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fingers from Mirjam’s hair. Glaring at Mirjam with dark but fiery eyes, he wrapped his hand around her arm just above the elbow. A thrill ran through her. ‘Wilful mare,’ he growled in a voice full of lust. ‘Let me show you your place.’
    As Valon dragged Mirjam along the corridor, she realised why he seemed so strangely familiar: she’d seen him on the news back home. Skyggen’s Valon was the Valon, the overthrown despot living in exile. This tyrant was the man Skyggen had chosen for her husband? Mirjam examined his square jaw and shimmering black hair as he tossed her inside a bed chamber. Her heart leapt. The room was barely furnished, but there was a bed to cower upon as Valon lingered in the doorway. Skyggen stood behind him. Watching the two standing like that, it hit Mirjam that, married to Valon, Skyggen would always live in the shadows. As much as Mirjam wanted to spite the part of herself that had fled, she felt a warm sense of sympathy for Skyggen.
    When Valon marched into the room, Mirjam’s heart nearly stopped. He tore off his uniform in what seemed like one smooth motion and threw it into the blazing fire. The rising flame was almost as spectacular as his big cock resting on a cushion of black hair and balls. It seemed to both bounce and harden as he strode toward her. Mirjam’s blood pumped fast through her body when he reached down and grabbed the collar of her blouse with both hands. ‘You planned to tell lies about my Skyggen?’
    The fear was more arousing than any pleasure Mirjam had experienced. But she’d be lying to say yes , so she said, ‘No, I wasn’t going to lie.’
    She could see in his eyes what he would do next. And then he did it: he held firm to both sides of her blouse and tore it down the front. Buttons flew across the room as her breasts swelled. He grabbed her white lace bra and ripped it from her body. ‘Tell me the truth,’ he said, throwing her clothes into the fire.
    ‘I am,’ Mirjam squealed. She hoped he wouldn’t believe her.
    And he didn’t. His thick fingers tore through her skirt and panties as she looked on in mortified excitement. ‘What will you do to me?’ she asked. Her pulse throbbed between her bare legs. She wanted to hear the words.
    The expression in Valon’s eyes was not that of anger, but of fierce passion. He left Skyggen in the doorway as he flipped Mirjam on to her stomach. Her legs hung off the bed. Her feet planted on the floor. She whipped her head around just in time to catch him thumping his cockhead against her ass cheeks, leaving trails of pre-come in his wake.
    When Mirjam squirmed with wet anticipation, Valon mistook her longing for wilfulness. He grabbed her hips and pressed his fingers so deep into her flesh, she knew she’d see bruises later. ‘Skyggen,’ he called. ‘Get over here and hold your shadow’s hands still.’
    Mirjam put up no fight as Skyggen leaned across the bed to grasp her wrists. She shot Skyggen a crafty smile, as if to say, ‘Ha! Your man is about to fuck me, and there’s nothing you can do but stand by and watch.’ But Skyggen didn’t seem put off by the situation. Judging by her keen grin, she might even enjoy the spectacle. Perhaps Mirjam had found something she could respect in her shadow: openness to new experiences, a complete lack of jealousy, and the heart to love a tyrant.
    Squeezing Mirjam’s ass cheeks, Valon slid his thick tip along the wetness of her lower lips. When Mirjam moaned, Skyggen squeezed her hands and released a giggle of affinity. That cock knew what it wanted, and it wanted to pummel her. He launched himself inside. His shaft tore through her wet pussy, lodging deep within. He rested for a moment inside her warmth before quickly pulling out. Mirjam sighed when he left her body, and Skyggen threw her face into Mirjam’s open hands.
    Valon pounded her pussy again, like a rocket straight inside. His cock felt so huge, she opened her legs wider. That, Valon took as intention