A Dragon's Tale
Copyright© 2022 by Antiproton
Chapter 83: The Easy Way, or the Hard Way
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 83: The Easy Way, or the Hard Way - An accident + Magic = A man's mind in a dragon's body. After being pulled into a high-fantasy world of elves, magic, and airships, our hero finds himself chased by lords, hunted by mages, and fighting to protect and nurture those he loves while also fighting his new dragon instincts. I promise a happy ending to this character-driven saga, but don't forget: "the course of true love never did run smooth".
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Mind Control Reluctant Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual High Fantasy Restart Magic non-anthro MaleDom Light Bond Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Cream Pie First Oral Sex Pregnancy Slow
Alana rubbed her stomach, and not because a baby was growing in it. No, it was because of the wonderful food at the impromptu party celebrating that Sarah’s demon had been exorcised. It was one of the most joyous occasions she’d ever been a part of, and she wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
“Oh, Sarah.” Thea said to the lady of the hour. “My guardian informed me earlier that your father, Amy, and Rindrin should arrive tomorrow.”
“Wonderful!” Sarah beamed.
Alana smiled.
Of course, that news also put Alana in mind of her own father, who couldn’t even claim to be her father. She waited a few moments, then got up and went over to Yalia.
“Hi Alana.” The young nymph said.
“Hi.” Alana replied with a smile.
“You wanted to ask something?” Yalia said.
“That obvious?” The wood elf replied.
“I spent the afternoon with a very insightful person, and I like to think it’s rubbing off.” Yalia replied.
Alana chuckled. “I was wondering if you heard anything from the Conclave about whether a shamed person’s shame can be removed.”
“No, but Matthew and Plesius spent a while talking about it this afternoon.” She replied. “Plesius thinks there’s a good chance they’ll decide a person’s shame can be removed, but it sounds like Nakhim Nalfigar is trying to get the luminars to decide the other way.”
Alana nodded. “I was afraid of that.”
“I think it will turn out okay.” Yalia replied.
“I hope so.” The wood elf said, trying to put a brave face on. So much was riding on this that she just ... She sighed.
She talked with Yalia for a little longer, then returned to her seat. She was slightly distracted the rest of the party, which thankfully didn’t go as late as Thea’s ball the previous night had.
On the way back to their suite, Ethan nudged her. “You okay?”
“Just thinking about my parents.” She replied. “There’s so much riding on the Conclave’s decision and I don’t know what to do.”
Ethan hesitated a moment before replying. “Well, given all the crap that happened while getting rid of Sarah’s demon, I think I know what Gabriella would suggest.”
“That we pray?” Alana replied.
He nodded.
Alana heard a faint vibrating sound, and it only took a moment to realize that it was Taloni’s wings, which fit perfectly with the beaming smile on her face.
“And it only took getting repeatedly pummeled by a demon for a while before you started remembering that.” Kendra said, the tiniest edge of a smile on her normally neutral face.
Everyone else laughed.
“I might be hard-headed, but if you break enough bones in a short enough time, even I can learn.” Ethan replied.
Everyone laughed again.
Then, when they got to the suite, they all prayed. Alana had no idea how much good it would do, but she was glad that they did.
Fiona stood on the Helene’s weather deck, not feeling sleepy at all despite the lateness of the hour. Conner had fought sleep as well, but not as hard as her body was fighting it. She sighed. It was beautiful tonight, like the previous night, though Lady Ekthros wasn’t on the deck tonight. In fact, Fiona hadn’t seen the other woman all day, which seemed a little odd.
She sighed as the cool breeze wafted through the docks. There was no humidity in the air, though it wasn’t dry, and it had a small note of crispness that always accompanied early autumn. Out on the dock, many lanterns were hung along the wooden frame of the docks, which were attached to the massive trees around which the city was built.
A faint scent of what smelled like stew was being carried on the wind, no doubt from a nearby restaurant, or more likely a pub given the hour. The elven docks never had a single drunk sailor on them. The only time she had seen someone who looked a little tipsy, the dock guards had escorted him away. Her husband said he would be put in a holding area until he sobered up, then released.
The moon was out and casting a bluish light over the area. For some reason, that seemed to make the entire area feel peaceful, especially when paired with the lanterns, and doubly especially when contrasted with the worry in Fiona’s soul.
Lord Delmar had already told Prince George that he was a dragon, and soon, all of Narlotten would know; only Illuminar knew how that would go. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“Delivery.” Someone said from directly behind her.
She jumped and whirled around to see--
“Tabby?” She put her hand over her now-racing heart.
Her former bodyguard nodded once, then held up a letter, consisting of a note folded on itself and sealed with wax.
“Tabby!” Fiona smiled and pulled her former bodyguard into a hug. It was a one-sided hug, but at least she didn’t move away or prevent it.
“Was someone asking you to deliver the letter?” Fiona asked after stepping back.
Tabitha shook her head once.
Fiona frowned. “Were you volunteering?”
Tabitha shook her head once again.
“Then how...?”
Tabitha just looked at her, then raised the letter and offered it again.
Fiona opened it, read it, and couldn’t help but smile. “It’s from Sarah, she was getting rid of her demon and she’s wanting to see me to talk.” She looked up, and Tabitha was as unreadable as ever. “I was forgetting to thank you for helping me talk to Ethan and his wives at the ball.” Fiona said after a long silence. “I’m really appreciating that.”
“You are welcome.” Tabitha replied, but didn’t say anything else, nor even smile.
“Why were you coming here Tabby, if you weren’t being asked or volunteering?” Fiona paused, then added. “Were you being ordered, or paid?”
Tabitha shook her head twice with a slight pause in between them, but otherwise didn’t reply.
Fiona felt her mouth morph into some combination of a smile and a frown, then patted the railing right next to her. “Come on, you could be joining me for a few minutes.”
Tabitha did, though she remained as silent as ever.
Fiona smiled. “You know, I’m thinking you could probably be blending in better and giving less away if you were saying more. It’s easier to notice things when you say so little and express even less.”
“Perhaps.” Tabitha replied, her face, tone, and body language unreadable.
“Is that on purpose?” Fiona asked. “Are you wanting to express more, but aren’t feeling like you can?”
“Perhaps.” Tabitha repeated exactly as before.
Fiona chuckled, then looked at the letter again. “It’s sounding like they were having an impromptu party; I’m hoping it was wonderful and she was happy.”
“It was, and she was.” Tabitha said, unreadable as ever.
“Were you invited?” Fiona asked.
Tabitha shook her head once.
Fiona smiled. “Were you there anyway, out of the way and watching like you usually are?”
“Yes.” She replied.
Finally, a verbal answer; that made Fiona smile. “So, she’s happy?”
Tabitha nodded once.
Fiona smiled wider. “Tabby, what would be making you that happy?”
She didn’t reply.
“I was noticing that you liked being around Conner.” Fiona observed. “Are you liking children?”
Again, Tabitha didn’t reply.
“Some things never change.” Fiona said, then looked down at the letter again and reread it. When she had finished, Tabitha was still nearby at the railing, looking out across the docks. Or at least, that’s what Fiona thought she was doing. The reality was anyone’s guess.
“How have you been Tabby?” Fiona asked after a moment.
“Well.” She replied, her tone still unreadable.
Fiona looked down at the letter for another moment, then opened her mouth to inhale so she could ask Tabby another question. However, when she turned, her former bodyguard was nowhere to be seen. Fiona turned completely around, and Tabby wasn’t anywhere on the deck. She looked over the side but didn’t see her there either.
Fiona smiled.
It seemed like Tabitha had gone out of her way to deliver the letter instead of whoever had been going to. The only reason she could think of that Tabby would do that is if she wanted to see her. Despite the jump scare and the fact that she had said almost nothing, that was actually kind of sweet.
Sarah opened her eyes with a smile on her face. Not only because her demon was finally gone, and not only because of the impromptu party the previous night. Those helped, but really, it was something else. It was much harder to define and much harder to put her finger on it, but it was real.
She felt better.
Physically, mentally, spiritually; all of it. If there was a way to feel better, she felt it. She hadn’t noticed right after her demon had left because she was so nervous that Ethan wouldn’t like how she looked. Apparently, she needn’t have worried because he had kept his eyes on her all evening.
Sarah almost wanted to get up and look at herself in the mirror again just to make sure it was real. She looked like her mother, and that alone was such a huge blessing that she couldn’t put it into words. It helped her to feel connected to her in a way that she hadn’t before, and it made her heart swell.
And everyone thought she was pretty.
Sarah had even noticed one of the men at the palace glance at her a bit too long, like she had always seen men do to pretty girls. They had never done that to her before. It made her feel beautiful, which was wonderful. Though, something about it hadn’t sat quite well with her, probably because it wasn’t Ethan.
Again, she almost pinched herself to make sure that it was real and she wasn’t dreaming.
“I wouldn’t pinch yourself.” A soft, melodic voice said from nearby.
Sarah opened her eyes and sat up to see Gabriella sitting on the side of her bed with one of the widest smiles that Sarah had ever seen. The angel was beaming, and not just figuratively either. She was giving off a warm glow that had the intensity of a bonfire but the warmth of a candle.
“It is real in the sense that your demon is gone and everything you remember did indeed happen.” Gabriella continued. “However, this is a dream, and I wouldn’t want you to wake up just yet.”
Sarah looked around, but the room was the bedroom of her suite in Nalatia, exactly where she had fallen asleep. “Are you sure I’m dreaming?”
Gabriella laughed. It was a pleasant, musical laugh filled with warmth and joy that made Sarah want to laugh with her.
“The dark ones like to sculpt dreams to create artificial comfort more conducive to deception.” Gabriella replied. “The holy ones see no need to alter dreams, for Illuminar — blessed be He — created the gift of dreaming and we wouldn’t dare to interfere with His creation.”
“Oh, okay.” Sarah nodded. “That makes sense.”
“My Lord is so very proud of you.” Gabriella said, still beaming.
“He is?” She replied. “But ... but I took so long to want it gone.”
“You did, but He rejoices that you have finally seen what it was doing to you, and what it was trying to make you into.”
Sarah bit her lip. “Lady Ekthros?”
“You would never have become that, but you would have drifted away from Illuminar, and that would have slowly created space between you, your fellow wives, and even Ethan.” The angel replied. “None would ever stop loving you, but you would have found yourself lonely and isolated yourself from the others. Over time, you would’ve recreated the circumstances in which you grew up. Not intentionally, but you would have.”
Sarah swallowed.
“But that will not be your future now.” The angel added with a comforting smile.
“What will be my future then?” Sarah asked.
Gabriella laughed. “Dear girl, I don’t know.”
“Oh.” Sarah wasn’t sure if she should be sad or relieved by that. “So, if I ask Illuminar, will He tell me?”
“The future isn’t what you think, if you think there’s only one way it can go.” Gabriella replied. “Do you remember that game on Earth that Ethan told you about? ‘Bowling’, where you use a heavy ball rolling down a lane with gutters trying to knock down the pins at the end?”
She nodded.
“Think of the future like that, only with those ‘gutter guards’ that Ethan mentioned.” The angel said. “The ball is you, rolling along in life, and the pins are the things you want in life. The end destination is where Illuminar — blessed be He — wants things to go, informed by mortal prayers. No matter what happens, the ball will reach the end destination, where my Lord wants it to go. If it would go into the gutter, He intervenes so it does not, like the gutter guards do in the game.”
“Okay.” Sarah nodded slowly, following so far.
“However.” Gabriella looked at Sarah seriously. “How many of the pins you hit — how many of the things in life you want that you get — depends on how the ball moves. You throw many times in a game, and if you try your best, you can knock down most of the pins, most of the time. But if you don’t try, you won’t knock down many pins at all. Every choice and decision is like another throw of the bowling ball.”
“Oh.” Sarah thought about that for a moment. “So, my path in life isn’t chosen?”
“You could have turned Ethan down.” Gabriella replied. “You could have refused to join the Argo and lived out the rest of your life at your father’s inn. That would have meant only knocking down one or two metaphorical ‘pins’, but you could have.”
Sarah grimaced; she didn’t even want to think about a life like that.
“You throw the ball, and my Lord makes sure it doesn’t go into the gutter, like the gutter guards.” Gabriella added. “How many pins you hit depends in large part on how much effort you put in...” She looked at Sarah seriously. “ ... and how much help you ask for. My Lord is happy to help you throw better, to hit more pins, but He is a gentleman, and so He rarely intervenes unless asked.”
“But, I’ve always heard that Illuminar has a plan for everyone’s life.” Sarah replied.
“He does.” Gabriella confirmed. “But many choose to ignore His plan and throw the ball their own way, hitting far fewer ‘pins’ as a result. Illuminar — blessed be He — won’t let His plans for the world and the good of mortals fall into the gutter. But if someone refuses help and wishes to throw the ball their own way, my Lord won’t stop them. He gave this world to mortals, and takes that gift seriously.”
Sarah nodded slowly as she considered that. She was still sitting in the bed with the covers over her lower half, and she rearranged them a little to give herself something to do while she thought.
“So ... what about Lady Ekthros?” She finally asked. “That one day, you were there and you tried to convince me to keep the demon in, and I didn’t.” She paused. “But because I didn’t, I met Fiona and Amy...”
“No, you didn’t meet Fiona and Amy because of that.” Gabriella corrected. “You met Fiona and Amy in spite of that.”
“I would have met them anyway?” Sarah asked.
The angel nodded. “You would have gone to Karnas, lived at the castle with Fiona, and would’ve met Amy regardless. However, you would have skipped the captivity you endured with Lady Ekthros if you had listened.”
“Oh.” She didn’t know what else to say.
“Yes, you can actually improve your life.” Gabriella sad. “You can work to make it better. You will be much more successful at that if you ask for my Lord’s help, but never forget that you can make your life better.”
Sarah nodded slowly. “But, doesn’t that also mean that I can make it worse?”
“It does.” The angel replied. “That’s the trouble with free will; your results depend in large part on your efforts.”
“So, Ethan, Alana, and the others could make things worse?” Sarah finally asked.
“It’s possible.” Gabriella nodded. “If none of you prayed ever again from this moment on, you would find that many of you have something in common with Candice when the war is over.”
Sarah swallowed.
Hard.
“That’s actually why I’m here.” The angel added. “A gentle reminder far in advance so you can avoid such things.”
“Oh.” Sarah breathed a sigh of relief.
“The whole family prayed together last night.” Gabriella said. “If they hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here.”
“Oh. Hmm.” Sarah cocked her head to one side. “So, my prayers actually matter?”
“They do.” Gabriella confirmed. “Every prayer you’ve prayed is precious to Illuminar — blessed be He. Every one of them contributed to where you are now, betrothed to Ethan and freed from your demon.”
She couldn’t help but smile as she remembered that.
“Now, there is another reason I came to you tonight; you have a decision to make.” The angel said.
“I do? About what?”
“Ethan will need someone to help him fight the possessed men.” Gabriella said. “My Lord wants to offer you a choice: you can choose who will be gifted with speed and strength great enough to fight alongside Ethan against the possessed men, because he will need the help. You can choose to receive this gift yourself, or give it to whomever you think is best.”
Sarah’s eyes widened. “Me? You want me to choose?”
Gabriella nodded. “My Lord is offering you this choice, yes.”
“But ... but ... but what if I choose wrongly?” Sarah asked.
“He is more than willing to help you choose well.” Gabriella replied. “He showed Rachel what her future would look like depending on what she chose many moons ago; He can do the same again.”
“I--” Sarah was about to say that she didn’t know where to start, but paused. “Oh, this is something I should pray about, isn’t it?”
Gabriella beamed. “Of course.”
“I can do that.” Sarah said. “I will do that. Can I ask for advice?”
“You can, but I would suggest another option.” Gabriella replied. “This is a dream, and often people don’t remember parts of their dreams. This decision can remain in your dreams for a time and be forgotten in the waking world, so you will not need to stress about it.” She smiled. “You have a wedding coming up, and my Lord would prefer that you be able to enjoy that without additional stress.”
“So, I’ll remember it whenever I’m dreaming, but not when I’m awake?”
“For a time, yes.” Gabriella replied, then smiled. “One can pray while one is dreaming you know.”
“And, it’ll all turn out okay if I don’t remember it while I’m awake for a while?”
“It will not turn out worse.” The angel assured her.
“Okay, then yes please.” She replied, then took a moment to think about it. “Can I think out loud without actually deciding?”
“Absolutely.” The angel beamed.
“My first thought was Kendra.” Sarah said. “She would be a great person to help Ethan.”
“And you can choose her, but I would pray about it at length first.” Gabriella replied.
“Okay, I will.” Sarah said.
“Oh, and one more thing.” Gabriella pulled out a small mirror from somewhere and held it up so that Sarah could see herself in it. It was the most perfect mirror that Sarah had ever seen. “It might be a dream, but it’s also real.”
Sarah beamed.
Kendra yawned as she woke, somewhat tangled between Taloni and Beth since Selene was in Ethan’s arms this morning. A quick glance made Kendra slightly jealous; Selene was everything that Kendra wanted to be physically: drop-dead gorgeous, large-but-not-overly-large breasts, shapely figure, gorgeous hair, plus everything else. She even had perfect nails; it was so unfair, not that she was upset at Selene or anything.
Kendra sighed, then extricated herself from her fellow wives and stood there looking at them for a moment. They were all just lovely, incredibly so, and watching them sleep safe and sound never failed to bring a smile to her face. She watched for a minute, then found her dress and slipped it on. She watched them for another moment, smiled a bit wider, then slipped out of the room.
Sadly, her body wouldn’t exercise itself.
She ran through her usual morning routine, pleased to see that she was indeed getting better. She was a hair less stable on her feet than she was used to, but again, that was going away, and she doubted anyone except Ethan or Serif could tell. Selene probably couldn’t even tell, and she was getting very good.
Once she was done, she considered going back to bed, but was too awake to lie in bed doing nothing because Ethan and her fellow wives probably wouldn’t be up for a while yet. Instead, she slipped out of the suite.
“Halasses, Falsoon.” She nodded to the two Lightguard stationed outside the door.
“Ma’am.” They both nodded back.
“All quiet except for Victoria.” Halasses added, answering the question that she asked every morning before she’d even asked. “She’s been pacing for the last half hour.”
“Any idea why?”
“Guess.” Halasses got an amused expression on his face.
Kendra nodded. “Speaking of such things, how did things go with Candice when you asked?”
“Reasonably well.” The captain of the Lightguard replied. “She wasn’t disinterested, though I told her not to answer at the time, but rather to take some time to be sure.”
“That’s probably wise.” Kendra said, then turned to the other Lightguard. “How did your granddaughter’s first tea party go?”
“Quite well, thank you for remembering.” He replied, but didn’t elaborate; but then again, he never did. Still, it paid to get to know people like personal guards. It made them more likely to want to protect her family, plus, no one could infiltrate them without her being aware if she knew them well.
“I’m glad to hear that.” She replied, then looked toward where Victoria’s suite was. “Well, I’ll go check on our pacing friend and see what the good colonel did now.”
Halasses smiled, then nodded once.
Kendra walked that way and turned a corner to see that Victoria was indeed pacing the hallway. She would occasionally huff, and sometimes relax, then keep pacing like she was being paid by the step.
“Copper for your thoughts?” Kendra asked.
“He’s so aggravating!” Victoria huffed. “And I can’t read his mind so I never know what he’s thinking, and I don’t know what he’s up to, and he’s just ... just...” She let out a strangled groan that had plenty of exasperation, and even a little anger thrown in for flavor.
“What did he do now?” Kendra asked.
“He told me that I was beautiful, and he was all sincere about it too.” The gorgeous platinum blonde said, and Kendra found herself wishing that her birthday was also the sixth day of the sixth month. Alas...
“Why is a compliment so bad?” Kendra asked.
“Because: Why?” She replied. “What’s his angle? What is he trying to get out of me? He must be up to something, I just don’t know what.”
“You’re acting like a spoiled brat.” Kendra said, tired of hearing this kind of thing from her.
Victoria stopped like she’d been slapped. “What?”
“You are betrothed to a good man, who even Falkaan couldn’t find dirt on, and he gave you a genuine compliment. Maybe he was trying to be nice to his betrothed, who seems determined to find fault with everything he does and ruin any chance she has at having a good marriage.”
Victoria stared, mouth hanging open.
“Maybe, next time, just say ‘thank you’ and realize that as a good man, he might not be trying to get anything from you.” Kendra pointed out. “You’re already betrothed to him, so he’s going to get all of you for the rest of his life anyway. Maybe, just maybe, he’s trying to be nice to the stubborn, pig-headed woman he’s betrothed to in a vain attempt to make his marriage tolerable.”
Victoria moved her mouth, but no words came.
“Personally, I think he would have better luck with a cane across your backside.” Kendra added, mostly kidding. Mostly. “But he’s probably too nice for that.” She gave Victoria a significant look.
Color was beginning to blossom on Victoria’s porcelain cheeks. “I’m not that bad, am I?”
Kendra raised her eyebrow.
“Oh.” Victoria said, her whole face red at this point.
Kendra just let her stew in her obvious shame and embarrassment without speaking. They weren’t fun emotions, but painful things — including emotions — tended to be great teachers.
“I’m really that bad?” Victoria said after a few moments.
“Sarah said that you complained that he wanted to bond with you.” Kendra said, and just let that hang there.
Victoria grimaced.
“If you had a son, would you want his future wife to treat him the way that you treat your betrothed?” Kendra asked, driving the point home.
Victoria winced.
Again, Kendra just let her sit with that for a moment.
“Um.” She swallowed. “I can get better.”
Kendra made her tone fractionally less hard. “A good start would be an apology.”
Victoria nodded. “Okay.”
“Also, tell him that you appreciate the compliment.” Kendra added. “Men feel loved when their wives are appreciative.”
That was the moment that Kendra realized that she wasn’t behaving like her usual taciturn self. Hmm, her fellow wives must be rubbing off on her. When did that happen? When did she start trying to randomly help people outside her family?
“Thank you.” Victoria said after a moment.
“You’re welcome.” Kendra replied.
“I’ll get better.” Victoria said after several seconds, and her insistent tone sounded like she was trying to convince both Kendra and herself.
“Hopefully, or you’ll just make both of you miserable.” Kendra replied, not wanting to let the pressure off of Victoria to make sure the point was fully driven home, no matter how uncomfortable it made the other woman. Okay, maybe she hadn’t changed that much.
Sarah woke up with a smile, and she was actually awake this time. She could hear the birds singing outside her window and got up to go look. There was a small, brightly-colored bird that she didn’t recognize on a tree nearby, singing in the morning like it was a festive moment. For Sarah, it felt like one. Today was the first day in well over a decade that she had woken up without her demon.
She paused.
No, it wasn’t ‘her demon’ anymore. It was just ‘a’ demon.
She smiled.
Movement caught her eye, and she looked up to see a flock of birds flying in formation, heading south. She supposed that it was getting to be that time of year. Still, this would be her first winter as a woman without a demon, and she couldn’t wait.
She went to the bathroom and took a moment to look in the mirror, almost tearing up as she saw so much of her mother in her reflection. She wondered what her father would say when he, Amy, and Rindrin arrived later that morning.
She finished getting ready and slipped out of her suite to go across the hall to Ethan’s suite.
“Halasses, Falsoon.” She smiled at the two Lightguard outside of Ethan’s suite. “How are you this morning?”
“Well, thank you for asking.” The captain of the Lightguard replied.
“And...?” Sarah prompted excitedly. “I didn’t ask Candice last night, so I’m dying to hear how it went.”
Halasses smiled. “It went well. She seemed receptive, and especially so when I mentioned the possibility of her living in Nalatia with mostly-elven children. Thank you for suggesting that.”
“You’re welcome.” She smiled back. “Ethan mentioned how much she loves elven culture, so I’m glad to hear it helped.”
“I believe that it did.” Halasses nodded.
Sarah turned to the other Lightguard. “Falsoon, how did your granddaughter’s first tea party go?”
“It went very well, thank you for asking.” He replied, then added a rare embellishment without being prompted. “She appreciated the seasoning tweak to the crumpets that you suggested.”
“I’m so happy to hear that.” Sarah beamed. He rarely said more, but every once in a great while, he would. Sarah always asked, mostly because he didn’t seem to mind her asking, and because people always had such interesting things to say when they talked about their lives. She loved hearing those kinds of things.
They opened the doors for her and she slipped inside, then went to the door to Ethan’s bedroom and paused, listening at the door to make sure that she didn’t interrupt them. It didn’t take very long for a feminine moan to drift through the door, making Sarah’s cheeks grow a little warm. She stepped back from the door and found a seat in the living room so she wouldn’t disturb them.
Still, she couldn’t help but wonder...
She glanced at the door, glad that it was thick enough to deaden the sound. More than once lately, she had been finding her mind drifting to her wedding night with Ethan and the rest of his wives. She still wanted them there, even though a part of her was apprehensive about it too.
Her mind drifted back to the previous day when Selene had teased her about kissing Beth. No one besides Selene knew that Sarah had wondered what that would be like. Not because she had any particular attraction to the blonde, but because Sarah knew his other wives did that, and Beth seemed likely to experiment first.