“If you wore clothes created by magic, you’d appear naked to most.” Zogar chuckles. “Wait here.” He strides forward and a large wooden chest appears, pushed up against a tree at the far side of the field. As he moves, I enjoy the sight of his strong muscles—not to mention his thick rod, a good section of it visible between his legs as he walks.
He retrieves some satchels from inside the chest, and I drink in the full-frontal sight of him as he strides back, his heavy rod swinging with each step. He hands me a sack from inside one of the satchels. The sack is made of a strange, thin and shiny material. Inside, I find what looks like clothing.
“I obtained some necessities for us, before I left the city.” He nods toward the chest. “I stored them there, disguised the chestwith magic, and luckily no one pillaged my small hoard.” His eyes widen. “Once I locate mytruehoard, I’ll have the means to secure and maintain a permanent home for us in the city.”
My chest tightens. “Permanent?”
Touching my shoulder, he offers a reassuring smile. “Somewhere we can reside while we’re in the Darkness.”
He starts to dress, slipping his legs into strange looking trousers. Curious, I reach out, and my hand grazes his hip.
He smiles and winks. “It’s wool,” he tells me.
I shake my head. “It’s far too soft to be wool, and too finely woven.”
“Just one of many things you’ll discover are different in the Darkness. Different from when I was here four hundred years ago, too.” He nods toward the bundle of garments in my hands. “Put on that dress. You’ll also find two pairs of shoes in the bag. One pair is suitable for walking, and when we reach the city, you’ll change into the ones with the tall narrow heels.”
CHAPTER 2
Zogar
My queen’s bravery and curiosity astound me. As we enter the more densely populated section of the city, her tiny hand, held in mine, does not even shake. Instead of fear, awe radiates from her eyes, and yet she’s fighting to disguise her shock, so we don’t draw undue attention.
How can we not draw attention? Rosomon is not only spectacularly beautiful, she radiates joy and goodness. All things in short supply here.
I greatly admire how she looks in the garments I chose. When last here, I obtained a selection of clothing options for us both, and the others are stashed in the leather duffel bags I carry, along with the walking shoes she wore earlier.
Her shiny silver dress matches her complexion—in tone, if not sheen—and under the thin dress, my wife is fully naked. The shimmering fabric clings to her natural shape that requires no restrictive undergarments to mold it. Her shoes, also silver, lift her heels high off the ground. She quickly learned to adapt her gait, and I have slowed mine, so she has no need to run.
With every step, her perfect breasts bounce, their rounded tops exposed above the garment’s low neckline, and the tight points of her nipples rub against the fabric. Tempted by this sight, it takes every ounce of my will to refrain from pushing her against one of these buildings and thrusting my cock inside her while holding those soft orbs. Such a thing would not draw attention here.
We pass a vampyre, viciously railing a young woman against the glass front of a building. His fangs are deep in her throat and she’s screaming—but it’s not clear whether it’s from pain or pleasure.
Rosomon tugs on my hand. “We should help her.” She appeals to me with her eyes.
I bend down to whisper. “We can’t right every wrong we’ll encounter here.”
Rosomon nods, but her displeasure is clear in her eyes, only adding to the displeasure I know she feels about me right now. Based on her thoughts as we flew here, she remains angry with me.
And I do feel regret. I did need to fuck her—urgently—but didn’t need to do it so roughly and in view of her lovers. At the time, I told her that my motivations didn’t include jealousy, but that was perhaps the first time I’ve outright lied to my wife. I also lied to myself.
When I entered that room and saw not one, butbothof those men’s cocks inside her, a fierce possessiveness seized me, and an urge to force them to bear witness to my superiority. My cock turned instantly solid, even as my pride was crushed.
Her immense fulfillment with her lovers both shocked and hurt me. I knew she must enjoy their cocks, given she allows them entrance, but I didn’t expect thelevelof pleasure I saw reflected in her face, in her moans, in her flushed skin. And I certainly didn’t expect the thoughts of love I overheard from her while we were flying here.
I’m glad I didn’t know the depths of her feelings then. The result may have been worse—so much worse. In a jealous rage, I might have relieved the men of their cocks.
But nothing excuses the actions I did take. I should have shown more restraint. I should have buried my wounded pride. The fact that she still let me fuck her, after my regrettable display, is yet another reason I’m grateful for my choice of queen.
And I’m grateful that she’s controlling her negative emotions toward me right now. Highly pragmatic.
She may not comprehend the gravity of my quest here, but she understands that it’s more important than our marital harmony. I considered apologizing to her, while we walked to the city, but we filled that time with her questions, and my attempts to share as many of the new words and inventions I learned and saw here.
Further impressing me, Rosomon quickly memorized every new word I recounted, and I explained every invention I remembered and warned her again of the depravity she’d witness.
Beside me, my wife tenses, and I shift my attention away from the perfect bounce of her breasts. On the sidewalk, a werewolf is striding toward us, although she might assume that he’s simply a very large and unshaved human. Lusty hunger consumes thewolf’s expression, and it confirms that my wife’s beauty is not just in my eyes.
Dropping her hand, I lift her high into my arms and kiss her, swallowing her gasp of shock. Overcome by my own lust, I press her back against the glass pane of a building to deepen our kiss, and my stiffness grinds against her soft body.
