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was nearly overwhelming. He must have
seen my eyes flicker, because he kissed each
eyelid softly.
 Keep them closed. You see me like this.
I trust that you see me.
The kiss resumed, and there was a fum-
bling next to him. He came back with what
felt like the satin sash from his robe and the
room darkened around me, leaving me and
Aerie-Smith in our black cocoon.
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He kissed his way down my body, and
for the first time I chafed against being pass-
ive. I had to be, to an extent. I could not see,
and we had butted heads more than once be-
cause I had been going to pleasure him, and
he d been doing the same. Now I let him take
charge, just to minimize the bruising, but I
wanted to see him. I wanted to take his cock
in my mouth while his sober brown eyes
were on me. I wanted to see them flare open
when I shoved him to the back of my throat.
I wanted& oh gods& .
He had me& . I was thrusting in the
heaven of his fist and his mouth, writhing
under the twisting of his tongue, and now, as
they always did, my words deserted me. My
hands knotted in the fineness of his hair, and
one of his hands came up to lace fingers with
me. I clung to him like a child clings to a
blanket and rocked my hips.
 Want to& .
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But he ignored me, and I was powerless
against him. He let his teeth graze me a little
and I trembled& a little bite, a little nip, the
sensitive, nerve-open head of my cock back
in the velvet of his throat, and I was done for.
Lights exploded behind my eyes, and I let
out a roar.
 Gods, Aerie-Smith! Why won t you let
me touch you?
I surprised him I think, because he
sputtered (unpleasant) and choked, and the
next thing I knew he was up next to me in
bed, laughing in his quiet way and burying
his slick, sticky man s muzzle into my neck.
 Little fishes, Naef& , he said, giggling,
 I guess if the staff was under any illusions
about me, they re not anymore!
I rolled my eyes under my blindfold and
rolled my body into his. He was longer than I
was, and I tucked under his chin. His hand
went to my back. There was one place there
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that he worried and rubbed with his hand,
and it seemed to soothe me when he did it.
 I m sorry, I muttered, not particularly feel-
ing sorry.  I& I was hungry for you, that is
all.
He laughed and grunted at the same
time, and thrust his hips against my stom-
ach. He was harder than hard, a slick sheen
of pre-come making him like wet satin
against my skin.  I m here to be devoured.
I growled and felt my way down his
body, and took him into my mouth without a
hello or how are you. I loved his taste: very
animal, but also a little sweet, from fine
soap, and musky and salty. I loved the feel-
ing of fullness in my mouth. I loved the way
he lost his composure hell, lost his words
and his intelligence when I squeezed his
base and licked his head and& .
Hello& .
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His hand had been resting on my flank,
squeezing my arse and, truth-to-tell, making
me arch against him. The hand left for a mo-
ment and returned, and his finger, wet now,
traced the cleft of my bottom. I  Mmlllfffdd,
startled, and thrust him deeper inside my
mouth, and then that teasing finger grazed
my ring, and my head came up, and his cock
slipped out, and I let out a long, hissing
sigh& .
 Ahhhhhhh& .
I thrust backward against his finger
and, as he made a grunt of surprise that he
popped in, I made a groan of satisfaction. I
dropped my head down to business, but it
was a harder business at hand. Something
about that burning, stretching feeling,
something about& .
Oh gods& he d just touched something
down in there, something& my own cock had
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been growing hard, and now it filled with
blood.  Gods, Aerie-Smith& .
 Don t you have something to do with
your mouth? he gasped, and that wicked,
wicked finger kept doing wicked, wicked
things. I thrust my mouth over him and
down to the root, no mean feat, and he
groaned loudly. I took a cue from him and let
a little spit slip through my lips, rubbed my
finger in it, and traced a similar path that his
finger had taken. He whimpered and I took it
as a good sign. For once, I blessed the dark,
because I was skating around, literally trying
to figure his arse from my own elbow, and I
could hear him growling in frustration be-
hind me.
Suddenly I was lifted and manhandled,
settled squarely and awkwardly with my cock
hanging over his mouth and my arse in the
air, his finger buried securely in it, and my
vision black behind the blindfold anyway.
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I had nowhere to go with the frenzy that
threatened to take over my body, nowhere to
retreat in the nakedness of passion, so I
threw myself into pleasuring him back. I
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