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see, not the rest of the woman, just that junction. His thighs were corded with tension, his buttocks
hollowed as he pumped.
Endlessly.
How long? Her throat was so dry she could barely speak, but her sex was drenched.
It s more a case of how many. He exhausted twelve once. Made them offer before he did.
Anje gulped.Twelve. It didn t seem humanly possible. Is that a record?
Trey laughed outright. Even Brin s human. He says he couldn t walk for a week afterward. Others have
done better, but only with drugs to numb the sensations. Brin wouldn t pollute his offering.
Do women ? she husked.
Oh yes. Some of the priestesses are famous for their endurance. They argue that a woman s offering is
more pleasing to Lufra than a man s. Bless em. Trey spread his hands. Who knows? I think all She
cares for is the emotion of it, the pure passion.
Speaking of which, I m hard as a spear. Come here. He reached for her, but Anje planted a hand
under his breastbone and shoved.
I haven t heard how he saved your life.
Trey grimaced as he leaned back. That s easily told. I was only a lad, more balls than sense. And I was
insufferably proud.
His expression shuttered and she wondered what he wasn t telling her. I guess I was spoiled. Brin was
given charge of three of us, to be our mentor. It s a common custom among the Feolin.
He ran a hand through his hair. I burned to impress him. So I took a half-broken vran from the Palace
stable. I didn t know it was in rut. Gods, what a fool! His lips thinned. It got away from me, of course.
We were nearly at the cliff above the river before he caught up.
He shook his head and fell silent. Anje gripped his forearm. What happened?
He roused. Brin drove his own mount into mine. We went down in a great tangle a dozen paces before
the edge of the cliff.
Mother! She looked at the vranee below. The turquoise-feathered stallion was taller at the shoulder
than her head, with a deep chest and withers. The sunlight glinted on three wicked horns as it grazed
contentedly. In the wild, rutting males disemboweled each other with those razor-sharp weapons. What a
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killing risk he d taken and all for a green boy.
Were you punished?
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He nodded. Brin refused to tell my parents. Said it was his responsibility because I was in his care. But
for six months, I mucked out his stable every day and sparred with him besides. He didn t hold back
either. I got a brilliant collection of bruises.
Unshed tears shone in his eyes. But that wasn t the worst. My vran stood so hard on his thigh, it was a
miracle the bone wasn t broken. He limped for a year and I had to watch, knowing it was my fault. He
still has the scar.
Anje stroked the firm flesh of his arm, the light, golden hair silky-rough under her fingertips. I m sure
he s forgiven you.
Yes. The word came out as a sigh. He squeezed his eyes shut and when they opened again, that
purely male expression of speculation was back, spiced with mischief. You have a price to pay, love. A
red-gold brow arched. Lean back.
Warily, Anje did as she was bid. One kiss. We agreed.
I remember. Put your palms flat on the ground. He waited patiently til she complied.
Now& He unlaced her shirt, spreading it so her breasts were exposed. One kiss. But where? His
gaze was considering.
Anje s clitoris gave a convulsive ripple that spread sensation from her belly to her breasts in a single,
swift wave. Trey. That s not what She swallowed as he drifted a fingertip over her areola.
I love women s tits, their nipples, he said dreamily. They re so soft, so tender. I could play all day.
Look how beautifully they stand up. He pinched her pouting flesh between two knuckles and tugged.
Anje took her bottom lip between her teeth. Get on with it. Her clit burned.
Mind you& His gaze drifted down and he bunched the hem of the shirt with one hand and pushed it
up her leg. This would be a good place. He nudged her thigh aside and ran a finger over the satin
smoothness of her sex, gathering moisture, leaving fire in his wake. Mmm. He put the digit in his mouth
and his tongue crept out, cleaning it as neatly as a cat.
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