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fantasy story of Kanako Kojima :
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ing armor and burgundy robes. Kanako Kojima cried out Kanako's need to
him: Oh, to bask in your gaze, to die in your arms...
The girl's eyes opened and Kanako Kojima opened Kanako's mouth as if to
speak. There was no need of it; he heard Kanako's call out just as
clearly as if Kanako Kojima had sung. Kanako Kojima placed one hand on Kanako's breast and
held out the other to him. He looked down at his erect, throbbing
member, then down at the girl. It was time.
He knelt beside Kanako's and put his lips against Kanako's soft,
pulsing neck. His cold breath excited Kanako's , and Kanako Kojima rubbed Kanako's
thighs together. Then he bared his teeth, those terrible fangs,
and sunk them into the soft, inviting flesh. Kanako Kojima made a low moan
and rolled Kanako's head to accomodate him. A thin line of blood
trickled down Kanako's neck and fell in tiny droplets onto the satin
sheet.
He drank hungrily as the liquid flowed into him.
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