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response was her faint, bubbling laughter.
    Thirty seconds later he pounded around the base of the tower, aiming in the direction he had last seen her heading. To his consternation, the beach appeared utterly deserted.
    Thwap !
    A dark something that seemed to be made of silk and possessed of a wholly improbable number of tentacles wrapped around his head, blinding and disorienting him. He reached up to pry off the entangling object, but with only one free hand he managed only to get himself further trapped.
    Deliberately he set down the wine and accessories, determined to work through the problem slowly and methodically. He took a deep, calming breath, and drew in with it a familiar scent that drew moisture into his mouth and blood into his cock. Then he tugged at the obscuring cloth.
    A soft hand reached into his loincloth and slid over his hardening shaft, derailing his concentration. He gasped as the hand cupped him, gliding over the engorged head in a way that made his toes curl.
    The hot breeze tickled his skin as Olivia undid his loincloth, leaving him as nude as she was, clad in only boots. Compared to the moist, soft heat that enveloped his cock a moment later, the wind was no more than a spring zephyr.
    Olivia swirled her tongue over the head of his cock, provoking another sharp inhalation of pleasure and need from him. Then she began to kiss her way down the shaft with wet little love-pecks, each new contact stiffening his flesh even more.
    “Do you want me?”
    “Yes.” He growled low from the pit of his stomach, his voice thick with lust.
    He finally managed to detach her clothing from his head and tossed it aside. Without any warning, he pounced atop her lightly, driving her back and down into the soft sand. She whimpered as he straddled her, eyes huge and shining by Astaroth’s light.
    He paused to think back and make sure he’d taken his contraceptive earlier in the evening. On Dusk, ensuring one’s partner could not accidentally get pregnant or wind up with a disease was very much the man’s problem. This principle of male responsibility was so much a part of the culture of Dusk that it was even encoded into law and the educational system, with boys receiving their first contraceptives around age thirteen to get them in the habit of taking it long before they were ready to begin having sex. Of course, the pills also had the advantage of boosting their metabolism and increasing lean muscle mass without the problematic physical and psychological side effects of anabolic steroids.
    In his mind’s eye he saw the small blister pack with its red pill, the container of water, and the pill going down just before he left for the meeting.
    Satisfied that he had attended to the business end of pleasure, he kissed Olivia deeply.
    “Yes, I want you.”
    She wriggled her hips under him suggestively.
    “How do you want me?”
    For answer he teased and kissed his way down her body, avoiding her breasts and the sensitive erogenous zones under her ribs and just above her thighs. “I want you wet, and aching, and hot, and begging for me,” he said, punctuating each adjective with another flick of his tongue over her skin. The little vixen had put on something that tasted very like vanilla in preparation for something of this sort, and the scent and taste of her sent his raging hormones into hyperdrive.
    She sighed. “I’m so wet, Merrick. I want you so much.”
    “I love you, Olivia,” he whispered. Without preamble, he stabbed his tongue deep into her pussy.
    Olivia squealed. “I love you too!” she cried as she began to writhe in earnest under his lingual lash. She spread her legs as wide as she could so he would have ready access, hooking her slender ankles over his shoulders. He cupped his hands around her buttocks and pulled her in firmly, bathing himself in her delicate floral scent and light, salty flavor as he flicked his tongue over the recesses and crevices he knew gave her the most pleasure.
    She