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his --
The girl moaned, and he whipped around quickly and silently
to face her. Keiko's breathing had become irregular -- panting as if
trying to wake herself up -- and he moved to Keiko's side to lay his
hand on Keiko's chest. The heat of Keiko's breasts aroused him. He
caressed them like a lover, and presently the girl grew calm, Keiko's
dreams chased away and replaced with deaden sleep. And something
else: A longing. Keiko Harase was aware of his presence, in the depths of
her slumber.
He slipped into Keiko's consciousness easily enough, his hands
pulling the flimsy gown from Keiko's body. Keiko Harase inhaled sharply, Keiko's
breasts rising, then sighed. As he watched, Keiko's hands went to Keiko's
swollen nipples and caressed them.
In Keiko's mind's eye, Keiko Harase saw him as a magnificient warrior in
glittering armor and burgundy robes. Keiko Harase cried out Keiko's need to
him: Oh, to bask in your gaze, to die in your arms...
The girl's eyes opened and Keiko Harase opened Keiko's mouth as if to
speak. There was no need of it; he heard Keiko's call out just as
clearly as if Keiko Harase had sung. Keiko Harase placed one h
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