The two almond-sized solids parted and there was the distinct sensation of his skin rubbing against itself from the inside.The two almond-sized solids parted and there was the distinct sensation of his skin rubbing against itself from the inside. Oddly enough, to his mind, she began a toneless, tuneless drone. The vibrations spread up into his lower abdomen and through his body. Again, his body began to demand a release from this torturous pleasure. Releasing him, Rhea scooted her knees further between his legs. She began stroking the long strip of skin, so well pro- tected by his thighs. Tingles began to run through him. This was completely new to him. She licked as she would one of her girls, seeming to probe for an opening. The strokes became longer as she worked her way further back. The Dark Lord was unsure Rhea would actually go through with the logical conclusion; in fact, he had hoped she would not. The idea repulsed him. He felt the first, feather-light touches of her tongue near the tightly clenched sphincter. He grasped her hair and pulled her away rudely. "Where did you learn that? It wasn't here." "No, Master. Diebe, the Satyr's Delight. |