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                  "Aye… a most gentle torture…"             
     
     
     
     
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                  Magnus went slowly, holding himself back. There was no need to rush into this. Any endeavor worth taking on was worth doing well.
                  Very very well.
                  He eased the kirtle down over Esme's shoulders, wincing at the redness the rough cloth had caused. He would give her something else to sleep in. Or even better, insist that she sleep in the nude.
                  That was a far better plan in truth.
                  Then he stopped thinking altogether. Her beautiful breasts sprang free of their confines and rose proudly under his gaze. Esme let out a fearful whimper but he ignored her, letting his hands make free with her bountiful curves.
                  "By Odin you have a fine pair of teats!"
                  She was breathing heavily, making those magnificent breasts rise and fall in front of his hungry eyes. But he didn't pounce on her as he wanted to. Nay, he took his time, tracing the edges of her breasts with his finger tips, brushing over the nipples with the back of his hands until they sprung forth, sharp and sweet and delightfully pink.
                  He wanted to taste them!
                  But not yet. She had calmed under his touch so he continued his soft easy fondling. Time passed. His erection strained against his hose. And in time, Esme began to move.
                  Not to escape him, nay, these were the restless movements of a woman who wanted to rut.
                  Her body had betrayed her.
                  Of course, she didn't know it yet.
                  He smirked and wet his finger tips in his mouth. Then he rolled her nipples between them. Esme gasped and arched her back slightly.
                  "Hmmmfffff…  I will taste you now sweeting."
                  She was panting as he lowered his head to her bosom, slaving her breasts with his tongue. She tasted sweet and fresh as he knew she would. He eased her thighs apart and lifted her skirts, stroking just above her knees as he worked her breasts with his lips and tongue.
                  She's frozen when he lifted her skirts but slowly she began to unthaw, shifting in his arms as he toyed with her. His hands slid up, lightly touching her thighs, higher and higher. But never quite touching where he wanted to, where he'd wager, she wanted him to touch too.
                  He knew she'd be tight and sweet and pure. He knew she'd feel like Valhalla on his fingertips, tongue and prick. But he'd wait until he was sure she'd shout out in pleasure. He'd wait until she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
                  Then he'd take her to bed and keep her there, until he was satisfied.
                  It should only take a dozen or so times at most.
                  He brushed his hand against her sex, lifting his head to stare down at her. Her eyes were closed as she leaned back against his arm. Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth open slightly. She looked glorious.
                  She looked ready.
                  Gently he began exploring her sex. She was even softer than he'd imagined. He lifted her dress up higher, baring her to his gaze. The sight of her soft pink petals nearly drove him over the edge. He dragged his finger up and down the line where her lips met, then up and over to the delicate nub above them. She gasped and rocked her hips against his hand. He chuckled, longing to taste her. But he held back, knowing that might break the spell she was under.
                  He used his thumb to stroke her sensitive pearl while his index finger pushed inside her.
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