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slither like snakes on his wrists, the action followed immediately by a swift intake of breath. I smiled around Nick’s throbbing shaft and gave it a soft suck. Despite his protests, he was enjoying himself.
    His cock twitched and lengthened in my mouth. Enjoying himself immensely.
    I shifted positions a little, wanting to take him deeper. My pussy clenched with hunger, growing wetter each second from not only the very responsive cock in my mouth, but the moans, grunts and soft whimpers of pleasure slipping from Nick’s mouth. I smoothed my hands up his tensed legs, enjoying the feel of his bunched calf muscles, his coiled thighs. I brushed the knuckles of my fingers against the heavy curve of his balls and he bucked, biting off a raw curse.
    If his uncle heard him say such things he’d be struck from the ‘good’ list immediately. I chuckled softly at the thought, sending pulsing vibrations through Nick’s shaft and he moaned, shoving his hips forward. I took the invitation and cupped his sac in one hand.
    The contact had the desired effect. He shoved his hips forward again, with more force and urgency. His muscles tensed, radiating a heat born from pleasure. I twirled my tongue over his cock, let my molars graze its turgid length and gently kneaded and tugged on his balls.
    He groaned, a deep low rumble starting in the pit of his flat stomach. The sound — the very definition of rapture — made my sex squeeze and flood with wet need. I couldn’t release him of his bounds and I didn’t want to, but my pussy demanded attention. My swollen clit ached with hot blood. I wanted to feel Nick’s mouth there, sucking on the soft lips of my sodden sex. I wanted to feel his tongue plunge between those lips. I wanted to feel his teeth nip the throbbing nub of flesh my clit had become.
    Wanted it so much.
    My wings beat a rapid tattoo and, still invisible, I inverted, aligning my sex with Nick’s panting mouth.
    ‘Gods, I can smell you.’ Nick’s exclamation fanned the dampness of my sex. Sprites do not wear clothes — mainly because we spend so much of our existence unseen. And really (or at least in my case — I can’t speak for some of those big-city European sprites) when you don’t own a washing machine, or a house for that matter, who wants to spend hours whacking cotton underwear on rocks by the side of the closest stream?
    ‘You smell so fucking good.’ Nick moaned, his body quivering against the tree. ‘Like musk and rain and sugar plums.’
    The description stabbed into my core, flooding my body with damp lust. I sucked harder on his cock, my wings flapping like crazy, my hair brushing over his booted feet. I squeezed his balls again, their heavy weight in my palm a tactile aphrodisiac. The salty sweetness of pre-cum slicked over my tongue and I moaned, letting my thighs part slightly.
    The cool rainforest air and Nick’s rapid breath caressed my pussy. ‘Let me taste you.’ he ground out. ‘I want to taste you.’
    A thrill — no, more than that, a rapture — rolled through me. Straightening my legs, spreading them a little more, I flew higher up his body. My sodden sex brushed his chin, I heard him groan again, and then his mouth covered my pussy lips and he drove his tongue into my sex.
    A wave of exquisite energy surged through me. By the Elf Lord, I swear I’d never felt anything like it. Nick’s mouth felt like cold, fresh snow and hot, summer storm rain. The second his lips claimed my wanton sex I felt transported — thrust into a pleasure-clouded realm of sensory overload.
    I’ve… ‘enjoyed’ myself with more than one human, male and female, and really enjoyed myself with more than one sprite. Let me tell you, paranormal creatures know how to rock your casbah, but Nick Saint Nicholas’s touch was unlike any I’d experienced. There was something magical about it.
    His tongue parted my pussy-lips and delved into the wetness beyond, plunging deep and forcefully before slipping free to