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her arms and legs, levering her hips side to side as if to seal him in,
until they were fused together and could never be separated.
    Tears filled her eyes and spilled
from beneath her closed lids. How could she feel this oneness with him? She
barely knew him, but they fit together like the two pieces that made the whole
of a puzzle.
    She hadn’t locked him in, of
course. He held onto her firmly and withdrew. She mimicked his movement, the
friction of his rigid cock against her velvet walls creating a heat that
infused her. Each thrust sent a wave that raged out of control and seared every
nerve ending.
    When the burst of pleasure was
near, their movements grew frenzied, and Kerry felt a surge of energy surround
them. It was almost as if she were feather-light and floating, as if her body
touching Myghal’s was the only contact she had with anything solid. Their
lovemaking must have made her delusional because she even had the sensation of
cooler air passing across her back, as if the mattress had disappeared or she’d
left the warm surface behind.
    Then she shattered into a million
white-hot fragments, her spine bowing with the intensity. She lost sense of
time and place and everything except Myghal’s cock riding her fast into
oblivion. Then his grip tightened on her, his back arched, and for a moment his
body became as stiff as his cock had been. She felt his hot seed pump into her
and bathe her channel, strengthening their unity. She had a part of Myghal within
her. His semen would soak into her flesh, and he would truly become one with
her. Their mystical connection was heightened by their physical union.
    Kerry
held him tightly. At the same time that Myghal’s body went limp around her, she
felt a little jolt as if something had bumped up against them. Her eyes flew
open, but nothing seemed out of place. She flexed her shoulders and found the
mattress solid beneath her again. She attributed it to the mystery of their
bond.
    Myghal rolled to his side,
wrapping her in his arms, and Kerry snuggled against him.
    *
* * * *
    “Oh, my,” Gomit whispered faintly
and turned away from the window. Gomit had been standing watch around the
corner of the human woman’s dwelling, but had joined Tredje to report he’d seen
nothing amiss. When he’d glanced through the glass, he lost his color and
looked like he might faint. Tredje had never known Gnomes to be prudes, but
Gomit was a weakling in many areas.
    From his hiding place in the
shrubbery, Tredje had watched the Prince and his intended Princess with
interest. Perhaps the time had come to make a trip to the Thane’s Golden Gate
Bridge and purchase one of his daughters for a wife-slave. The thought of a
Troll maid doing to him what the Prince had done to the human woman—lapping at
her cunt with as much enthusiasm as a cat licking cream—made his cock ache.
    He absently rubbed his stiff
member through the silly blue Gnome trousers he still wore as a disguise.
Tredje wondered how much of his cache of gold he’d have to relinquish for one
of the Thane’s daughters. Greedier than most Trolls, the Thane would want
double or triple the going rate for a wife-slave. But to have one of the
Thane’s daughters as his own would raise his status in the Troll community. He
had to weigh the matter carefully.
    The
coupling couple floated in the air, about halfway between the bed and the
ceiling, in what Tredje knew to be the ultimate in Pixie pleasure. Levitation
while fucking meant that the Prince had indeed found his Heart Match. Not that
the Faeries doubted he had, but they might reward Tredje for the information.
Who knew what tidbit the Faeries would find valuable?
    The
human woman’s back arched. She had reached her peak, crying out her pleasure
noisily while the Prince rammed into her again and again. Tredje stroked his
cock briskly until he brought himself relief with a grunt, spurting his seed
into the blue trousers. The Prince found his as well, and they landed on