Voss’s Epilogue
“We’ll take your daughters, after all,” I told Hogshakkar, the harrsh’ak chieftain, during his third visit to our home. “My wife would like to spend time with them.”
Hogshakkar’s scaly face crumpled in a thoughtful expression. “It’s the first time I hear of a female needing concubines, but naturally…”
Alina pressed her hand to her mouth but I still saw how she shook from laughter. I rubbed my temple with a sigh.
“Not as concubines. She’d like them to be her companions. Female friends. And that’s only if they want to, of course, and they don’t have to live with us. It would be entirely up to them.”
Hogshakkar nodded slowly for some time, looking from Alina, who now sat decorously with a polite smile on her face, to me. Suddenly, his mouth split in a wide grin, showing us two surprisingly complete rows of gleaming, sharp teeth.
I knew he was over sixty, an old age for a harrsh’ak. It was shocking that he still had all his teeth. And a little unsettling, but then, I sat closer to him than Alina. If he tried anything, I’d have him by the throat.
We were building trust, but it was slow work. Still, I wanted to make the effort, if only to keep my family safe.
“My daughters will be glad,” he said, nodding eagerly. “They keep gossiping about how Death Eyes and his wife chase each other in the jungle. It makes them very curious. I think they will ask you many questions.”
Alina’s polite smile froze on her face, and I smirked. So it was just like I wanted—the entire jungle knew she was mine. Good.
After Hogshakkar left, she turned to me, her eyes narrowed.
“It’s your fault,” she hissed, mindful of Andrea, our maid, who dusted furniture in a room nearby. “You keep making me scream!”
I cocked my head to the side, watching her with amusement. “Would you prefer it if I didn’t? I can be sweet, you know. I can fuck you so gently, you won’t even make a peep.”
A horrified look stole over her face and I laughed quietly. “You’ll be fine. The harrsh’ak are very open about sex. So open, in fact, they have full-blown orgies a few times a year. So when your new ladies in waiting ask you about our habits, you can ask them about theirs.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, as if she suspected me of lying, and then grinned. “Stop calling them ladies in waiting, we talked about this. I want them to be my friends. And speaking of our habits…”
She looked at the door, touching the diamond necklace that sat on her neck. I had it made for her, picking fifty of the biggest, shiniest diamonds I had. It was a mark of how precious she was—more important than diamonds. I loved when she reached for it instead of scratching her skin.
My wife, in my home, wearing my ancestral wealth. The sight stirred me like it always did. My pocket pulsed with anticipation. Three months had passed since we hired staff and started rebuilding the house, a relatively long time, and yet, our appetites only increased.
Alina was especially horny now that she was pregnant. When I looked at the small bump exposed by her tight dress, I instantly got hard.
It was our baby, and I put it there. I planned to put many more in my wife’s body.
“What about our habits, love?” I asked, my voice dropping in arousal.
She shuffled closer in her chair, looking into my eyes. Hers glittered with mischief and want.
“Well, how about we go out for a walk? And maybe you’ll figure out a way to make me quiet that doesn’t force you to be gentle?”
I blinked at her. “Like what?”
She huffed, looking once more at the door, and sat in my lap. She took my hand and pressed the open palm to her mouth. My cocks bucked and slid out as soon as I got her meaning, and she made a surprised noise, instantly muffled by my hand. She pushed it away and looked at me with wide, burning eyes.
“Like this.”
I almost overturned the chair in my haste to stand up.
And so we went out for a walk, pretending we didn’t notice the conspiratorial looks our maid and chef exchanged when they saw us going out in haste. When trees covered us, I chased her and caught her fast, and then fucked her on the ground, deep and slow. She screamed into my hand. We came home dirty, disheveled, and outrageously happy.