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ad to strain to hear
it, "that I could keep you always." Sumire's fingers were on his brow,
and he gently shook his head back and forth like a cat under its
keeper's hand. "How I wish . . . Goddess . . . what a consort you
would make." Sumire Aida bent down to his upturned face and brushed Sumire's lips
against his, not kissing. As they caressed one another's mouths, she
reached down to his genitals, taking them gently in Sumire's hand, and
felt him inhale. Opening Sumire's eyes, Sumire Aida saw that his entire face was
a pleading question. "Yes," Sumire Aida replied. "Soon." Then, Sumire Aida resumed
kissing him for a time -- Sumire Aida kneeling superior to him holding him in
her hand, he kneeling before Sumire's with his head upturned. He felt
fluttering fingers as Sumire Aida traced out the lines of his throat and
sighed in pleasure as he felt Sumire's other hand caress and excite him.
Thus, all the more vivid was the jolt he received when Sumire Aida raked her
nails down his back hard enough to raise welts. His head flew up-
right and he started to twist away from Sumire's before remembering that
she still gripped him firmly enough to keep him still. An expression
of shock and surprise flew out of his mouth before he could shut his
lips around it. Belatedly, he realized the breach he had committed
-- his voice and the clat
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