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I almost laughed at the absurdity of the question—as if I would deny her anything. “Of course.”

In this more confined space, the scent of Meera’s perfume grew truly intoxicating.

“Lie on the bed,” Meera commanded. “Please,” she added as an afterthought.

“You don’t have to say please to me,” I assured her, hastening to follow orders.

“Drop your shadows.”

I gladly released my hold on them, exposing my naked body for her perusal. Her scent sweetened, and I could have sworn I could taste a phantom trace of her slick on my tongue, though I’d never actually tried it before.

“Does it bother you that I boss you around?” Meera asked softly, pulling her hair over one shoulder. I wasn’t sure if the move had been subconscious or not, but it had the effect of exposing the smooth skin of her neck.

“Not at all. It’s very attractive to me.”

She hummed, running her soft fingertips down my arm before pulling her touch away. “Lie on top of your hands for me?”

I groaned as I complied, feeling utterly at her mercy. My cock stood out obscenely, already shiny with silvery precum. Iachedfor Meera.

“The very first dream I had about you, it was just like this…” Meera climbed up on the bed next to me, kicking off her shoes and rearranging her dress so the fabric fanned out around her.

“And what did you do with me once you had me at your mercy?”

She laughed lightly. “Nothing. I kept trying to… toenvisionyou—” She paused, tracing my cock with her fingers. “—but I couldn’t make it look right in my mind. It was distracting. The reality is so much better.”

“What will you do with me now?”

Meera hummed. “That’s a good question. A large part of me wants to take my time.”

She wrapped her fingers around the base of my shaft, squeezing where my knot was barely beginning to swell. My hips shifted of their own accord, thrusting desperately into her grip, and Meera immediately stopped, giving me a warning look that sent more precum flowing from the tip of my cock.

I had no idea what I expected her to do next, but it definitely wasn’t lean over me andlickit.

“Meera!” I gasped, fighting not to come immediately.

“Good?” she asked. “Make sure you tell me if you don’t like anything—I don’t actually know what I’m doing.”

“Whatever it is, keep doing it.”

She grinned, shifting her position slightly before angling herself over my cock again. This time, she sucked the head of it into her mouth, and I could have sworn I briefly died before coming back to life again. Whatwasthat? No one had ever done that to me before.

With Meera’s blunt teeth, there was absolutely no fear as she lowered her head, taking more of my shaft down her throat. I held myself as still as I could, not wanting to startle her in any way.

“Meera,” I rasped. “Give me your throat, my love. Let me claim you, please.”

She pulled her head away, leaving my cock shiny from more than just precum. “All in good time. I’m so wet—are you sure this slick thing is normal?”

“Very sure. Will you let me taste you now?”

“Do you want to?” she asked skeptically.

“I might die if I don’t.” I was worried that it would take more convincing, but apparently Meera was content with that answer. She pulled her dress over her head, revealing her undergarments and glorious bare skin. I wanted to lick every inch of it.

She seemed to watch me for a moment, her confidence growing in whatever she saw in my expression. With more deliberate seductiveness, she unclipped the contraption that contained her breasts, before sliding down the small scrap of fabric that covered her pussy.

How necessary were those items? I was very much in favor of scrapping them completely.

“Will you come up here, my love? I want to feel you pressing down on my horns as you ride my tongue.”

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