.. the..."There was a slight pause.Lars reached for her hair again."The injection! I will take the injection!" she cowered."Good, Adrienne," beamed th...e boy, "but not good enough."She looked to Steffan in astonishment."When you ran away from me earlier this evening, I told you that before the evening was over, you would come crawling back to me on hands and knees begging for this injection."She hesitated."Of course, I could always give you back to Lars and his friends."Lars chuckled."Yessss, you. She started moaning. Ummm. Umm. Aaaaah. Aaaaaaaah. Mujhe aur chaiye, do mujhe. Phaar do meri choot, main sirf tumari hoon. Tumaaari raaand, aaaaaah. Her boobs were being sucked dry like she never imagined. She was dirty talking to a plumber and now her phone was ringing. It was her husband. Utha saaali, mangu said, aur Bol isko tu kya kar rahi hai saali randi. She answered, in a broken voice, he..l..lo, mangu grabbed her harder and sucked on her left boob as she spoke or tried to.I’m with the. How would he approach her, his technique, his hands on her were some things that made me wonder. I also thought of my fantasy. In fantasies everything goes perfect. In reality, things could go very bad and this guy was certainly not her type but that's what intrigued me. If my wife passed him in a grocery store she would never give him a second look. The thought of him having her was such a turn-on to me.At this point, I wanted to see this play out in the worst way. He was so into trying this. Anora ... well, it's complicated. But while I figure it out, having an heir will stabilise the succession, appease the bannorn to some extent. You're a Theirin, Alistair, as much as it may pain you. Had I died at Ostagar, it would have been your duty to assume the throne. That won't be the case now, Maker willing, but I still have no heir. So my first act, when I take my throne back, will be to formally recognise you as a Theirin and my heir, until such a time as I have children of my own."He.