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“Well…like I said, it’s weird, but I dreamed you were kind of in this same position—straddling me, you know?”

Lan’ara nodded.

“And what did I do?”

“Well…” He shifted uncomfortably again. “You asked me if…if I was thirsty.”

“I did? And what did you say?” she asked.

“I said I was.” Nate shrugged. “And then you wanted me to, uh, to suck your nipples. And there was this sweet, kind of honey-like liquid you were making. I mean, your breasts were making it. And it tasted really good and made me feel really good when I drank it.”

“Oh!” Lan’ara sat back, feeling stunned.

Nate clearly misinterpreted her reaction.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “It was just a dream. I mean, I’m not into that kind of thing—like milk play or lactation porn or anything fucking weird like that. I just—”

“No, no,” Lan’ara interrupted him. “Please, Nate—don’t misunderstand me. I’m not upset—just surprised.”

“Because I had a perverted dream?” He frowned. “I have news for you, sweetheart—I’m a guy—a red-blooded human man. That kind of thing happens with us.”

“It wasn’t perverted,” Lan’ara told him. “I believe…” She cleared her throat. “I believe it was prophetic.”

“Prophetic? You mean you think I was dreaming about something that’s actually going to happen?” Nate shook his head. “But how?”

“It won’t happen tonight,” Lan’ara told him. “So please don’t worry about it.”

“Worry about it? It was one of the hottest dreams I’ve ever had in my life,” he admitted in a low voice. “And just now, watching you with the oil dripping off your ripe nipples…I guess that’s what brought it back.”

“I’m glad you shared your dream with me,” Lan’ara told him honestly. “Whether your dreams are good or bad, I always want you to share them with me, Nate.”

“But…you really think it’s going to happen? Er—do you make a special kind of milk or honey or something?” he asked, furrowing his brow.

Lan’ara shook her head.

“I may not speak of it until it happens,” she told him.

But now that she was certain it would happen—that she would make the Healing Nectar and give it to him to suck from her breasts—she felt a sense of calm inside her. She knew it would drain most of her strength and that her mentor wouldn’t approve. But who can argue with destiny? She and Nate were on a journey together and only the Goddess knew where the path they chose to travel might lead them.

“Lan’ara—” Nate began, but she shook her head.

“No more talking.” Pouring more of the oil over herself, she used her hands to spread it all over her breasts and then down her belly to her sex. The cool oil turned warm when it touched her sensitive inner folds, making her gasp and moan softly. Then she lowered herself onto Nate and began to rub her breasts against his broad, bare chest.

“God, sweetheart!” he groaned as she pressed her full mounds against him. “I know you said no more talking but that feels so damn good!”

Lan’ara didn’t answer, but she did scoot down some until she felt the hard length of his shaft pressing against the slit of her outer pussy lips. Working her hips, she rubbed against him until she felt his thickness parting her and slipping partly into her wet folds.

Nate froze for a moment under her.

“Uh, sweetheart—this could get out of hand really fucking fast,” he growled and Lan’ara could feel his lust for her intensifying ten-fold. “I thought we weren’t supposed to fuck yet?”

“We’re not,” Lan’ara promised breathlessly. “I’m just massaging you. It’s a very intimate massage but we won’t go past the boundaries of the Touching Time—I won’t actually let you penetrate me. I’m just going to rub against you.”

“Oh, well…in that case.” Nate’s big body came to life under hers as he rocked his hips up, thrusting his long shaft against her inner pussy.

Lan’ara moaned and lifted to a sitting position so she could deepen the contact. Spreading her legs wider, she reached between her thighs and deliberately parted her outer pussy lips even more to allow his thickness to slip deeper into her folds. Then, bracing her hands on his hard abdomen, she began sliding up and down his thick length.

Nate watched her with half-lidded eyes.

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