Gwydion was gentle and deferential to her, calling her always lady or, sometimes, shyly, Aunt; the very shyness with which he used this term of family closeness warmed her and made him dear to her. She stood pressed against him, holding her face against his shoulder, and his arms went around her. My lady, my queen-ah, my beloved- He caught her against him, holding her, and then, half senseless, Gwenhwyfar knew he was covering her face with kisses. His golden hair looked dull and greyed.
She touched him; he was warm, his body warm, his strong male member hot and strong, his hands opening her thighs were strong and eager. that he had sworn to his people that he would rule over them as the Great Dragon, Christian and non-Christian alike w That is no serving-man, said Gwenhwyfar, her sharp eyes resting on the slender form riding behind Kevin on his horse. But Cai's blood is not royal.
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