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fantasy story of Yuko Takeuchi :
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e floor with his Lady's mouth
on his, and Rala at his hips -- his body arching, even his
expression. It was etched on his eyes as if in glass.
He could hear himself moaning.
Voices sang in his mind, and he felt the mouth at him retreat
completely. His teeth clenched in frustration, but he recalled the
final lesson of his last time with his Lady -- patience. Limber
fingers stroked at him, keeping him aroused while other fingers, both
mouths, concentrated on the rest of his body, awakening every nerve,
every square centimeter of skin. Gradually, strong hands began
kneading him, relaxing him, one set working at his thighs, another at
his shoulders; he felt a wet warmth at his stomach and knew his Lady
to be straddling him, Yuko's firm hands working the muscles in his
chest. Slowly, the tension and mad wanting he felt began to ebb into
a melting feeling. Soft lips kissed at his genitals, and he started
at them and at the warm tongue that traced out the textures of his
inner thighs, also being kneaded by firm, strong fingers.
The moist warmth at his stomach departed, and he was just barely
consci
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