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"M, too I beat up the harpies, Graeme, and Phaedra" Then I realized what I’d said and sat bolt upright "I wonder if Graeme survived the cave-in?"

Anyan pushed ently

"No Graeme Not now But what cave-in?"

"There was a cave-in, apparently I wasn’t there Blondie had sent me ahead"

"She sent you ahead, did she?" Anyan asked, disapproval written all over his face as he shifted me around to his other side so he could have at my left arm When that was all bruise free, he moved his dark head over my mottled belly

"I’e to follow that single affirmation up with Molly Bloom’s exultant "Yes! Yes! Yes!" shouted to the cos hest, my virtue swooned

And he’s not even used his thumbs, yet, my libido marveled, clearly in awe

"Those aren’t bruises," I panted, as he latched onto a nipple

"Hush," caainstaround like lunatics for what felt like weeks, and the last ti away at his own anus It was hard to believe that now, here ere, all human (really human! I remembered), naked, and in each other’s ar me to blush I hated when I blushed athe’s brushed his teeth,hs His mouth found

"Minx," hebetween ht side so he could run his pal warh, torn as I was between sexual exciteed sides to run his fingers upto his lips to trace up h, I made up ic foundflesh and healedand licking till he paused abovewet sex

And then he used his thuently to lick up the entire length of h hts about how Anyan had become such a proficient licker

All snark waves ceased, however, when he licked upward again, so slowly, before finding , as he quickly stopped teasing Instead, he worked ers slide into me

"Oh, puppy," I moaned, as he stretchedtheainst ain

"So wet," he abbled sohly as "You are the lord of, sated heap Anyan extracted his clever fingers, although his tongue was still busy lapping at , the sensation too much, I shoved weakly at his head He lethis way back up my body

The smell and taste of myself on his lips as he kissed my mouth pushed one last, tiredup at hi a yawn

Anyan chuckled "I want you wet, begging, and--most important--ahen I ravish you, sweetyou’re one into more detail, but I wouldn’t knoas already fast asleep

I awoke to gentle snores in my ear and a police baton pressed into the sleefully, way too awake, according to the rest of me

I waited till gled back in Anyan’s arly Which ht be a proble and sordid history with things the size and shape of clubs

The hand that suddenly found ently at gled back again against the barghest

"Morning," he ru," I purred, happy as a cat lounging in a patch of sun