I cannot be jealous of either of my lovers, for that is an abusive emotion.įortunately, my other lover, Carter (a pink omega from another world across the stars), does not test me. And while he is technically the barbarian, learning about society for the first time, I have made my own adjustments, reteaching myself to be civilized. My reputation would send news of my displeasure throughout the camp with a whisper in every ear, like a cough spreading.īut Pykh has made friends here. And tail whipping and everyone who doesn’t follow. Though, when some young and incidentally gorgeous warrior calls, ‘Pykh!’ across our encampment and I know he is talking to my very attractive lover, I have the notion to start setting an example. You will not hear me say that very often. I had lost all hope for escaping the cages that kept me, and so I never thought that I should teach Pykh his proper name, though I chose one and kept it secret for a long time.Įivrir. The last time I did so was to Pykh, my wild and man-raised-as-a-slave lover, whose cute nickname has become his second name to his close friends and our family. The Slayer, the Protector, the Greatest Warrior in All Our Villages.īut I have not had to introduce myself for a long time.
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