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slightly, enough to stretch her as the head of his cock eased inside her.

He stopped and took a breath, looked deep into her eyes and blew a warm, soft kiss across her face. “I’m blowing a kiss over your heart,

Veronique,” he whispered. “If we do this right you will be able to feel me touch your soul, Princess.”

He spoke with a tenderness she never heard

from Leone and his voice made her close her eyes tightly. She nodded her head in agreement. She could not keep quiet, she had to talk to him, had to share what she was feeling with him.

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“Mmm…yes… Keep going, Ahndray, keep

going.”

He kissed her mouth hungrily and then her

nose, her cheeks, her forehead, her eyebrows, her ears, her neck, her jaw. His mouth was

everywhere at once, but instead of tickling, he had her melting. She felt his tongue dance over her face and neck and after feeling his moist lips everywhere, he did it again, this time with the tip of his tongue. She felt somewhat like a small puppy but she didn’t care, he was having fun and she enjoyed his licks! He was using his tongue as an artist uses a brush to paint a portrait.

Soon she found herself opening her mouth as wide as she could and sticking out her tongue for equal attention and was delighted when his full tongue meshed on top of hers like their tongues were making love too. Chills ran from her toes to her hair and she felt him again push deeper inside her. She was soaked and slippery, relaxed and willing, more ready for him this time. “More please.” She growled in his ear and took a deep breath.

Ahndray slid up further into her, but instead of piercing pain she felt herself opening up and relaxing and suddenly she wanted him deeper, harder, all of him. Her pain was dissolving and she began to feel exquisite pleasure so she moved her hips and pushed back into him for more. He gave it to her with enough force that she gritted 42

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her teeth and hit him with her small but

determined fists.

Veronique let out small yelps and they were both shaking with anticipation. He moved his mouth down to her ear and began talking to her in a tone that sent shivers up her spine. His voice resonated in her mind and she could feel his words making her skin vibrate and shoot straight down to her clit and spread like warm honey to her nipples and even her ass was throbbing as his deep, steady voice began to make her sweat.

“Mmm…my sweet Veronique, you feel so

good. Do you like how I feel up inside you, the way I’m stretching you, getting you ready to feel me up in your throat. You’re going to feel every inch of me until you scream and beg me to

stop…
n’est-ce pas le Bonheur des ciex
?”

He had every nerve in her body tingling and thirsty for his touch and she purred back in his ear the answer to his question. “
Oui
, Ahndray, yes, this
is
heavenly happiness!”

His voice in her ear and on her neck felt like warm rain and as she began to catch fire. In their blanket cocoon, she smelled their excitement. The steely, earthy smell of the river mixed with the ash from cigarettes and everything mingled with the open-air freshness of the blanket and the heady aroma of their sex. She wriggled and moaned in exasperation and desperately cupped her hands on his firm, muscular ass, grunting and pushing 43

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him into her as hard as she could and this time he stretched her enough to make her scream!

“Aaaeeehhh. Oh
mon dieu, mon dieu
!

More…come on, give me more, I’m ready…I’ve

been ready for you all my life, go slow but I want it all…right now!”

She gasped and adjusted her hips and mound

so he had full and unhindered access into her. He still wasn’t moving fast enough for her hunger so she groaned and pushed her nails into his ass, making him go even deeper.

* * * *

Instead of hurrying, Ahndray eased himself out of her entirely, feeling her hot juices completely coating his erection and he knew he couldn’t do this much longer. He needed all of her and tension was crackling up his legs to his hips and straight to his engorged cock, which was pounding at the same speed as his ragged breath.

With all the patience he could summon, he

rested at her opening again for a few seconds longer, then used his arms to grip her shoulders and her waist as tightly as possible and then he drove everything he had up into her with a tender, firm force that caused them both to shake

violently.

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throwing her sounds of pleasure across the river and through the trees! Ahndray thought surely he was ripping her in two as she thrashed and tried to pull away from him, but he had her wrapped up completely that and all she could do now was claw at his back. As she did, he pulled harder on her shoulder and squeezed her waist even tighter until everything he had was up deep inside her.

He could feel his bristling sack tickling her now twitching and dripping ass. They moaned together loudly and his back was on fire from her

fingernails digging helplessly into his flesh. He turned his head quickly above her face, spraying water and sweat over them both. He pushed

himself up with his arms and looked deeply into Veronique’s eyes.

Veronique did not speak. Her mouth was half-open as if caught between a chasm of ecstasy and agony all in the most pleasant of dreams. She was tense, her body rigid, and she was staring with blurry eyes up into the backlit canopy of the sky.

She took several quick gasps and managed to look back into his eyes.

“How are you, my delicious woman?” He

teetered on the edge of a surging waterfall that was surely going to swallow both of them

completely in a matter of seconds.

“It feels like you are splitting me in two!

I…can…feel…you…in my stomach, like you are

pressing against my lungs, almost to my throat!

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Oh my god, I’ve never felt anything like this…go slow, please, please, please go slow.” She pleaded with him in broken breaths.

Ahndray did as she asked, staying completely with her and remaining motionless inside her for what seemed like an eternity. He let her adjust to him while he marveled at feeling her muscles milking him so tightly he thought he might lose all feeling if he didn’t move soon.

He waited for her patiently and his patience had the desired effect. She loosened her clenching muscles and began driving into him with a power and passion that had him climaxing almost

immediately!

“Oh, what a demanding little Princess, you

are...unbelievable!,” he said, as she gobbled him up completely, making him wince as her pubis slammed against his in hard driving slaps against his muscular hips. The passion was delicious when mixed with the pleasure and he reached behind her head, grabbed a thick handful of hair and pulled it hard in response.

* * * *

She pitched and rocked back and forth, pulling him up and into her deeper, grinding against him with complete abandon. Between low guttural moans, she dug her nails into his back like a Bengal tiger. With each stroke, she felt him glide 46

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from her toes up to her throat, and she wondered where he was able to find the room inside her for his immensity.

In that perfect embrace, it seemed like they were in another world. As she felt her body respond to their own natural rhythm, she honestly did not know where he started or ended.

Veronique was just trying to breathe and relax and in a matter of minutes, she began feeling a most powerful orgasm build in her and it was more intense, more shocking to her system, than

anything she had ever felt in her life. She couldn’t wait to bring it on, but it was going to be so overwhelming that she actually became scared she was going to hurt herself. “Something in me might break if we keep this up!” she said, bucking her hips harder.

Ahndray continued rocking into her, up and

deep, then back out slowly and then up and deep again. It seemed as if he was out of his mind with pleasure now and she could tell he was trying his best not to hurt her. It seemed natural to take everything he had to give her and she opened herself completely as he continued driving himself up into her smoothly, gently. As they melted into each other, she felt a cool breeze run over her toes and laughed as she realized they had rolled down to the river’s edge and the water was actually lapping at her feet!

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spread his toes out, dug them into the muddy sand and used it for leverage, pushing into her harder.

Veronique wrapped her legs tightly around his thighs and adjusted her hips until she could dig her heels into his ass. Every time he plunged up and inside her, she felt her insides shift and move and it sent jolts of pleasure throughout her entire body and soul. It was the most intense feeling she had ever experienced and she simply could not get enough, but she knew she needed more before she could finish so she kicked into him harder and opened herself up even more and forced him

deeper. She heard herself breathing like a wild animal and the first shocking waves of her orgasm felt like a thunderbolt of lightning splitting a tree!

All she could do was open her mouth and

scream and that just made him drive deeper and faster until they both were yelling and grinding and exploding together! As her body absorbed and welcomed each pounding stroke, Veronique managed to open her eyes enough to see the white specks in the sky above her shake violently, the silhouette of her footbridge burst into shades of black and gray and dark blue and her whole

world got blurry and ragged.

She bit hard into his rippling shoulder and screamed with every ounce of energy, passion, anger and joy she had until she felt herself explode into a million tiny, fiery white-hot stars! They shot 48

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out from her body and continued spewing bright bursts of her flesh and soul into the atmosphere until she honestly felt like she had nothing left.

Veronique was completely empty, drained,

exhausted. Her breathing slowed until yet another spasm racked her young body and again—

thousands of warm bursts of pleasure rippled along her spine from her head to her toes. She gasped loudly and stared up into the sky as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her again!

Her universe slowed down and yet another

dozen exploded spasms, this time leaving her body supple and melted down like a candle whose flame was slowly withering. Finally, she

collapsed, feeling a trickle of smaller stars leave her and at last she felt every ounce of fire leave her and all she could do was lay beneath him,

smoldering.

She took deep breaths through his wet hair as their bodies convulsed and twitched together. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him, feeling him pulsing somewhere deep inside her. They lay together under the stars and moon, utterly

exhausted yet somehow their thirst was

unquenched. The river’s edge gently lapped at their entwined feet and it felt soothing and cool in the warm summer night.

Neither one of them heard the light thudding of hooves as a nameless rider approached the river’s edge on a nightly ride.

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Chapter Four

eronique awoke by the side of the river with VAhndray still inside her, his considerable girth pleasantly stretching her apart. He was so quiet and still that she became frightened.

“Ahndray?” she whispered in his ear. She moved beneath him to make him stir, or wake up, or something. He did not move a muscle.

Suddenly, she felt a jolt of electricity surge from the outside of her swollen lips up deep into her tummy and she jumped. Another jolt and she

heard him giggling. Somehow, he was making his semi-rigid dick pulse and twitch while up inside of her and it felt unbelievably good. She moaned, then smiled, then jumped, then sighed.

Ahndray kissed her deeply and sucked on her tongue, then began talking to her using only the pumping sensations through his cock. He kissed harder, then softer and accentuated each tug on 50

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her lips with another jolt up into her silky regions.

She enjoyed this game and it felt like they were having a very intimate conversation but with no talking at all. She squeezed and milked him with her young, tight muscles and he pulsed and

twitched in response.

She felt herself getting warm and mushy again and she pulled him closer to her and up inside her deeper. She was ready for him again and although he didn’t move physically, he continued pulsing up into her and she could feel him growing

slowly, expanding inside her. They began to grind against each other slowly when the noise from the woods startled them both!

It was unmistakable. A horse was plodding

slowly towards them, winding its way through the brush and heading toward the river’s edge.

Without a sound, they uncoupled, unrolled

themselves from their dew-dampened blanket

cocoon and stood up quickly. Ahndray grabbed the blanket, tossed it aside into the brush and put his finger up to Veronique’s mouth to keep her from saying another word. He grabbed her

shaking hand and led her to the river’s edge, pulling her in behind him until they were both swimming silently.

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remained above the surface, each kicking madly below, trying to tread water quietly. They both stared at the river’s edge.

It was too dark to see either the horse or its rider, but they could hear the heavy hooves stop very close to where they were lying just seconds before. They heard the animal drinking and