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He wasn’t about to say no and what had been partially erect now stood up for her. As she stroked his cock, he watched her hands in the mirror stroking him. His gaze moved to her face and to her breasts.
She took portions of her hair, crisscrossing them to lay down her back, otherwise the fall of her hair would block the sight of what she intended to do.
Slowly, she leaned down and licked the crown of his cock, flicking around the sensitive edge, then drawing him into her mouth. He groaned heavily as he watched her head move up and down, her lips pulling on him, her mouth sucking.
He put his hand on her head, encouraging her and to some degree controlling her. She liked a certain amount of pressure and restraint. Her earthy garden scent was rich in his nostrils, adding to the pleasure.
He slid his finger along her cheek and played with the feel of her lips on his cock, so that at times he touched his own cock and the wetness she left behind as she sucked.
But again, he quickly reached a place where his balls tightened, so he pushed at her shoulder gently. “Wait.”
She leaned back on her knees, still facing the mirror.
He rose up, shifting positions until he was behind her. He surrounded her with his arms and held her for a moment, meeting her gaze in the mirror. “I love that you’re here with me.”
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Yolanthe guided her voyeur window around the couple, looking at Rachel first and lusting for her beautiful breasts, then panning to see Duncan from the side. She’d been so close to him for the past two weeks since having set up her powerful mind-link that she felt as though he was being unfaithful to her by coupling with Rachel. She even felt a little heart-achy.
Foolishness, of course.
She knew the couple was at Duncan’s lakeside house because she could see the lake. She wasn’t stupid.
The problem was finding the actual Second Earth location within the Darkening Grid. It wasn’t a simple process. She had the grid operators hunting even now for a place to bust through, but it would take time. The darkening grid had tremendous potential, but Chustaffus had not invested nearly enough capital to get all the bugs worked out.
While the operators worked on her behalf, she saw no reason why she shouldn’t engage in a little pleasure herself. Besides, she wanted to see what kind of skills the man had. It would make for a smoother transition when Duncan became her lover.
She called for two of her favorite sex-slaves, a small woman and a very built, warrior-type male. When they arrived, she had them remove her clothes slowly, encouraging each to pet her and kiss her. They were well-trained and knew every erotic place on her body.
All the while, she watched her voyeur window and enjoyed the sight of Duncan changing positions as he moved behind Rachel. He pressed his cock up and down her buttocks. Rachel’s wing-locks had begun to weep as well, one more sign the woman was thoroughly aroused.
Moving to stand in front of a wall, Yolanthe planted her hands on the rust-and-marble tile for support. She commanded the woman first, “On your knees and I want a lot of tongue this time, not just suckling.”
“Yes, Princess.”
Yolanthe spread her legs and gasped as the small, feminine tongue began to play with her folds and make small dabs against her clitoris.
She instructed the male slave to oil her anus and to use her well. As he obeyed and penetrated her with his fingers, the woman eased lower until her tongue was flicking over her opening. Yolanthe once more set her gaze on Duncan and Rachel.
Duncan now had the woman laid out on her stomach, her legs spread wide, his tight, powerful buttocks and strong muscular back making her clench. How she wanted him.
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Rachel fingered the cool silk sheet as Duncan settled himself between her legs from behind. She was spread eagle, very vulnerable and loved it when he placed a hand firmly on her back. “You’re mine, Rachel.”
That she couldn’t move, excited her. That he had control of her made her wing-locks weep even more. His cider scent intensified every sensation.
“I’m going to suck on your back, Rachel. Would you like that?”
“Yes.” The word came out hoarse.
He’d moved the mirror up to her shoulder so that she could watch his tongue and his lips. She was breathing hard as he finally drew close to her upper left lock and swept his tongue the entire length. The locks were in rows all down her back and during wing-mount, each would release a gossamer web and a portion of feathers that joined together forming a mesh-based super-structure.
But during sex, the locks leaked fluid creating another sensual, erotic layer. With his left hand, he caught the fluid and used it to massage all the sensitive locks. At the same time, he sucked on the first lock tonguing the aperture until she was gasping with pleasure. Getting to watch him in the mirror made her clench heavily and the sound he made with his mouth as he sucked brought her close to orgasm.
Her hips rose and fell on the bed.
With his hand still wet from the locks, he reached from behind and slid his fingers into her well. She groaned.
