The king’s c**k was getting hard again. The choice between an old and puritanical woman and the delightfully wicked girl beside him in bed did not in itself require much deliberation. Like most men, Hrothgar was mostly led by his c**k. But all the same, there might be political complications. It would need some thought. In the meantime he would make hay while the sun shone.
“It’s an idea,” Hrothgar said. “It’s a good idea. I’ll mull it over. However, I think I need a little more persuasion that the pleasures that would come my way as your husband will be worth the trouble of arranging a union.”
That’s no problem, thought Thalyssa. She bent down and took the king’s c**k in her mouth again. She made a sign to Gudrun to work on the king’s ass. Ever the willing assistant, Gudrun moved the ki
