Minnie’s eyebrows creased. “Your Royal Highness, there is plenty to eat here. There are even favorite dishes from the Shifter Kingdom.”
I dipped my head to her. “Of course. Thank you.”
When they moved again, I allowed myself to breathe.
Princess Trixie’s emerald, elven gaze flicked up at my face. Her chin was held high in the air, not one ounce of the anxiety riddling her mind showing. Those keen eyes scanned my features before she turned her regard back toward her people—the many fucking people who were ogling her with extreme interest. She was an amazing performer, this elf, her breathing tranquil, and her hands still, not one tremor to be seen in her demeanor.
And she needed an extra-large cape over her tiny body.
With steel locks as fasteners. And I with the only key.
My black eyes pinned the elven males nearby who were blatantly staring at her tits. One almost fell over as he leaned to glimpse her ass. This was a carriage wreck waiting to happen, their eyes gleaming with carnal awareness.
I grunted and rolled my shoulders under my black fur vest, wanting to remove the restrictive clothing and stretch out my muscles. I flexed my fingers, my claws begging to release.
I breathed evenly through my nose.
Princess Trixie wasn’t admiring her admirers.
I could use this as a cultural experience, figure out what these elves seemed to like so much about her body—other than the fact they thought she was single. I needed to look at this with new eyes. If I could be half as attracted to her as these elves seemed to be, I’d be a much happier man—and king.
As the sentinels in red tolerantly ushered the three other rulers and me to the line for properly greeting the elf king—and family—I trained my attention on the elves lusting after my Fae damned soul mate—and there weremany. I kept a cool head, mostly due to Princess Trixie’s complete obliviousness, or her remarkable acting ability at being utterly ignorant to their advances—again, there weremany.
Her tits were the main attraction—from what I could identify.
Next were her legs and rear—before she sat upon her chair.
The elf’s hips weren’t ignored, either.
A few oddballs ogled her wee toes in her elegant sandals.
But all ended up staring at her face and didn’t look away, as if it were love at first sight, their dopey eyes softening on their princess.
I snorted at one besotted fool.
The man literally had a spot of drool on the corner of his mouth, his frame wavering back and forth on his trembling legs as if he were under a caster’s spell.
I stood in line and started evaluating my own thoughts, scanning for the closest to a shifter body I could find close by, all my own people out of view from this vantage point. My eventual target was much shorter than a shifter, but she would have to do for now.
I zoned in on Minnie’s waist. Her hipscurved.
My eyes skipped to that of her offspring.
Curved but with smaller proportions.
Back to Minnie. Her legs wereshapely.
Princess Trixie’s were smaller, but with the same shape.
I rubbed at my chin while evaluating those differences. All-in-all, she was a lot thinner than her mother. Much too small to grab ahold of in physical hunger—fragilewould be a good word for her body, whereas I normally enjoyedrobust. If I didn’t already know for a fact that she could handle my sensual appetite—and somehow fucking enjoyed it—I never would have believed it by how small she was.
On to the breasts…
Minnie had tits like most shifter women, full and hearty.
I scowled in irritation as my eyes landed on my soul mate’s breasts. Why couldn’t she have taken after her mother on this?
Why were the majority of these elves so stimulated?
