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The Red Vixen at Sea, Chapter One
Jul. 15th, 2014 09:41 pmAs I noted on FB I'm going about this backwards. This is supposed to be the story after Shadow of History, but I got a bug in my bonnet to write this bit down.
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“So I was thinking that once we go over the quarterly earnings report for the plantation on Nagrim later this morning with the administrator you and I could…” Melanie paused, looking at her husband Rolas’ back from her perch at the edge of the bed. Normally this was an enjoyable exercise, especially in the morning, while he was still undressed and allowing her a fine view of his well-muscled shoulders, the definition visible even under the tall foxen male’s dark brown pelt, his black tail waving over his ass cheeks. “Rolas, are you even listening to me?” she prompted.
“Mm, yes dear,” he murmured, still looking out the open glass doors to the morning dawn rising over their home, a small manor house on the lands administered by his parents, the Countess and Count Darktail.
( Not a good start to the morning )
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“So I was thinking that once we go over the quarterly earnings report for the plantation on Nagrim later this morning with the administrator you and I could…” Melanie paused, looking at her husband Rolas’ back from her perch at the edge of the bed. Normally this was an enjoyable exercise, especially in the morning, while he was still undressed and allowing her a fine view of his well-muscled shoulders, the definition visible even under the tall foxen male’s dark brown pelt, his black tail waving over his ass cheeks. “Rolas, are you even listening to me?” she prompted.
“Mm, yes dear,” he murmured, still looking out the open glass doors to the morning dawn rising over their home, a small manor house on the lands administered by his parents, the Countess and Count Darktail.
( Not a good start to the morning )
