Do you know me?

"Natasha, we have guests." A stout man about 6'2 feet tall walked into a spacious, luxurious room where a woman stood facing the window that gave her a good view of the stronghold beautiful ambience and lively atmosphere.

Admiring her enchanting hourglass shape and ample, shapely yet firm buttocks that her gown couldn't hide, the man gulped but maintained a good distance away from her.

"I don't want to meet anyone." Her pleasant voice slithered into his ears. 

Like a few other men, he hungered for this powerful, aloof, and distant woman who was also their leader.

He had the right to call her by her name because of their bond, which had lasted over a century.

Even she knew that he wanted her, as did the rest of the high elcheons of the sphere, and he knew it was just a little more.

Maybe in another century, her walls would finally fall, giving him access to what he yearned for.