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crack to stroke his anus. And at last I told him
to turn over.
He did so. The pillow was wet, but his tears had stopped. I
massaged his front slowly and thoroughly, then lowered my mouth to his
balls, sucking them gently. Then I moved to his cock and sucked it as
I'd learned he liked best. Slow and easy at first, then getting more
passionate as his pelvis began moving rhythmically under me. I'd
conquered my gag reflex at last, and could take him all the way to the
root, and now I did so, sucking feverishly, wanting all of him that I
could have for the time that he could be mine.
He fell asleep at once, his body drained. I watched him
sleeping for a while, the longing in me bringing tears to my eyes. I
knelt by the bed then and kissed his hand.
"If only I could take your place," I whispered. "What would it
matter if I were a beast? Oh, my beloved prince, if only I could find
a way to save you from this."
I wept then, more than I ever had, silently so as not to wake
him. When the tears stopped at last, I kissed him gently and went back
to my studies.
It was scarcely two hours before dawn when he woke and came
out to the study.
"Have you made any progress at all?" he asked.
"Perhaps," I said. "This ancient manuscript I bought from the
merch
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