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wonder what the hell these damned Ankharan bastards had been doing to her all the times they’d had her.

    Growling again, he forged deeper. His cock made petulant demands from inside his trousers, but he ignored it for the time being. Not only did they not have nearly the time he would need to satisfy that tyrant, but he was enjoying giving Kili pleasure too much to stop now. Deacon considered himself a good lover, skilled and attentive, and he always found he enjoyed sex more if he could make his partner lose her mind in the process, but this act was different. It had a newness he’d never experienced before, as if she were a virgin without all those messy physical barriers to deal with. Her sense of wonder seemed to him to match what a virgin’s might be. It was a heady feeling.

    In any case, he savored every shiver, every goosebump, every breathless cry, and he wanted even more. He wanted to see her come apart at his touch, and he dedicated himself to the task with great purpose.

    It didn’t take long.

    Her half-spoken pleas and broken phrases turned into a constant whimper that contained no words but held a definite message -- that he continue what he was doing. Deacon complied happily, loving the texture of her skin, the warmth of her flesh, the exotic taste of her arousal. He noticed the sting of her nails biting into his shoulders, but he ignored it. He’d suffered through a hell of a lot worse for a hell of a lot less.

    Shifting his position, he slid both hands high up her inner thighs and pressed them apart to open her for him even wider. She followed his silent commands, folding her knees to the sides and drawing them up high to the sides. She made herself totally vulnerable to him, and her desperate moans begged for more.

    Slowly, slyly, his fingers slid higher. He licked a path up from her entrance to the quivering button of her clit and flicked it with the top of his tongue. Her voice broke, her breath freezing in her throat. Deacon just smiled and closed his lips over the little peak as he parted her folds with two broad fingers and pushed deep inside her drenched passage.

    She quivered as if he’d hooked her up to an ion battery pack, but she remained breathlessly silent. Her body clenched around his invading touch, but he felt the slick welcome of her internal walls and the eager warmth that greeted him. He began to stroke, in and out, reaching deep inside before nearly withdrawing completely. Her hips quickly began to rock in counterpoint, pressing hard against his hand with each downward glide.

    She began to breathe again, but her gasps and pants sounded like more of a struggle than a reflex. She fought for air even as he fought to deprive her of it. He took the upper hand, though, when he added a third finger, stretching her wide, and closed his mouth over her clit with a strong, drawing pressure. The combination of friction and suction, penetration and pleasure, seemed to force the oxygen from her in the form of a quivering scream. It lacked the volume to echo in the stone chamber, but it echoed in Deacon’s mind, making him groan in simultaneous pleasure and frustration. He wanted to go on teasing her forever, but he knew that if he went another five minutes, there would be no turning back. He wouldn’t be able to take his hands off her until he was sated, and that meant he’d probably still be rutting on her like a wild dog when the guards came to drag him away to his execution. Not what he had in mind for the future.

    Drawing on the last of his self-control, Deacon thrust his fingers deep in her snug, velvet core and twisted to touch as much of her as he could. His tongue flicked rapidly over the surface of her clit and his mouth sucked at her with intense pressure, providing the final sensation that threw Kili bodily off the cliff and into the abyss of climax.

    He followed her down, continuing to stroke and lick, but gently now, full of comfort rather than intent. He felt the violent