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rose from his blushing cheeks. His hand tightened on his
Lady's.
"You have never tasted a man?" Rala asked him softly. Julian only
shook his head.
"I . . . I've never . . . wanted to before . . . " he stammered. His
Lady came up behind him then, and he felt Miho's against him, felt
himself drawing strength from Miho's nearness, Miho's warmth.
"Doctor," Miho Yoshioka said, "would I ever lead you into something that would
harm you?" Again, his eyes sought hers.
"No, Lady," he replied, with perfect trust, complete sincerity. His
eyes went back to Rala, silent and watching. His Lady's hand rose to
his warm face, and Miho's lips closed on his. Miho Yoshioka felt the thin sweat
on his upper lip as Miho Yoshioka kissed him, and wiped it away with Miho's thumb.
Then, Miho Yoshioka turned and nodded to the other man.
Rala walked forward, placing one gentle hand on Julian's bare waist.
His dark stomach tensed and his eyes widened with apprehension. Rala
drew nearer, and Julian's Lady stood close behind him, against him,
until he could feel Miho's breathing. "I'm right here, Doctor," was all
she said, all Miho Yoshioka needed to say. Rala said only:
"I will nev
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