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and o’er her face. And then the soft, fleshy muscles of her canal
convulsed, and convulsed, and convulsed around his fingers. He
groaned. She was beautiful when she came.
    He trailed open-mouthed kisses down her
torso and o’er her flat belly. He nibbled the skin there. It tasted
of sunshine, had the scent of clean, womanly flesh. An image
flashed in his mind of her succoring their babe, but he pushed it
away, refused to acknowledge such an image as something he wanted
from her.
    The muscles of her tummy trembled beneath
his lips and tongue. He raised up and repositioned himself on his
knees between her thighs. He kept his fingers deep inside her
moist, hot sheath as he settled onto his stomach and lowered his
head.
    He began to feast upon her then. Her sex
scent, her flavor, was the most intoxicating combination he’d e’er
encountered. Sweet and fertile. ‘Twas the scent of woman, and he
couldn’t get enough of it.
    * * *
    When Robert’s tongue began the same erotic
torment to that ultra-sensitive place where he’d concentrated his
seduction the night before, but this time, with two long fingers
inside her, stroking her, Morgana’s entire being went rigid with
delighted rapture. Her thighs began to quake. She shuddered. He’d
send her reeling again in no time.
    A stray thought flitted through her mind:
How e’er could Vika have grown bored with his lovemaking?
But in the next second, her canal did its mad dance around his
magic fingers once more and she was again straining and panting as
waves of pleasure coursed through her.
    Tho’ her canal was still sore, Robert’s
skillful ministrations had brought forth such profound delight that
it quickly o’ertook the stinging ache his long, thick digits had
initially caused her.
    * * *
    Robert made her come one more time before he
lifted his mouth from her clitoris. He took a moment to revel in
the highly sensual image before him: His fingers deep inside the
lush, red-lipped cunt of his naturally black-haired lover. He
dipped his head and took one last long suck of her clit, gratified
when her muscles tightened around his fingers and she jerked a
bit.
    Then he slowly drew them out of her and
raised up onto his knees once more. He tossed his tunic and shirt
up and off o’er his head and then untied his braies and pushed them
down.
    Morgana watched as Robert’s linen
undergarment snagged on his manhood and caused it to bob a bit,
like a jack-in-the-box. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. No
wonder it had hurt so bitterly! He was huge!
    “We fit together fine, Morgana, calm
yourself.”
    He repositioned his knees on either side of
her hips and walked forward, grabbing another pillow and placing it
under her head and shoulders at the same time. “Take hold of me in
both your hands and put me in your mouth.”
    Morgana’s heart skipped a beat. She ran her
tongue o’er her suddenly parched lips, but did as he demanded. The
flesh was a deeper tone than the rest of his skin, slightly ruddy,
in fact. And ‘twas warm—hot, really—to the touch. Hard. Like silk
covered iron. No wonder it had felt as if she’d been torn asunder
the night before.
    She could hear the meter of his breathing
begin to change, grow short and rapid. Did he enjoy feeling her
hands on him then? She took a chance and looked up at his face. His
cheeks were flushed, his head bent back, his mouth slightly open,
and his eyes were closed. She smiled. A sense of womanly
satisfaction filled her. Aye, he liked it well.
    She lifted her head and took as much of him
into her mouth as she could fit, continuing to hold him with both
her hands fisted along the length. The blunt round head of the
thing filled her mouth and she started exploring it with her
tongue. She heard Robert gasp and he shuddered rather forcefully,
so she continued along in that same vein. Some deep, primordial
need rose up in her and she began to suckle. Lightly at first, but
then with e’er more avid glee.
    Robert’s head was