There was no doubt about that.“Better.” It was all she could let him hear.“Good. Hungry?”She thought about that too. She was hungry. In fact, ...he was starving.“I could eat something.” It was all she could admit to him.“You want syrup or jam? We have some peanut butter too.”“Peanut butter on pancakes?” She was astonished.“Several of my sisters won’t eat pancakes without it,” he said. “There’s no accounting for taste.”“Syrup is fine,” she said. It occurred to her that she was having trouble. She cannot help but want this to continue, and she gasps, breathless and wiggling as the sensations are increasingly intense. The redheads licking stops as she squeezes Melissa’s swollen pussy lips together, Melissa lets out an excited whimper from that “Oh wait oh wait O”. The redhead eases her tongue over those hot swollen pussy lip and traces the tip of her tongue over each curve and eases her tongue between those swollen lips plunging her tongue deep into the young woman’s tight hot wet. Trying to keep from waking her again, I snuggled up tighter against her naked body and closed my eyes.Taking slow, deep breaths to relax, I thought back over my time here. I had a hard time imagining it being any more perfect, except for my one stupid decision. It was my first night in Master’s bed, and I was watching as he bred Amanda when Elizabeth walked back into the room after her session with Teodoro.As she crawled into bed, I pulled my bikini off to let her know I wanted to play. She. Horror of T’Sen Ang or something?”“Horror Among the Dark Elves,” I said. “And yes, actually.”“Was it everything you hoped for?” she asked, her voice chipper – unaware of the blood, the danger, the darkness that had surrounded that damn tome for more than a hundred years. Unaware of the dark city of T’Sen Ang, of the vile elves who had made it their home. Unaware of the dark, laughing eyes of M’in Gorand and her genocidal aims for all the races of Tarant who were unwilling to bend their knee to.