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Zahn began removing clothing without taking his eyes off hers. He quickly unbuttoned, unfastened, pushed and tore fabric from his body before tossing each piece where it might land.

Au'revele watched until he was done, and sat there on her sofa, totally nude, waiting for whatever it was she had planned. He was as beautiful as she remembered. The scars on his body were faint thanks to the healing chamber, but even if they had been more prominent, it wouldn’t have mattered. He was her Zahn, and she’d never love another. She kicked off her sandals, then reached behind her neck and untied her linen shift-like dress, allowing it to fall to the floor and pool at her feet. She stepped out of the dress, and slowly approached him, giving him plenty of time to admire her body. She was alluring, she had been all her life, which was part of the curse she’d lived through. Without a wealthy family to buy or attract males, they all wanted her for one thing only — so for survival, she’d become a servant. Because she was attractive, the female she’d worked for, had taken every opportunity to make her seem more unattractive. But it had done nothing to stifle her self-confidence. She knew she was a good person, a fair person, with a kind heart and loving soul, and that is where her beauty shone from. The physical attributes were just the luck of the draw.

As she approached Zahn, she gracefully knelt before him, placing her hands on his knees to nudge them apart.

“Au’revele!” he rasped, thinking he might now have a clue of what she planned to do.

“Shhh. Just sit there. Yes?” she said, as she reached out a hand and gently dragged her fingertips across his hip, then down the length of his already pulsing shaft to his balls, then back up the length of his shaft again.

Zahn nodded so quickly, she had to repress a smile.

“I have thought you were beautiful since the first time I saw you. And that thought has only been confirmed each time I’ve seen you since.” She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his thigh, kissing her way up toward his pelvis.

Zahn shifted, tightening his ass as he clenched his muscles and lifted himself up off the sofa just enough to curl his hips toward her.

Au'revele smiled as she moved to the other thigh. “And now that I see you here like this, waiting for me to touch you, I know without a doubt that you are mine.” She kissed her way up to the juncture of his thigh and his body, her nose only an inch or two away from the most sensitive part of him.

“Yes!” he agreed.

“Then you are mine?”

“I have always been yours.”

“Then allow me to show you how very much I treasure you.” She turned her head and licked the base of his shaft, causing every muscle in his body to jump and twitch. Changing her positioning, yet still kneeling, she moved herself closer to him so that she could lave and nibble, suckling the length of his cock, taking care to ensure that no bit of him was neglected. Working him with her hands, her mouth, lips, and tongue, she suckled him and stroked him from base to tip and back over and over again.

Zahn’s entire body was on alert, his hips thrusting in tandem with her licks and nibbles up and down his shaft, his shoulders pushed back against the sofa cushions behind him totry to get more traction, and even his toes curling into the thick rug beneath his feet.

Au'revele hadn’t shown him all she could do, yet, though. The women of Eschina had a special talent, or feature you might say. Getting to her feet, she stood over him, still suckling the tip of his cock, then she placed her hands on his upper thighs and began to swallow him down. He watched, amazed, as it seemed that every inch of his shaft was being slowly worked down her throat. She stretched her neck, allowing the back of her throat to accept him unimpeded as she began to work the muscles of her throat.

Zahn groaned, a sound somewhere between a gargle and a growl, as the multiple rings of muscles within her throat began to undulate in tandem around his swollen, leaking shaft. The faster she swallowed, the faster the muscles undulated around his girth.

It didn’t take long before he was lifting himself up off the sofa, thrusting aggressively into her mouth. His breath was coming in pants and on every exhale he’d snarl. His hands were clenching the sofa cushions at his side, and she had no doubt it would need to be replaced — but she didn’t care. What mattered was that her male was on the verge of releasing, and once that was done, there would be no tearing them apart. Without changing her rhythm or adjusting her position at all, she raised her gaze to watch him experience the pleasure she was giving him.

The moment her eyes met his, peeking up at him through her silvery lashes, he all but sobbed. “Au’revele,” he garbled.

She responded by adding to his pleasure, her hands moving from his thighs to his balls and cupping them, their heaviness adding to her own arousal. She worked them in her hands, massaging them with her fingers, squeezing just enough to cause him to leak more of his essence down her throat.

She knew the moment he lost control, his eyes rolled back, and his head dropped against the cushions, the claws that had extended from his fingertips tearing into the sofa as his Psirushed forward, enlarging his body as he fought for control, and lost.

His shaft released the pressure building in his body, flooding her throat with his essence in hot streams that marked her as his for all eternity. Eagerly she drank him down, her throat extracting every single bit of him that was to be had. She stopped suckling only when his body let go of all its tension, falling relaxedly against what remained of the sofa cushions, his chest glistening with sweat, his entire body twitching as she gently released his still hard shaft and licked him clean.

Several minutes later he opened his eyes and peered down at her. “Mine,” he whispered.

“Forever,” she said.

He held out his hand to her and she took it, allowing him to pull her up off the floor where she’d once again knelt before him to clean him up. “Come here,” he said, pulling her toward himself, until she finally realized he wanted her to sit across his lap. Her knees came down on the outsides of his thighs, resting against the torn sofa cushions, and he placed his hands on her hips as he guided her toward his cock. “Now it’s my turn.”

He hesitated right before his cock pressed against her slit, and at the last moment seemed to clear whatever had crossed his mind and pulled her down without hesitation onto his hard shaft.

“I can’t believe you’re still hard.”

“I haven’t satisfied my Ehlealah yet,” he said as he guided her with the pressure of his hands to lift herself just enough above him to force herself down on him again.

Au'revele’s eyes closed and she moaned as she took over the motion herself, rising up and down, allowing his shaft to pierce the deepest parts of her body, riding him with abandon as his hips caught her rhythm and he pushed himself deeper into her with every down sweep she made. “Zahn.”

“You are mine, Au'revele.”

She nodded, as she let her head fall back a little on her shoulders as she lost herself in the feeling overwhelming her body.

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