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deep in his chest and let her know how
much he liked what she was doing. And she let him know how much she liked doing
it by repeating the move over and over, until his whole body became taut and
the grip he had on her hip was like a vise. She began raising and lowering the
hand at the base of his penis along with the rhythmic movement of her mouth and
tilted her head so he bumped the back of her throat.
    She wanted nothing more than to give him an experience to
repay him for the incredible pleasure he’d already given her. Little by little,
she picked up the pace. As she quickened the motion she sucked more
aggressively until he was growling through clenched teeth.
    And then the strangest thing happened.
    She was no longer the female servicing the male. She was the
male being serviced, or rather, she felt his physical experience as
though it was actually happening to her. The sucking and tugging were alien
sensations but unbelievably exciting. A sexual volcano began rising inside her
lower body. And yet she could still feel his full penis moving in and out of
her mouth. While discovering the full experience of a man’s arousal, her
womanly body was simultaneously excited by the erotic action she was
performing.
    She had meant to give him a blowjob to remember. Instead he
gave her another magickal sexperience .
    “I’m—” He tried to warn her but she already knew. Her hands
and mouth tightened, pressed and sucked all at once and he climaxed with a
force that could not be held back. She savored every last drop of come as her
body erupted with its own savage release.
    Nicole lay down in his arms and for a while they were
content to share each other’s satisfaction in silence. As the sun inched its
way across the sky, they spoke of the little things other couples might when
first getting to know each other. And they shared the memories other, normal couples would never understand. Nicole had lots of questions and Brett answered
each and every one. They ate and swam and sought the secrets of each other’s
bodies.
    “When did you first know you were different?” Nicole asked,
dragging her fingers along his tattoo.
    He smiled and repeated the action along her own new design.
“First of all, I thought everyone else was different. Growing up in a magickal
family is what seemed normal to me. But the ritual couldn’t be performed until
I was thirteen. That’s when he showed up.”
    “He?”
    “Rangor,” he answered with a glance at his snake. He shifted
his position so he could place the back of his right hand on the top of her
pubic mound so the heads of their snakes touched.
    A distinct tickle traveled all along Nicole’s tattoo, then a
name popped into her mind. “Shallira. Her name is Shallira. Oh. ” The
tickling coalesced in her vagina. “And apparently she really, really likes Rangor.”
    Brett chuckled. “Likewise.”
    Her gaze darted to his cock, which was suddenly as big and
hard as though he hadn’t already come several times. Her fingers wrapped around
the shaft and tightened. “Do you think they’re they trying to tell us
something?”
    His hand cupped her mons and caressed her softness. “Well,
it is the traditional activity associated with such a naming.”
    “Oh my, I certainly don’t want to be the one to break
tradition.” With a gentle nudge, she got him to lie back and, to his obvious
delight, she instantly straddled his hips. Hovering just above the head of his
erection, she slid two of her fingers into his mouth. Understanding what she
wanted, he gave those digits a good wetting with his tongue as his hands moved
to fondle her breasts.
    She closed her eyes to hold on to the pleasurable sensations
his hands stirred as she brought her wet fingers to her cunt, grazed up and
down over her clitoris then dipped into the canal. Already aroused and slick
with her own juices, she realized it would not take much to bring herself to
climax—and he would be okay with that—but masturbation was