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me to the floor, constantly fluttering his tongue inside me like a butterfly.  Pleasure came suddenly, a wave of euphoria that clenched every muscle in my body.  The urgency to release it built up quickly, and he seemed to sense it because just as the pressure grew to be too much, just before the release came, he stopped and took a deep gasping breath and asked me, "Will my lady allow me to please her?" he asked, working his jeans off. 
    "Yes," I groaned.  "Take me, now."
    He worked his cock inside me, bit by bit.  He was almost too big for me--the main reason I selected him--and the pain of taking him only magnified the intensity of the delight when his tip touched that spot , and the convulsion of fireworks it set off in my mind were almost too much for me.  All of the pleasure that had been building up inside me released at once, and I rose, feeling like a phoenix on fire as the hot waves of passion shot through me.  I screamed and then I found myself melting into a contented heap on top of him. 
    "My lady," he whispered, before he nodded off. 
    I stayed against him for a while, enjoying the warmth of his body and feeling invigorated.  I dipped a finger into the come that was running down my thigh and tasted him, tasted myself.  Salty-sweet-sour--the taste of animal lust and primal pleasures.  It was why I was still sane, even after 150 years.  I still enjoyed my body, my life--most of my kind went mad at around the age of 80, when their blood servants, companions for a lifetime by that time, died or took ill.  I had been determined not to make that mistake.  Hence, Nicholas for pleasure, and Reshi, my oldest and dearest friend, for company.
    I got up, still feeling a bit raw, savoring the ghost of his cock inside me for one more minute before I covered him with the sheet.  It had been a good session, and I wouldn't whip him, but now there was business to attend to. 
    ***
    I didn't like him from the moment I lay eyes on him:  Charles Magliano, businessman, philanthropist, sportsman--and a shapeshifter.  It's hard to explain, exactly, what it is about magical people that allows us to see one another and tell from a glance what they are, all the while mingling with clueless humans who have no idea how close they are from becoming someone's feast.  It'd been a while since I'd last seen one.  They were supposedly dying out according to the latest news on the matter, but I still found it hard to have any sympathy for them--shapeshifters were a shifty, dishonest lot, the magical equivalent of gypsies, except worse, because while people only imagined that gypsies ate babies, shapeshifters in their animal guise actually could, and sometimes did.  There was no real, formal battle between my kind and theirs--just a sort of understanding that if we killed each other, it was just how things were supposed to be.  And I wanted very much to live.
    Nevertheless I put on a delighted smile and held my hand out for him to kiss.  It was what you did at this soirees, and I was too well-known to make a scene.  His eyes flashed at mine--he recognized me, too--two sky-blue flashes in his perfectly handsome face.  "Sybil Kensington," said Christiana van Dreyden, our hostess. 
    "Your contribution to the International Schooling Foundation this year was quite impressive," he said, as he took my hand and led me away.  His voice was deep.  He wore his dark hair short, cropped, but the way his lips curled gave him a feral feel , as if just underneath his carefully kept and civilized exterior lurked a dangerous and deadly beast.  Shapeshifters can take on any form they want, but they usually have one preferred form one, and even as I wished I could break away from his firm grasp I wondered what his was.  "I can only wish that I could afford to be so generous."
    "It's been a good year for me and the currency markets," I said.
    "No doubt.  That is a lovely dress you are wearing."
    "Thank you."
    "Second only to you, without