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I looked down at my dress sadly. “I’m going to rip this to shreds.”

In a blink, he was back next to me and tossing me over his shoulder. I held back a yelp as he started to climb again. I squeezed my eyes shut as the ground dropped farther and farther away. Before long, we were tucked away safely in a pretty rooftop garden belonging to the tea shop below. The shop was closed for the day, and we had the place to ourselves.

Prax didn’t put me down; instead, his hand sneaked up my skirt, gripped my underwear, and slid it down my thighs. I wriggled on his shoulder, but his arms tightened around my legs, holding me in place.

“Shh. Be very quiet, little witch. You don’t want our friend with the camera to see this, do you?”

He slid me down his body, and I felt the hard bar of his cock pressing against me. Lust turned my knees to jelly as he whipped me around and bent me over a large flower planter, his hands rough and demanding.

“I know exactly what I want to do while we wait for him to leave.” Then he was flipping my skirt up over my body.

The evening air was cool against my legs and ass, but it was quickly replaced by the feel of his hot hands kneading and claiming my flesh.

I looked over my shoulder. He was still wearing his suit, but a giant red cock, complete with thick ridges, was jutting out the front of his pants. The tip of it was wet with a drop of silky liquid.

He pushed me down onto the fragrant blooms, and I felt fingers snake up my back and around my neck, holding me in place. Thetip of his cock teased at my opening, rubbing up and down and spreading my wetness.

“I swear, I thought I saw them come this way,” said a voice from the alley below.

I froze.

A smoky tendril pressed on my mouth, parting my lips and forcing its way inside. It filled my mouth, formed a gag, then wrapped around my head to make a tight seal.

“Shh,” he hushed softly by my ear.

Then something else—not his cock, because that was still pressed to my cunt—teased at the rosebud of my ass. It was wet and slippery like a tentacle as it pressed its way in. It stung, and I stiffened.

“Relax,” he murmured by my ear. “Don’t tense up. Push against me..”

I did, and it slid in. The sting changed to something else, something pleasurable. It moved, twisting, sliding, growing. As it did, I got wetter and wetter until my juices were dripping down my legs. Still, his cock just pressed against my slit, refusing to fill me.

I rocked my body back, silently begging. He notched the ridged head at my opening but still did not press inside. Something slippery slid down my throat instead, making me gag. Tears squeezed out of my eyes.

It was only when I was overwhelmed by all the sensations, unsure what was pleasure and what was pain, that he finally pushed into my pussy. He didn’t do it slowly, to let me get used to his size. He thrust in hard. His cock, slippery and wet with my juices, lanced into me.

I felt each hard ridge as he spread me open. My scream was absorbed by his smoky gag; it kept our secret as he hammered into me.

Surrounded by the scent of crushed flowers and leaves, unable to do anything but feel, the waves of pleasure edged with pain washed over me. Gone was the alley below. Gone was the photographer. Gone was anything else but Prax, and me, and all the places we joined.

We were one, swirling in a vortex of magical and sexual energy that threatened to swallow the entire world.

Chapter 25

Prax

Penny looked up atthe underbelly of the sand tiger shark as it swam over our heads and waved. “Bye-bye, Fin Diesel. It was so nice hanging out with you!”

Since she loved sharks so much, I’d decided to take her to Royal Reef Adventure, Darlington’s aquarium. The place was rumored to be owned by a kraken, though I’d never looked into it and couldn’t confirm that one way or another.

Penny had been to the New England Aquarium in Boston, and while that aquarium had a giant Caribbean coral reef exhibit, it didn’t offer privateSwimming with Sharkssessions like the one we had just finished. Her childlike joy at being up close and personal with the underwater predators was a delight, and I spent more time watching her than the sharks.

Her hair was still damp as we walked into the gift shop, and she headed straight for the Fin Diesel plushies. She picked up the biggest one, which was just a bit smaller than the shark himself, and hugged it fiercely. Fin was still a juvenile shark, but the plushie was nearly as long as Penny was tall.

“I wanted to hug him in the tank. But I thought chasing one of the sharks around would get me kicked out, so I restrained myself.”

“Want to bring him home as a little spoon?” I asked.

“I thoughtIwas the little spoon.”

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