Isa purred atop the man and he seemed to be satisfied with her answer. He declared that he wanted her to be his queen and something in the fae's chest banged hard against her ribcage. It was a very touching sentiment, but she was Isa. "And what if I'd rather be the Warlady to your Warlord instead of a Queen?" Icy eyes glinted mischievously.
Strong forelegs tightened around her and Isa released the barest of moans as she was pressed tightly against the man. He growled out one word and Isa stared down into his lust filled eyes. "All yours, Warlord." Again her tail slithered lower, noting just how ready he was for round two. "And you are mine."
