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  He raised himself on his arms and rocked his hips against her slowly. “Indeed. Our members secrete a substance that will create a pervasive arousal within you. It will last for hours after your first encounters, and days if you do not seek your own release with us. Do you not wish a day free of suffering and pining?”

  Her eyes narrowed and met his inky black orbs in his silvered face. “If you bring me to crisis, then you will have your answer. If not, I will have a few days of suffering.”

  The edges of his mouth firmed, and he rocked back and forth more slowly. With each stroke he pulled almost all the way out, and then slid ever so leisurely back into the heated wetness of her channel. His mouth took one breast and then the other, suckling slowly at each peak in turn until Nakedella twisted beneath him.

  Her lower lip was caught between her teeth and she fought all the moans and gasps that she would normally gift a talented partner with. Hours passed as he stroked and sucked her body to life. Her skin was bruised and her body slick with sweat and her own juices. His body was drenched as well, covering her in the musk of his scent.

  Finally his thrusts picked up speed and force as he drove for her release alone. One of his fingers worked between them and rubbed at the clit that was screaming for attention, the tiny nub frustrated beyond all imagining by his neglect until this point.

  Her body shrieked, and she remained stubbornly silent. Only her heavy breathing betrayed the convulsions that her body was welcoming as she came. He groaned and shuddered as his own release overtook him at last. He slumped forward on her body and fell asleep.

  She lay for hours, warmed by his body and cooled by his sweat, until a gong sounded and his head came up with a start. “No! I wasn’t done with her!”

  She felt the tug on her chain and the swirling magic took her back to the harem. The next few hours would be the acid test of her self-control. She smiled as she imagined the fury of the demon who was unaware she had taken the pleasure he had coaxed her to.

  Now, if only she could find the daughter of the Sun, she might be able to cobble together a plan to get out of here.

  To be continued…

  Viola Grace

  Viola Grace is a proud Winnipegger, living in Manitoba, Canada. She has written all her life, but only recently begun to show her work in public.

  Her favorite things are sci-fi/fantasy and avoiding housework.