Erica’s mind still burns from that night—fucking her boyfriend’s daddy raw, a memory she’ll never shake.

“You’re fucking amazing, Astrid,” she said. The slab slowly eased on its side, sliding everything but the cart into the black vacancy it left in the sand. XXX Kingdoms? For a moment, I had feared that Willowbud would ask me to lie with her. I watched her intently as I made a show of stroking myself with long, deliberate pulls. I smiled around her organ. The coins blasted from the pouch, punching holes in the deck, punching holes in the hull, punching holes in the crew. They are fearsome warriors who make excellent seed-givers. I had implored Droktin to renounce his allegiance to the empire and balance the scales of civilization. I am your toy when you want to play, I am your slave when you want to work.”
“Good,” Willowbud