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Layers of animal skins and woven
blankets covered the frame.
    Eliza stopped a few feet short. She closed
her eyes, gathered her nerve. It was not hard to find. Her head
swam from the elixir; her loins already ached with heat. Kelnar’s
hands found her waist. They held her gently, neither moving her
forward, not letting her go back.
    “I’m ready.” She twisted her dress up over
her head and let it fall across one of the posts.
    Kelnar rumbled approval, the sound emanating
deep in his chest. He unlaced his breeches, then stepped forward
between her trembling knees. His manhood stood erect before him,
bigger than Eliza had imagined possible. A thick bush of curly hair
spread around the base.
    How will that even fit inside me? She
licked her lips, unsure what she was supposed to do.
    Kelnar rubbed his massive cock along her
thigh, then up to her pussy. He prodded her with it, then paused.
His rubbed her with a finger, his thumb exploring down to her
folds.
    The runes on her skin began to itch. It
started off small, but built to something like the wings of a
hummingbird.
    She expected him to shove himself inside, to
have his way with her quickly and violently, but he crouched before
her, pulling her hips to the edge of the bed. His tongue found her
folds, his nose in woman’s hair. He explored her in ways she had
never imagined. His tongue was a more tactile than a finger,
working up and down her slit, around her most sensitive nub.
    Eliza’s eyes were wide, the heat building. This is what it means to lay with a man? It was much better
than she had ever imagined.
    Kelnar’s tongue found her channel, teased in
and out. He slipped a finger inside her, then moved his attention
up. His tongue swirled around her nub, flicking up and down,
coaxing out. A second finger slipped inside her, stroked in and
out.
    Eliza shuddered. Her breath caught in her
throat. She let her eyes close, astonished at how amazing it
felt.
    His head rose past her mound, though his
fingers kept moving. Kisses crept up her belly. His whiskers
brushed rough on her fair skin, but it didn’t matter. When he
reached her breasts, his lips on her areolas, the whiskers made her
want to scream as they passed over her. His fingers slipped into
her again, deeper than ever, curling as they stroked back out.
    “Oh, that. Do that,” she breathed. “Gods
above, don’t stop.”
    He stroked her again, the sensations growing
by the second. She didn’t know what was supposed to happen, but she
never wanted it to stop.
    And then his fingers were gone.
    “What?” Her eyes opened, plaintive. Then they
opened wider than ever. She looked down at her woman parts, saw his
thick rod of flesh piercing into her. He slipped it back, then
thrust it in again.
    Eliza remembered to breathe.
    He was so thick, so long. He filled her so
completely. Every inch of him sent pleasure pulsating through her.
Each thrust was a slice of ecstasy unlike any she had ever known.
The runes gripped her, her whole body humming with their
energy.
    Kelnar leaned over her, his muscled chest
brushing her breasts. His lips met hers, then slipped on to the
side. He kissed her cheek, her ear. His whiskers brushed her jaw as
he moved to her neck. A strong arm slipped behind her shoulders,
the other under her rump. He lifted her up into him, thrust back,
deeper than ever.
    Eliza gasped. Her mind melted like wax before
a flame. Every feeling of pleasure doubled, then redoubled. Her
body felt as if it were on fire. Wisps of smoke rose from the
runes, sweeter than the most precious incense.
    She gasped again, shuddering in pure
ecstasy.
    Above her, Kelnar groaned. He was so hard she
couldn’t bear it. His manhood flexed within her. Each thrust was
exquisite.
    It took her a few seconds to realize that he
had stopped moving. Her channel flexed around him still; she
couldn’t control it.
    Kelnar gave her one last kiss, held his hand
to her cheek a moment, then rose. Eliza sighed when he pulled out.
She was so