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should stop. But the beautiful black manТs hand was caressing her face. She turned to catch
his gaze, riveted on her despite GalaТs ministrations to his sex. Murmuring something she
didnТt understand, he gently pried her lips apart with his thumb, then eased the thick digit
into the wet recess of her mouth.

Obediently, she suckled, lulled by his deep, resonant voice.

What was he saying?

What was she doing!?

But she couldnТt stop. The thumb in her mouth was a small substitute for the organ in
GalaТs mouth, but it was curiously just as effective. Diana felt things melt low in her belly. At
length, he tugged her forward until he could press her against his side. Her leg bumped
GalaТs shoulder, but she couldnТt concentrate on that. Not when his glistening black lips were
bending to take hers. His kiss was bliss. Warm as sunshine to a chilled body. Eagerly, she
drank from him, sucking his tongue into her mouth before he had a chance to offer it. When
he pulled from her, she protested, reaching. Smiling, he backed away. Only distantly did she
know her friend stood beside her.

The intriguing creature made an abrupt, downward gesture with his hand, and
suddenly everything went blank.









Another black figure peeled from the shadows of the trees, arriving in time to catch the
taller woman as she slumped in spelled slumber. The sorcerer caught the smaller. The
unconscious women were held tenderly as the black figures stepped off the beaten path into
the thick of the forest.




Chapter Two



Obsidian hands anchored Diana to the bed as her body continued to writhe. She
groaned, unable to vocalize the explosive ramp to her orgasm. His cock filled her to bursting,
and still she wanted, needed more. On all fours, she clawed at the sheets beneath her,
bunching a wad of fine linen into her mouth to staunch her screams as he twisted to a
different angle and hit her in a spot sheТd never known she had. Sweat covered every inch of
her body but failed to cool her. Her wet hair plastered in tendrils to her neck, the sides of her
face. One heavy lock fell over her eyes, but it didnТt matter. She couldnТt see. There might be