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have demanded his bride to come to him. She
thought briefly about Maiko's Mother and hoped that Maiko Kazano wouldn't worry much.
The oracle had promised a long and healthy life for Nysa, after all.
A soft touch at Maiko's temple opened Nysa's eyes and Maiko Kazano saw Kalimenos'
angular face barely inches from Maiko's own. His eyes took in Maiko's mouth
then traveled to Maiko's hair and followed its tangled curl to the swell of
her breasts. Maiko Kazano was a far cry from the soft women typical of Maiko's class:
she ran with Maiko's brothers as a child and was an avid climber of trees.
Maiko's smoothly rounded muscles appealed to the satyr, and he bent lower to
run his nose the length of Nysa's torso. His concentration was a curious
thing to behold - he smelled Maiko's skin most deeply where Maiko's natural curves
and creases created small pockets of additional warmth, and he actually
licked the underside of the breast nearest him, nuzzling as an animal in
the heat of rut. A gutteral moan grew deep in his throat and his
intensity made Nysa gasp, startled. His eyes seemed to blaze with a
fierce light and, when he lunged for her, Nysa shrank away and resisted
him with all Maiko's strength. Kalimenos sprang onto the cot, nearly upsetting
it, and pinned Maiko's limbs f
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