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before flicking over the hardened ridge of her nipple.
    This was wrong, so very wrong, but at the same time, felt so…wonderful.
    Still she resisted, struggling against the male hands that held her in place and trying in vain to move, to turn her breasts away from the woman’s seeking mouth. But it did no good as the servant only reached up to hold on to her breasts, squeezing until a slight pain tingled then sucking her nipple into her mouth. Faryn was paralyzed with pleasure. As the woman suckled her, the hands holding her from behind shifted and male fingers slid down her body, over her stomach, to reach for her most private place. Again she tried to twist, to turn her leg, but it was no use. The woman working her breasts made her dizzy with desire and the fingers pushed through her patch of hair to stroke the lips of her sex despite her clenching thighs. A knee from behind nudged her tightly shut legs apart and the seeking fingers brushed the swollen nub of pleasure between the folds.
    Faryn bucked, a low groan caught in her throat.
    The fingers roved deeper through her folds and found the wet center of her cunny, thrusting inside.
    “No,” she murmured.
    But her tormenters didn’t listen. No one spoke. The fingers continued to thrust inside her. The mouth continued to lick and suck at her breasts. More wine was poured over her body and then more mouths were upon her, sucking up the sweet liquid and tasting her flesh.
    Her legs grew weak and her knees buckled when a hot tongue flashed across her nub. Another tongue against her buttocks. Hands everywhere.
    Faryn was delirious with pleasure, her eyes rolled back into her head as lips, tongues and fingers stroked what felt like every part of her body. Pressure, undeniably delicious, mounted inside her. Tendrils curled their way from her breasts to her cunny and back and something ignited inside her.
    Before she could wrap her mind around what was happening, her body burst. A shriek of pleasure left her lips and her body convulsed.
    Dear God, she most assuredly had died and gone to heaven, but surely heaven was not like this. No, she must have done something very bad—and she had an idea of what that might be—and had been banished to hell, for only hell would house a place such as this… And yet she found hell, Orelia’s den, to be filled with euphoria and ecstasy.
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    Dammit !
    Had Orelia truly chosen so quickly?
    Wraith hadn’t even a chance to enter the great hall before they were upon her, for devil’s sake!
    He stood, paralyzed, and somehow able to keep his mouth closed. His gaze was riveted by the image of Faryn, her body writhing in pleasure, mouth half-open in a silent moan, eyes closed tightly as four of Orelia’s servants pleasured her. Mouths on her breasts, mouth on her pearl, fingers inside her cunny, mouth on her ass, hands brushing all over her flesh.
    Jealousy filled him at the sight.
    She was supposed to be his. He wanted to be the one to—
    Too late. He watched her climax, her legs shaking, a moan of pleasure so hot his body reacted violently, cock twitching and a drop of cum seeping out. He’d wanted to be the one to give Faryn her first orgasm. Although how he could know she’d never pleasured herself in the dark, he wasn’t entirely sure.
    As her tremors subsided, he stepped forward.
    “Step away from the woman, you heathens.”
    The servants pulled back, their eyes filled with pleasure. Lids lifted and a pair of startling glassy blue eyes locked with his. He clenched his teeth and hissed a breath. She was so beautiful, and to see her eyes so delirious with pleasure, a sated curl to her lips. Seeing her thus only reaffirmed his goal to have her in his bed tonight. Hell, he might take her on the marble floor of Orelia’s great hall if he had to.
    “Now, now, Captain Noir. Tsk, tsk,” came the queen’s voice as she melted from the shadows. How many times had he seen her come away from some darkened corner, pleasure filling