The golden vixen would park herself a few feet from him, and he would feast upon her body with his eyes. His gaze would lift and he would look at her curiously, wondering why she hadn't fully embraced him the way he desired. Alluring speech would pull him toward her, masculine frame effortlessly gliding forth as he attempted to close the distance entirely. "Kusugra, madam, do not forget it." He would reach forward and coo in her left ear, correcting her yet again as he halted a few inches from the bronze princess. "Pheasants now, czars tomorrow." He would hastily respond, a sneer playing across ebony lips. Soon his brood would be strong, powerful, and they would prosper beneath his authoritative rule.
The longer he observed Karmen the more he noticed the flicker of jealously in those captivating eyes. The woman would raise her nose to the air, as if she was protesting her place among his other servants. She was dissatisfied, and the king wanted nothing more than to make his gals happy. But how could he tame a broad who wanted to be his only treasure among a brood of babes? "?Qu? puedo hacer para ti mi amor?" (What can I do for you my love?) A boisterous chuckle would follow foreign words as his tongue slipped forth and attempted to coil around her delicate left ear. He would breathe lightly into her ear, aspiring to tickle the sensitive areas and send feverish chills down her spine. "What do you need?" He would inquire, wondering what exactly had brought the vixen back to him. She had been gone an entire season, why come back now?
