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falls in love with a man she can never touch. And Ryllio realizes he must give up the last vestiges of his
humanity or condemn her to life devoid of a flesh-and-blood lover&
Warning: Bawdy faeries cause mayhem and wicked self-love abounds, as a voyeuristic prince and a
shy but willing commoner both get a fine erotic comeuppance (put the emphasis in  comeuppance where
you will)
Enjoy the following excerpt for Awaken:
 I can t help thinking your friend was only partly right.
 In what way? Myrina asked in surprise.
 There are some things you can learn on your own, but others only a lover can teach.
 What kinds of things?
Ryllio s voice grew low, caressing.  The touch of your own hands is unlike the touch of another.
What you do to yourself cannot feel the same or give the same sensations as when a lover gives you
pleasure.
Myrina shivered, her skin prickling to life, body growing warm and liquid inside. Words failed her,
for she remembered the imagined ecstasy of his mouth on her quim, wondered if it could have been even
better in reality.
 And, he continued in the same low, seductive tone,  each lover is different, is inspired to do
different things, or the same loving actions in different ways. It is only in the moment you can know whether
these new sensations are pleasurable or not. But Elawen also was right. There can be no harm in learning
your body s desires for yourself.
Flushed with arousal, yet also embarrassed, Myrina thought it best to leave, but could not bring
herself to go. It was not just the desire holding her in place, but a bone-deep reluctance to abandon Ryllio
now that she knew of his lonely existence. There could be no harm in staying for a while, in being with him
during this moonlit night, in asking him some of the questions burning in her mind.
It took some courage, however, to finally reply, and her voice faltered from her throat.  Are lovers so
different, one from the other, then?
 Yes, and you will be different with each one too. What one man will do to you without hesitation,
another would never consider doing. And what you enjoy with one man, you will find repulsive if another
tried.
Considering his words, Myrina realised he must have had many lovers before his punishment began,
and a spark of something akin to jealousy came to life deep in her belly. It made her voice stronger, with a
bit of a snap, when she spoke.  What kinds of things would a lover such as yourself never do? Surely there
cannot be many?
But when he replied, his words doused the flame of her anger, even as they ignited a flash-fire of
passion.
 For you, with you, I would do everything, give you every liberty over my body, take whichever you
would give in return. There is nothing I wouldn t try in my quest to give you pleasure, to satisfy you, to
make your desire burn so hot it incinerates us both with the ecstasy of our joining.
There was no need to ask what he meant, for in her mind she saw them together, in flickers of images
conjured by his imagination. He was bent to her breasts, lips curved to receive her straining nipple kissing
her back, hands stroking her belly kneeling between her legs, his hair dark against her thighs curled
around her from behind, the head of his cock poised for entry into her hungering body. She was tied, naked,
to a bed then he was likewise held immobilized for her pleasure. He was behind, in front, between in
her quim, her mouth, her hand, her arse. She was over, under, beside him, her hair unbound, trailing over
his skin. Gentle here, masterful there in control and ceding control kissing, stroking, licking, sucking
places Myrina never thought another would touch.
She pressed trembling palms to her cheeks, trying to rise, wanting to flee, but finding her legs too
weak. The images were so real they left her gasping, burning titillated and confused.
 I ve shocked and frightened you. His voice was rueful, but filled with such harsh longing the desire
rampaging through her body climbed even higher.  I m sorry. You are more innocent than I realised.
Please  he added, as Myrina once more tried to rise,   don t go.
She subsided, quivering, drawing her cloak closer around her as though it could protect her from the
unfamiliar swirl of emotion between them. His words and images were like an iron chain, binding and
drawing her further into an unknown world she desperately longed to explore.
But there was also a sense of shame for being so ignorant. Jecil had been her only lover, coaxing until
curiosity and the knowledge he would soon be leaving convinced her to accept his attentions. She had been
tired of hearing Elawen s stories and not having any of her own to share. Tired too of not knowing what it
felt like to be held, caressed, loved. Now she realised she was still almost as naive as before Jecil breached
her maidenhead.
 You think me silly like the old biddy Elawen accuses me of being.
 No, Myrina. Sincerity gave his words a gentle edge.  Your inexperience is not something to be
scorned.
 How can you say that when I could hardly understand what you showed me? Tears prickled behind
her eyes, and she hugged her knees beneath her cloak.  When I can hardly understand what I am feeling?
 What do you feel?
How could she describe the heated sensitivity of her body, the need washing through her in rough,
tempestuous waves? How to explain to Ryllio just the sound of his voice, the vision of his fantasies, had
ignited a passionate conflagration within? In its light all other sensation dimmed, cast into insignificance.
Gently, as mist creeps over the warmth of a slow flowing river, he cast a picture into her mind.
Holding her cheeks, he tipped her face up so the deep green eyes with their slumberous lids and amorous
gleam looked deep into hers.
 So lovely, he murmured, fingers tracing the lines of her brows, the curve of her lips.  So beautiful.
The feathery sensations came from her own hands, but still Myrina allowed the love-dream to pull her
deep, gladly sinking into the drowning pleasure, leaving reality behind. Ryllio s voice, tender and
enthralling, guided her to discard constraint along with her cloak, inhibition with her shift.
Loosening her hair to toss the heavy mass behind her shoulders, Myrina combed fingers through it as
she raised her face to the star-flung sky. The movement lifted her breasts an offering made to love s
primacy and the puckered tips, kissed by moonlight and the warm night air, ached. At Ryllio s sighing
moan, the last of vestiges of reserve fell away, and she felt reborn a woman desired and desiring,
confident of her allure.
Taking her time, Myrina stroked neck and breasts, belly and thighs making contact with fluttering [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]