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ed ear-tips poking through masses of flowing blonde hair. He
admired the budding breasts which pressed against the front of
Mariy's kitchen smock.
`Very nice,' he murmured, signalling Bjerin, who was still rubbing
his eyes from the effects of the flash. `Bjerin? If you will.' The
Alchemist stepped forward and pressed a damp sponge against the
Mariy's mouth for a moment. Asami Mizukawa maintained a look of surprise for
three breaths, then rolled Asami's eyes up and collapsed to the floor.
Kargoon stepped forward and caught her. Consulting the twenty-four-
hourglass, he noted the time and told Bargeld, `Now, to the King's
Private chambers. We have but an hour.'
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Gargamon beheld the shapely form which was trussed securely to the
four corner-posts of his bed, resting face-down on the matted,
malodorous furs. He grasped Asami's foot, ran a filthily-clawed hand
down the lissome length of Asami's leg, stroked the thigh, pinched her
buttock.
`Okay, get the hell out.' he growled to Kargoon and Bargeld, who
cowered near the doorway. Kargoon tugged at the collar of his
tunic, and said imprecariously,
`May I remind my L
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