" She picked out one book, opened it and read, "The Poetic Edda, translated from the Icelandic with an introduction and notes by Henry Adams Bellows. ...I read part of this in the Library of Congress. It has been out of print for decades." I am fortunate to have found it in a used book store, just as I am fortunate to have found you." Emily put the book back on the shelf, and walked over to kiss him.The next morning they took a shower together. Ken prepared an excellent breakfast for them. Propaganda. The heat of her wings once again warmed against her back.Fauna’s mind was always working, formulating, strategizing, scheming. Petra was not the head of the snake, merely a key and steel bars still held her from her ultimate mission. His knowledge could prove useful. She breathed deep and adjusted her tone, like a mother consoling an injured child.“Rose was my friend.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “For years, fae worked and dwelled alongside man. Our villages were one. No. She was wearing a low cut see-through blouse with plenty of cleavage on show and a visibly lace white bra underneath, as well as a very short skirt. Her smile was also pure seduction and she just opened the door wide and ushered me in.I went through to her lounge and sat down on one of her sofa's. Kathryn offered me a drink proffering a bottle of wine already un-opened on her coffee table and when I nodded she poured me a large glass full. She then sat on the opposite sofa and I didn't need to. He saw his black shirt, Jeans and tight black briefs. “Ha ha, she knows me too well,” he thought. As he began to get changed, he heard the bedroom door open. There came a knock at the door.“Meet me in the living room when you’re done.”When Mordred finished buttoning up his Jeans, he checked himself in the mirror and opened the bathroom door. His cock was already throbbing a little with excitement as the swollen shaft pressed against the material of his underwear. He went into the living room.