succubus, but his mastery over the deadly mix of his human jealousy and his dragon instincts to violently protect what was his, had come a long way. They could handle themselves, and he was almost amused to see Nysa coldly shooting down some asshole at the bar while waiting for the barkeep to have a moment.
Point was, he’d always feel that jealousy, it was the mastering of it and controlling it that was the goal. As long as no one got too pushy, or tried to grab what was his, he was almost fine with the attention they garnered. What was extremely disturbing however, was he felt that same twinge of jealousy at the men eye-fucking his phoenix.
The redheaded sexy bitch driving him crazy was definitely not his. She could fuck whoever she wanted, and it wouldn’t bother him a bit. Or at least, that’s what he firmly told himself as the blonde and curvy bar wench flounced over to take their order. It took her massively bountiful breasts several moments to stop swaying in a rather mesmerizing fashion, but outside of the eye-candy effect and male instinctual response there was absolutely no temptation there. He was more than happy with his three nymphs, succubus, and princess.
Still, they were the biggest he’d ever seen, even bigger than Nysa’s who he’d only seen equaled three times in the past.
She said, “I’m Lacey. Just call out my name if you need anything. We have a venison stew tonight with some bread, or we have leg of lamb and garlic mashed potatoes with a vegetable medley.”
“The second one, double the meat, and an ale. A second order of the same, we have a fifth. Willow here will be eating the venison stew,” he waved a hand in her direction as he ordered for his dryad which had a profound effect on her. She smiled widely and seemed to relax. He still wasn’t quite used to micro-managing her life, but he was getting there, and there was no denying she loved it.
The rest of his ladies ordered then, and Lacey flounced toward the back, her swishing ass was almost as alluring as her breasts had been. At least she was full grown.
He grunted and stood up and walked over to the bounty board. He wanted to determine a schedule at least. The next town about two days west was a mining village called Ironreach. Apparently, there was a highly organized group of bandits between the city and Ironreach that was stealing whole caravan’s worth of iron. The reward for taking out the bandits was a hundred gold, but it was double that if he could find out who they were connected with and how they were funneling the iron back into the cities for a profit.
He decided to take that on when they left the city, and just claim the reward when they reached Ironreach. He wasn’t riding halfway there just to turn around. He looked at the other bounties. There were more than a few wanted notices, but he had no idea how to chase down men in a city so dismissed those. The only other thing on the board was a small pack of six Dire wolves that were raiding the local farms at night and killing and feasting on cattle and chickens.
It wasn’t much, but it was sixty gold, and something to do while his Nysa took care of business in the city. He tentatively planned to spend two days there, so that was three nights in a row with his future queen, and he hadn’t seen her in three days. He was looking forward to it.
He froze for a second as he turned around and had to suppress a growl that rose in his throat at the three men hitting on Shar, Willow, and Cinder. His Nysa was still at the bar, but she was chatting with the old barkeep. He had to suppress a bark of laughter, as Willow rolled her eyes and he felt her magic. He wasn’t sure what she was doing, but the three men all started to fidget and squirm, and then all of them suddenly made a beeline for the door.
He smirked as he walked over to the table and sat down, “What was that about?”
Willow giggled, “They had stomach issues, something they ate no doubt.”
Shar snorted a laugh.
Cinder nodded, “They weren’t that bad, but I have to admit that’s handy. Nature magic must make it a lot easier to deal with persistent men