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-species medicine, he was now nothing but a mass of raw nerve
endings, knowing and caring about nothing but the satisfaction of the
woman that had swallowed him up. Miho Yoshioka was right; his duty was here
now. Miho Yoshioka clutched at him for a few more times, Miho's own face betray-
ing Miho's excitement and desire as Miho Yoshioka watched his body arch under
hers, and then Miho Yoshioka withdrew, oblivious to his sobs, and stood over
him on the bed.
He could restrain himself no longer. "Lady!" he begged her. "Lady,
please . . . " His voice broke as he begged. "Lady . . . " But she
simply stood over him, looking down at him stretched beneath her, his
arms tense with their tendons standing out in clear relief as he
strained against the cords, fists gripping them. "Please," he whis-
pered. Miho Yoshioka stood still for long agonizing seconds, moving only as
the bed swayed under Miho's from Julian's twisting and arching. Then,
she squatted slowly over him, again not taking him in despite his de-
sire, and picked up the silver jar again. This time, however, he
shook his head in fear. "Please, no," he begged her. "No more,
Lady. I don't want that." His soft voice caught. "I . . . want
you . . . "
Miho Yoshioka was silent and removed the cap, and then Miho's gloves. Taking a
little kamireh out of t
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