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involuntary welcome.
 Now we play, you and I, Brin growled as he let her slide down another fraction.
 You& youbastard! She bared her teeth and he swayed back out of the way.
 Bite and you get my hand on that juicy little ass.
He lifted her legs, one at a time, and placed them around his waist. Then he urged her forward, wrapping
his arms around her back, so that they were plastered together from groin to belly to chest. His skin was
like a furnace against hers.
He stared deep into her furious eyes and smiled benignly.  I d like to keep you like this forever. Long
fingers loosened her braids, sifting the soft strands, fluffing the hair over her shoulders, her breasts.
Seduced by so much sumptuous pleasure, she fought. Pride came to her rescue. She set her jaw.
 Mother, how I hate you! He wasn t going to win.
He nudged Twink and the vran lurched forward with a jerk that made them both gasp. Brin recovered
first.  I should spank you for telling lies, scout.
 No, she gasped, shaking.
 Lucky your gorgeous little cunt tells the truth. He tilted his pelvis the slightest bit and her internal
muscles bit down hard in reflex.  Uh-huh, like that. And Lufra s fire burns so hot in your eyes, you
scorch me with it.
 No. It was almost soundless. She couldn t look at him, shemustn t , or she would be the one begging
for the flames. It didn t matter if it looked like surrender, she had to rest, regain her equilibrium. Wearily,
she laid her head on his chest and inhaled. Gods, he smelled wonderful, like pure sin spiced with honey
and male musk. She let herself snuggle, just a little bit. If she could relax&
 Good girl. His fingertips wandered over her ribs, the sides of her breasts.  Only another hour or so.
Mother of Mercy, give me strength.
61 Denise Rossetti
Chapter Nine
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Decorative Arts Bond Torques:
Bond torques are not common even in their Feolin culture of origin, the majority of couples choosing a
less binding form of marriage. Whether jeweled or plain, a matched pair of torques will be made of the
braided hair of the Bondmates and their immediate ancestors. The torques are said to create a psychic
connection between the partners.
Excerpt from the Great Encyclopedia, compiled by Miriliel the Burnished.
Fifteen minutes later, neither of them had said a word and Anje was convinced all the nerves in her body
had relocated to her sexual organs. Every pulse of Brin s cock was greeted with quivering acclamation.
With each step, the vran massaged him against her sheath. The occasional stumble shoved the meaty strut
of him against her womb or pressed his rock hardness into her clit.
Her nipples actually ached and her loins were engorged and tender, like a storm cloud full to bursting
with rain. Slow tears of frustration slipped down her cheeks and her jaw hurt because she d been
clenching it so hard.
She d tried milking him with her internal muscles, working with the gait of the vran. She knew she was
strong, but the gorgeous, masculine solidity of him, the feel of him crammed into her, spreading her
helpless flesh wide, had defeated her.
Where her cheek was pillowed on the heavy bands of muscle across his chest, his heart beat, strong and
steady. The regular thump of it was echoed in his cock, as though a second heart beat there. It
reverberated like a great temple bell through her screamingly sensitive flesh.
Anje sniffed and wiped her damp cheeks against his skin. Gritting her teeth, she reminded herself of who
she was. A Child of the Mother. She was strong enough to push.
Delicately, she extended her tongue and flicked one tight, brown nipple. Brin s cock jerked inside her.
Encouraged, she took the tiny, blood-filled peak between her lips and nibbled, keeping the touch
excruciatingly light.
 Good? she whispered.
 Of course. The shaman s voice remained calm.  Don t forget to keep me balanced.
Sighing, she switched sides, redoubling her efforts, knowing it was useless, wanting to lick and mouth
every inch of his glorious chest, the dragon on his belly, his ass&
Brin cupped her buttocks, massaging, kneading, pressing her enveloping flesh around his shaft. He slid
one finger up and down the crease between her taut cheeks,
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