.. Is there anything else I can do to make it up to you?" she asked sliding a hand under the covers and up between Karen's legs."You can stop that for...starters," Karen said in mock annoyance, "I'm trying to eat my breakfast. At least wait until I've finished before you turn me into quivering mess." Okay, sorry," Gilly said pulling her hand out. "I'll wait but don't take too long or I might get bored and get myself another lover." Wow, that's something to look forward to." Karen quipped, "Just. "Shhhhhhhhhh....don't worry, we are only getting started here." He leans his head down over me once more, taking turns licking both nipples and nibbling on them...tugging them gently with his teeth until they both are swollen and full. I stare at the top of his head...my hands aching to touch his hair again, to pull him closer to me, to beg him to never stop. What is wrong with me? The tension inside me builds and I find myself squirming under his touch...scooting myself towards him. I seem to. I walked up to the altar — yes, I was sure that this was what it was — and had a closer look at it. It was an almost perfectly rectangular block of stone. Its sides were raw, but the top was smooth and carefully polished. The color of this surface was dark, darker than the original color of the rock from which the stone had been hewn, reddish-brown, irregular, as if blotched — blood, I thought with a shudder, as if the stone had been drenched in it. I touched it with my hand — it was dry, of. ”“It will probably set off the war the Regnat have been itching for for the last two years,” Flasko warned. “As commander on the spot I recommend against keeping him.”“Noted but over-ruled, due to the Article, as you well know. Blademaster Tanell has been granted asylum by the Empire. He is not under any circumstances to be handed over. That is Amantil’s order to Fleet Command and she will not brook any leeway in that order. Nor will I.”“She’s going to get good men and women killed!” Flasko.