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crashed open
and suddenly she felt like Thex really was there. His body might
still be trapped in stone but his breath was real and hot on the
back of her neck. She really did feel his arms around her holding
her against his strong warrior trained body.
    Simon used his fingers to gently nudge
Tyra’s pubic hair and the lips of her vagina apart. He let moisture
gather on his tongue and then bent down and tenderly kissed her
inner folds. His warm tongue deftly fucking her.
    The pleasure was more intense than
anything Tyra had ever felt. She struggled against her own need to
yield to the pleasure but Thex held her fast.
    Come for us
Tyra . Thex whispered in her mind. Let us give you this. Accept it. Accept
us .
    Tyra cried out as a ripple of pleasure
started at her heart and travelled all the way down to where
Simon’s tongue touched her insides. A burning, building pressure
took hold of her and she clamped down around Simon’s tongue,
pressing herself into his face, urging him on. A tingling of
electricity built at her ass and a wave of electricity shot up her
spine to the crown of her head as she let out an earth shattering
scream.
    As she collapsed back on the pillows
her mind and the world stood. Then she fainted.
     
9
     
    Two running shoes hit the bed with a
thunk. Tyra peered, bleary eyed and only half awake, at the
direction from which they had been thrown. Simon was leaning
against the door frame grinning at her.
    “ Rise and shine, Tai Chi in
the park before breakfast.”
    Tyra groaned, pushed back the covers
and reluctantly swung herself out of bed. She reached for her
clothes but Simon grabbed them out of her way first.
    “ Just for a sec before you
get dressed, turn and look in the mirror”
    Bemused Tyra stood up and faced the
mirror. “Okay, what am I meant to be looking at apart from my
embarrassingly naked body?.”
    Simon came over and stood behind her,
reaching around to cup her breasts and stroke them. “That’s the
point. You are embarrassed by your naked body, you just said so.
From now on your first training task each day is to stand at this
mirror and say three times ‘I love you, I accept you’ to that
reflection and mean it.”
    Tyra wasn’t too sure about that.
“Um...why?”
    “ Two very important
reasons. Firstly, if you are going to complete a true union with
Thex, in the full tradition of the Malakim, then you will need to
love him as part of yourself and you can’t very well do it if you
don’t love yourself. So get over the fact that your culture
discourages it and just do it. Start with accepting your body and
then we’ll get you working on accepting your mind and soul as well.
The second reason is that nudity breaks a key taboo and helps to
break your conditioned identification with clothes and all the
other attributes you humans dress yourselves in. Nakedness is
symbolic of your true identity so by getting used to being naked,
at least when you first get out of bed for the morning, you’ll
subconsciously be letting go and getting closer to liberating
yourself.” Simon smiled mischievously. “Oh, and I’ll know if you
skip the practice. There’ll be punishment. Now get dressed, it's a
nice morning outside.”
    Tyra was still reeling at
the union in the full tradition of the
Malakim bit. That sounded awfully like
Simon was expecting her to perform some kind of marriage ritual
with a person who, there was no nice way of putting this, was a
rock. All of which was complicated by the fact that she had to
admit she had the hots for another as well, someone who was both
some kind of supernatural being and a prostitute who specialised in
bondage and domination. A voice in the back of her head reminded
her that her original post retirement plan had been to become a
full time scholar. That now sounded dull and lonely compared with
the possible alternative. She hurriedly dressed and followed after
Simon.
     
     
    Boswell’s park was really quite small
really, a few overly pruned