Galthanos groaned and traded kisses with honey haired Kacie and petite, strawberry blond Althea while the Velvet Lady bobbed her head up and down on his monstrous manhood, cheeks sucked in, dark hair sometimes falling over his hard abdominals.<br/><br/>It was a good dream.  Galthanos sighed in disappointment when he realized it was a dream, for that meant it would end soon.  He hadn't been able to afford the services of the wench who'd caught his eye last night, who was on the verge of drinking his seed when he woke with a groan, manhood tenting the sheets before him.<br/><br/>The stench was horrific compared to the open roads and plains he was accustomed too, but there were joys to the waking world too.  The bed--like the shack--was small for three, but that was okay, it kept his Althea and his Kacie snuggled close to him in the night.  Turning to the younger of the two beauties first--Althea the Rankan, petite and shapely.  There was no sign on her sleeping face of the bruises that had enraged him enough to take her father's life, nor of the fear that once seized her whenever he touched her.<br/><br/>Galthanos kissed the younger of his two wives awake, then turned to the honey haired girl at his other side.  He'd known all his life that Kacie was to be his, just as his closest sister was to be her older brothers.  He'd had a variety of responses to that as a child.  Now he simply delighted in her.