Princess Tara Arlain

“They sacrificed their Princess Tara Arlain in exchange for a permanent cessation of the war. They have also agreed to indefinitely maintain diplomatic and trade ties between my realms and the King’s… Their capital was already under siege and would have been sacked before the next new moon.”

As horrible as that might sound, Mira can easily imagine how worse it could be. Twenty-six women, from Marus’s own harem in exchange for ten thousand women; From the capital and surrounding realms.

“Anything else I would actually enjoy hearing?” The helpless despair and sadness in Mira’s voice touches Marus more deeply than he would have otherwise imagined. “You already did this while I slept?”

“Besides an incubus, telling you that you are beautiful and I love you? You've been asleep for seven days. Additionally, as you well know, I can inhabit the body of any of my subjects at a moment’s whim. It was rather easy to perform all the tasks simultaneously.”

Mira gives Marus a faint but warm smile, “I will always appreciate you saying that some more. I am just in shock…”

With a hand brought to Mira’s forehead, she has a surprised look and touches the right of her neck. “You branded me!?!” She asks rather incredulously, “Why doesn’t it hurt now that I am awake… searing mettle against flesh should still hurt after seven days.

Marus kisses the mark, “It is magikal and it automatic by submitting and surrendering to me. By agreeing to be mine, you fall under my protection. Besides, you object to others knowing that you are mine?”

An irrepressible giggle bursts from Mira’s throat as she hugs Marus closer to her now. Pressing her milk bags against the hairy masculine chest that she enjoys so very much. Seemingly, she is so happy with being with him that she is unable to dwell on sad thoughts for long. That easily helps him find rather large amount of joy.

“I guess, I actually do like that thought; I never thought that I would. I am an intelligent, wise, and beautiful woman after all. So as your wife, I will remain twenty-three years old eternally.?. Plus the enhanced strength, agility, fortitude, and constitution?”

Abruptly Mira looks at her hand and freaks for a second when she sees a huge diamond ring and wedding band. The ring must have cost Marus a fortune. Plus she finds it hard to imagine any woman disliking jewelry.

“I will have some problems with thinking of the other women like I think of you. How many are we talking about?” Mira glances up at Marus’s smiling gaze. He enjoys seeing this side of her. He doubts this side of her has seen the light of day for over a decade, if not more.

“Three”

“Well ok then, but they can’t have as big of diamond ring as mine.”
“Even for your confessor, High Priestess Aleira; Or your cousin, Princess Tara?”

Mira’s brows furrowed, “They already gave themselves to you? But the Princess…”

Marus smiles and kisses Mira lightly, “Yes they gave themselves to me of their own freewill. Of course I **** them to, but less than I did you. They were far less resistant to my advances.

“Like you, Aleira was already doomed before I got there. Unlike you she reveled in the pleasurable daydreams you confessed to her.” Knowledge that Mira’s own shameful and disgraceful fantasies of Marus led to Aleira’s demise embarrasses Mira even further.

“That is how you knew of them…” Mira says more to herself than Marus.

“Whenever anyone thinks of me, I know it. I can choose to live the fantasy with them if I wish too. She did help me understand you more, though.

“Aliera will get here first. As part of the contract she stipulated that I provide a means for her to escape any method of holding her should she be discovered as a traitor. She was rather adamant in remaining your confessor and best friend there in the capital.” Those words helps Mira smile a bit more..

“The Princess I actually had to work at. Your influence went rather far in providing Tara the means to resist longer than others… Of course, that caused me to develop feelings for her like you and the confessor.”

Mira playfully smirks, “Just like a typical male, wanting what you cannot have.”

“Ah but I ‘can’ have you; The proof is in the pudding so to speak.”