“Marc?” Émilie asked.
Marc was dreaming, walking through a mountain pass near the Keep. Émilie’s voice tore through the landscape, like a stone falling into a still pond.
His mind transitioned from a serene landscape from his childhood, to Émilie straddling him, those breasts swaying back and forth. Once she was fully in focus, he rather enjoyed the change of scenery.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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