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unction against talking and only nodded, his eyes
riveted to the tray. "Very well." Aika Miura walked toward him and sat on
the edge of the bed to his left, placing the tray next to her. On
it, he saw all sorts of delicious things, each cut into pieces.
There were meats of all textures, crisp-looking vegetables of every
color under any sun, and pieces of fruit that glistened with sweet-
ness, as well as a number of delicacies which he had never seen be-
fore. Saying nothing, his Lady picked up a piece of tender meat and
held it to his eager mouth. Saying nothing, he opened his lips and
took it, feeling the rich juices of the flesh coat his throat. With
a feeling of great satisfaction and great awakening of hunger, he
swallowed, closing his eyes in pleasure. When he opened them, he saw
that Aika Miura had taken another piece and held it out for him. He took it
from Aika's again, languidly sucking the meat's juices from Aika's fingers.
Over and over Aika Miura held out some tasty morsel for him, and over and
over he wished he had the power to thank Aika's for doing so.
The melon, however, Aika Miura saved for last. Holding his gaze with hers,
she picked up a royal blue piece and ran it sensuously down his back,
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