His breath grew short, forcing him to drop back into his chair. He stared at the fire beside him, allowing the warmth to revitalize him.The doctor's w...rds echoed through his mind. "Terminal illness," he had called it. A death sentence.James muttered faint whispers over and over, the words obscured by the sound of his heavy breathing. It took him a while before he could actually speak aloud the phrase that had been so forcefully taking over his mind since he had heard his prognosis."Death shall. He took in the view for a few seconds, the disappeared into the fridge. She heard the rustling as he searched through it. When he came back, he was carrying something in his hand, but it was too dark to see what it was. Tenderly, he began to nuzzle her inner labia lips, tickling them with his tongue. Emma closed her eyes, mindful of the delicious sensations he was producing in her with his skilful oral work. His tongue tripped lightly along her perineum, stopping when he reach her anus. He. Artemus and his entourage stopped a few paces before the pedestal. One of them, a deep skinned Nubian with the strongest buttocks he had ever seen spoke to him. ?Wait here while we go and summon the Queen,? she said. ?Please enjoy the splendor of her palace in the meantime.? The two guards left him, exiting through a side door. Artemus helped himself first to the wag of their bare rear ends, then to the rest of the throne room. ?Splendor indeed,? he muttered to himself. A. Claire and Alison were sharing some toasted marshmallows, feeding them to each other mouth-to-mouth, letting them smear lusciously over each other’s lips, and then licking each other’s faces clean with long tongues.“Pwo’,” repeated Alison through a mouthful of marshmallow, “not ‘cock’.”“‘Plot’? What the fuck’s that mean?” said Claire. “Gunpowder, treason and plot?” She pronged a marshmallow on her middle finger and stuck it up in an obscene gesture, before starting to suck and nibble it off.