<div class="floatright">(https://img00.deviantart.net/9350/i/2013/067/7/5/prince_ivan_wolf_by_mad_sama-d5xbtav.jpg)</div>Size difference was, as Cima would find in a few moments, understating it quite a bit.  Auren had never been lacking in that department but, when he had become the heir apparent, the people whose business it was to make sure the next king would produce a lot of children and keep a lot of women (some of quite great stature) happy had begun ordering potions for him.  Potions which bore the same seal that Cima had inscribed on the bottles of her more expensive brews, although the orders had of course been completely anonymous (and came with extra coin so that no questions were asked).  After (reluctantly) drinking the potions the last few months, Auren had gotten... well, he was so big now  he didn't quite know what to do with himself.  Fortunately he had help with that now--quite fortunately since, almost as if he had hit a second puberty, he found his body getting urges quite more often than he preferred to or was accustomed to as well.<br/><br/>"You're too kind," he said, his lips twitching a bit as the only sign he was slightly amused by her nervousness.  He slid a little closer, leaning over her on the bed.  "Thank you for inviting me," he began, his hand sliding up the bed and, starting by her ankle, smoothly going along her leg until he was feeling her round green thigh, his fingers poking up under her dress and giving a gentle, but firm, squeeze of her soft flesh.  His eyes, narrowed a bit, flickered in candlelight as he gave her a smoldering stare, moving slowly closer.<br/>