Chapter 397 The Situation

Fafnir's gaze became hooded and he struggled to clear fog from his mind. All his focus was on her breasts. To add to his chagrin, Tabit lowered herself and dipped her chin while her eyes were still locked on his face. "Fafnir?" she called him huskily, putting one hand forward.

Fuck. Now her breasts jiggled a bit. Her oversized tunic hung lower, exposing her abdomen. All Fafnir could do was slip from his chair and kneel down in front of her on the floor. His eyes were piercing her on the inside and every logic from his mind evaporated.

Tabit's eyes became wide as her gaze followed his movement. Immediately, she touched his head with her soft hand. "Oh my God! You are so hot!" And then she heard a clack. A button came flying in the air right in front of her eyes and landed behind him. She jerked her head back and her mouth fell to the floor when she saw that his trousers' top button had broken because the crown of his thick and swollen erection had popped out of it and was now in full view. Her cheeks became tomato red.

"Umm... Fafnir..." she muttered, pointing her gaze at his erection. "Your-- your--" She pointed her finger to his erection. "Your pee pee is showing!"

"Fuck!" he rasped. She was sounding so sexy that his balls squeezed tight. It was the six days of pent-up sex and frustration that he was having such a reaction. He was sure that she was going to find his lewd but he wasn't lewd. It was just the natural reaction and he wanted to say that this never happened with him earlier. But by the time those words traveled from his brain to his tongue, they disappeared somewhere. Or maybe they slipped lower to his balls.

Tabit had never seen such a massive erection, in all her life. She gaped at its mere circumference. It was moist with the precum. She licked her lips because her throat was paper dry but then she heard another button flying somewhere. More of his erection peeped out and he groaned as if in massive pain.

She was about to say something when a heavy knock on the door made her stop.

"General Fafnir," Orin called him. "King Eltanin is here and he wants to speak with you!"

"The king?" Fafnir was now very confused. "I'll be right there!" When he looked back at Tabit, he found her smiling.

"I came with King Eltanin and Queen Lusitania," she said softly.

"Oh!" That was all he could manage to say. He turned his back towards her and cursed himself for his condition. Suddenly, he turned back to face her and asked, "Why?"

Orin began pounding the door again. "The king wants you now, General!"

"Damn it!" Fafnir gritted his teeth. He sucked in a deep breath. He took his tunic out to hide the broken button of his pants and said, "Will you come down with me?" Gods above. That sounded suggestive. "I mean to meet the king!" he corrected instantly.

"Yes," she said as she stepped down from the bed and came to stand in front of him.