Are you hurt?” He asked, stepping closer to cradle you in his arms but you simply held your hand up to stop him.

”What are we?” You asked, crossing your arms across your stomach and willing yourself not to cry in front of him.

He looked taken back for a moment at your refusal to let him touch you, before schooling his expression and putting his hands in his pockets. “You should not have come out here alone, there are other vampires that would snatch you up,” he deflected, sighing heavily when he saw the look in your eyes harden at his answer.

You stood straighter, meeting his gaze with narrowed eyes. “Do not change the subject here. Answer me honestly. What am I to you?”

”You are my woman.”

”That’s not good enough. I need you to elaborate on what that means to you. Am I your temporary bed warmer and blood bag, or am I more? Which is it?”

Masema scoffed at your response, looking around like the balcony had the answers. “What brought this on? Hm? Was it the way those women acted around me? I assure you, I did not acknowledge their advances because I am not the kind of man to do that. Jealousy is unbecoming of you, little one.”

”How would I know what kind of man you are? Judging by the way you won’t answer a simple question, perhaps I am finally seeing the man beneath the mask. Now answer my damn question. What. Are. We?” You challenged back, stepping into his space. A small part of you knew you shouldn’t be egging him on, he was still a vampire and much stronger than you, but you were tired of him skirting the issue.

His jaw ticked and nostrils flared as you glared up at him, your unique scent wafting into his nose and temporarily making him forget the tone you were addressing him in. He stared down at you after he collected himself, speaking in a low tone. “Do you think so low of me that you believe I would betray you in such a manner? Have I not treated you with the respect you deserve?”

”That is not what I am asking you, Masema. Dammit, quit avoiding the question or I will walk away right now,” you threw your hands up, exasperated at the man in front of you. Had he been any other, you wouldn’t still be standing here and arguing, but you did love Masema, as difficult and confusing as he was.

His eyes widened a fraction, the thought of you walking out of his life leaving a feeling of despair heavy in his gut. He is mind raced, trying to find the words to tell you how he felt but his throat seemed to freeze up and tongue too heavy, rendering him unable to answer you. You took his silence as confirmation to your worst fears, water gathering in your eyes as you turned to leave, but Masema was quick to stop you. Corvina’s words finally sank in for him and he decided to at least try. His arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you against his chest, dipping his head so he could speak directly into your ear.

”You wanted to know what you are to me? You are everything and I do not know how to handle it. You make me feel as though I border on madness and I cannot stand being so out of control. As for what we are…princess, whatever you want us to be is what we will be, even if commitment is not something I am good at. That I left you feeling so uncertain how I felt about you is my great shame, and if you will let me, I will make it up to you. This I swear. Just please, please, stay,” he whispered, the vulnerability in his voice melting through the anger you felt earlier. You turn to face him, seeing the softness in his eyes and you knew he was being sincere, but you needed a little more.

”Promise me you will try? I cannot know your thoughts if you don’t share them with me. And promise me you will not let another hang on you like earlier. I can’t stand that,” you spoke softly, feeling his hands cup your face as he slowly walked you backward towards the exterior wall of the manor, between the windows and the door.

”Yes, I promise. Whatever you want, anything you desire, it is yours if you wish it,” he muttered against your lips before claiming them with his own, one hand cupping the back of your head to keep you from smacking against the rough stone. You two made out right there for a few minutes before Masema decided he need to have you now, so he pulled you back into the house and through the hallways, into the study not far from the ballroom.

No sooner had you both entered the warmly lit study than Masema had you backed against the door and kissing you like a starving man. You sighed into the kiss, feeling the tips of his fangs graze your bottom lip as his hands wandered down your body.

”Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He asked between kisses, his free hand reaching behind you to unzip your dress just enough to slide it and your lace bra down to expose your breasts to his wandering mouth.

”Masema, what if someone catches us?” You breathed out, making no move to stop him.

”I don’t give a fuck. Let them watch me pleasure my lady,” he growled against your skin before he wrapped his lips around your nipple, biting gently and sucking it into a hardened peak. You gasped, hands resting on his shoulder to keep your balance while his hands slipped underneath the skirts of your cocktail dress, pulling them up to unclip the garters from your stockings and slide your underwear down your legs. He released your nipple with a pop and dropped to his knees, stuffing the lace garment into his pants pocket before tenderly grabbing your ankle and lifting it to his lips.

It was erotic, watching him kiss up your leg over your stockings and place it over his shoulder. It wasn’t the first time he had gone down on you, but this time was different. It felt as if he was worshiping you, wanting to prove that he meant his words from earlier. Masema bunched your skirts at your hips, his lips slowly making their way towards your core.

All thoughts of being seen by any of wandering attendees left your mind the moment his tongue made contact with your folds, his low hum vibrating against you and causing you to moan. You went to cover your mouth with your hand in an attempt to muffle your sounds but Masema pulled back and slapped your inner thigh.

”No. Do not silence yourself. I want to hear all your pretty noises,” he said lowly, waiting until your hand returned to your side before he dove back in. You couldn’t have quieted yourself if you tried, your moans and sighs bouncing off the walls as Masema licked and sucked at you lewdly. He moved one hand from your hip to between your legs, slipping two fingers into your warmth and seeking out your sweet spot with the intention of making you cry out his name. You did so shortly afterwards, your legs shaking as he drank everything you gave him.

He stood up after you had come down and pushed his head away, wiping his mouth with his hand before gathering you into his arms to carry you over to the leather couch in front of the fireplace. He laid you down gently before removing his suit jacket, tossing it over the back of the couch before removing his pressed white shirt and placing it atop the jacket. The view of his toned chest and the evidence of his own arousal outlined in his black dress pants had your mouth watering, and he chuckled when you spread your legs almost mindlessly at the sight.

”Eager now, are we princess?” He teased, undoing his belt and button, sliding his trousers and boxers down enough to free himself. It was too risky to undress fully at the moment, but you both needed the other too much to wait. Masema climbed on top of you, kissing up your neck and across your jawline on his way to your bruised lips. He reached between you and gripped his hard cock, giving himself a few strokes before rubbing the tip through your slick, chuckling when your hips bucked and you gasped as he brushed against your sensitive nub.

He eased his thick length into you, relishing in the way your eyes fluttered and you sighed as you stretched around him. Where normally he would have set a harsh pace, he opted for slow and deep, one hand wrapping around your throat as he held your eyes with his while the other gripped the armrest. The leather creaked underneath you, Masema grunting while you moaned. You hands had been gripping his sides, unsure what to do as he normally tied you up to keep you from touching him.

“Touch me,” he whispered against your lips, humming when you immediately began mapping the contours of his torso with your soft touch. The passion built between you two, the intense but Masema releasing your throat to wrap his arm around your waist, lifting you slightly so he could leave open mouthed kisses across your throat and chest. You felt your peak building, your whines and gasps taking on a desperate edge. Masema released the armrest and leaned back a bit, reaching down to circle your bundle with his thumb.

”That’s it darling, give it to me,” he groaned, feeling your walls spasm around him as you cried out his name. It was the sweetest sound he ever heard, and the sight of you coming undone beneath him was enough to send him over as well with a stuttered gasp. You kissed each other as you both caught your breaths, Masema pulling out and pulling you into his arms as you both laid on the couch.

Even though the memory of the argument had long since faded into the recesses of your mind, Masema wanted to make sure his point came across clearly now so there was no doubt. He took one of your hands in his, placing it on his chest over his heart.

“Never doubt that this is yours, princess,” he said, entwining your fingers together and gazing at you with a softness you had not come to expect from him. You didn’t know how to respond to him, so you opted for a sweet kiss that told him of your love without voicing those words. You both laid there for a while, content to remain in the other's arms before the distant sounds of the music being played in the ballroom reminded you that Masema was here for business.

Once you had straightened up your appearances the best you could, you both walked out of the study together, arm and arm with soft smiles on your faces. When you entered the ballroom again, you saw the way the previous women seemed to gawk at Masema, but before jealousy could take root in your soul, you felt his breath fanning across your ear while his words brought a grin to your face.

”Remember princess, I am all for you.”

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