Krytan dismissed his personal guards at the end of the long hall, walking the remainder of the way alone. He passed the closed doorway of his son’s room, expecting the boy to have been asleep for hours. It would be best if he didn’t disturb him. Thomas would not like having to settle him down once more.

The door to his room was partially opened, which surprised him since he remembered having closed it when he left for dinner hours earlier. Walking into the room, he spotted a small light beside the large bed, as well as the tamped-down fire still burning. A moment passed before his eyes adjusted and then he realized there was a lump on his bed. Immediately, he assumed it was Derek. But as he neared, he realized it was too big for his little boy. Crossing quickly, the dim light from the damped fire highlighted a riot of red curls across his pillow.

Immediately Krytan felt a kick to his gut. Desire shot through him and his cock hardened in need. Taking a deep breath, he leaned over the bed. He saw Derek was cuddled against the sleeping woman. His gaze slipped down to where the woman’s robe had fallen open. He was treated to an entrancing sight. She was lying partially on her back with one arm resting beneath Derek and the other thrown above her head. Her lower body twisted slightly to the side, so with the open robe, he saw the inner curves of deliciously full white breasts and a rounded belly before the cloth concealed what lay below.

Damn!

His gaze moved back to her soft belly and he was struck by how sweet it would feel to bury himself inside her and cushion his hips with each downward thrust. A very long time had passed since he’d been with a woman, choosing to be circumspect around his son. Suddenly, he wondered if this comely serving wench was a present from the King. It was a common practice for the host to offer one of his servants, and in some houses, even a titled lady, to warm the guest’s bed. Since nothing had been said, and his purpose for being here was marriage, he was quite surprised to find such a delightful gift.

Carefully, he moved to the far side of the bed. As gently as possible, he lifted Derek off his bed. It took him less than a minute to return the child to his bed, closing the door between the two bedrooms. Standing once more next to the bed, this time he had a better view of the charms now only partially concealed. Looking at her face, he saw dark reddish-brown lashes lying against pale cheeks. Her lips were full and he couldn’t help but wonder how sweet they would feel against his, or even wrapped around his manhood. That thought almost had him growling out loud as his cock stirred to full attention, demanding some female care, and soon. If it were possible, he decided the woman had more than fulfilled the promise he’d seen in her earlier in the day.

On this side of the bed, he could see her breasts were exactly like he preferred—big, soft and womanly. With her body covered by the loose bath sheet, he had only been able to guess at what her body might truly look like.

Her waist wasn’t narrow as many ladies he had met at the King’s castle so far, but he liked a woman who was built to handle a large man such as him. As a knight, and a dragon-rider, he was tall and strong, with arms and legs like tree trunks of muscles. No doubt, a lot of that would change now the war was over and he would spend most of his time in meetings to rule his properties.

Quickly, he shucked his clothes and eased down onto the bed. It appeared that this visit was going to turn out much better than he had anticipated. Gently, he pressed his palm flat to the middle of the sleeping woman’s chest. He paused for several long moments, letting the heat from her body seep into him. From beneath her warm flesh came the strong steady beating of her heart. The reaction that shot through him at that second surprised him. Pushing away the strange feelings, he moved his hand sideways, cupping her uppermost breast.

“God!” he whispered as he felt the large, soft globe fill his hand. Actually, she nearly overflowed it, which wasn’t easy since he was such a large man. He groaned as he realized that he wanted to suck her teat. Shifting carefully downwards, he moved over and began licking at the pink nipple he found topping the white mountain of woman flesh.

Using his hand, he pushed her breast up from underneath, allowing him to take the pink bud inside his mouth.

A soft, yet completely audible whimper escaped the woman’s throat. Unconsciously her body shifted towards him.

What started as a taste quickly turned into suckling deeply as if he could actually gain his necessary sustenance from her. A growl echoed from his throat and a few seconds later, he lowered his hand to stroke its way down over her stomach, her soft belly to her loins.

His fingers inched the way slowly, searching for soft curls to delve into. Later, he would make love to her with the lights on so he could enjoy the beauty of her pussy fur. For now, his need was to be inside of her. Abruptly, he stopped as he touched her cleft. For several seconds his fingers didn’t move. But the silky smooth flesh was too inviting to ignore.

Releasing her nipple, he eased back, rolling her fully into a supine position. By the dim light, her pale flesh was clearly visible. Any regret he might have felt about the lack of her pussy fur quickly dispersed as his gaze moved over her soft belly. Her nether region was as bald as a baby’s butt. Like a knife thrust to his gut, the eroticism was overwhelming. He dipped one finger down between the plump lips he hungered to get between. As he felt the wetness, he growled like a wild male animal, scenting his mate in heat. Without a moment’s pause, he zeroed in on her clit, and began an erotic seduction of the flesh.