Ulric's Wrath!























"My lord, by what method are your hands so supple and tender?" Jeremus asked softly, anxiously into the ear of King Harlaus.

King Harlaus caressed the elder doctor's face with his soft, portly fingers.

"Tis butter, gentle Jeremus."

Jeremus felt a shiver run down his spine, anticipating the night of raucous lovemaking sure to come. King Harlaus gave him a long, slow kiss, and Jeremus was knocked unconscious.