mooth skin and hard muscle, to cup her small breasts. Whatever cord or clasp was holding Shrikes hair back came undone. Her hair fell in fat dreads and braids halfway down her back and brushed Spyders cheeks. Mostly black, her hair was streaked purple, crimson, yellow and grasshopper green. Spyder rolled Shrike onto her back and pinned her hands above her head. He kissed her and ran his tongue down the side of her throat. When he bit her shoulder, her legs wrapped around him and squeezed. Spyder felt her shudder.
Shrike broke her hands free and took Spyder by the shoulders, telling him gravely, "I am a princess and I order you to take off every stitch of clothing at once. "
Happy to play the diplomat, Spyder did exactly what he was told.
Later, covered in sweat, focaccia crumbs and spilled wine, Spyder kissed Shrike on the neck and said, "Tell me more about the princess biz. " Shrike was curled against his side, her head tucked into his neck. "Is your kingdom somewhere I would have heard of?"
"No. Its not even in this Sphere. Where Im from, magic runs the world. Your Sphere built the internal combustion engine. In mine, we transmuted gold into lead. "
"Do you miss it?"
"I miss my home. And my father. "
"Did he escape?"
"Hes dead. I dont even know where hes buried. "
"What about your mother?"
"My mother died when I was born. I never knew her. "
"Sorry. Whats the best and worst part about princessing?"
Shrike thought for a moment, running a hand idly around Spyders nipple. "The best part was the shoes and learning to fight. The worst part was state dinners where you had to be charming with a full m
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