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not realize?”
She poked at his stiffness, chuckling. “What impressive
willpower.”
    “Miss Ash,” he groaned. “Please…”
    “As polite as ever. Please what?”
    His face flushed. He squeezed his eyes shut. She
leaned in and licked his ear, and he shuddered.
    “A good student answers when he is asked a
question.”
    But how could he say it? He wanted to. Oh, how he
wanted to. So what if it were shameful? He would admit to his
shame, surrender to it. In this game there was no victor or loser,
after all. But he was suddenly afraid that voicing his desire,
rendering it tangible, would break the spell she had woven around
him, bring the dream to a swift and bitter end.
    “Are you deaf, boy?” she breathed into his ear. “Or
perhaps mute? Unlike some of my sisters, I do not enjoy playing
with inanimate objects.”
    The dam broke. The words spilled out in a rush.
    “Please let me fuck you!” he gasped, refusing to open
his eyes.
    “Wrong answer.”
    He could sense her heat withdrawing from him.
Squirmed in despair.
    “No – wait! Please use me! Please use my cock to your
satisfaction!”
    “Hmm. This thing here? But can it satisfy me, I wonder?”
    “You won’t know – unless you try –”
    She laughed, her voice light and sweet to his ears.
And he did open his eyes at last, then. Gazed up at her in wonder
and sudden, breathless adoration.
    Then he blinked. Reached out, brushing his fingertips
against the two curved horns that sprouted in her hair, seemingly
out of nowhere.
    The horns were not the only thing that had changed
about her. Her face, though still human enough, had taken on a
sharper, almost feral cast. And around his bare waist he could feel
the squiggling pressure of some unknown appendage – her tail, he
realized when he glanced down.
    “This – is this your true form?”
    “Yes, sweet Ru,” she replied, with a delightfully
wicked curve to her lips. “Or close enough.”
    “Why…?”
    “Why not?”
    Why not, indeed? Human or not, she was beautiful –
utterly beautiful. He knew the things that were commonly said about
demonkind. He knew the fear with which those without magic viewed
those strange and unnatural creatures.
    But Ruen did not fear. Had never once feared her from
the moment she first arrived. He did not know why this was so, but
saw no shame in his feelings, no shame in being a fool.
    “Now, be a good boy for me,” she said, and traced a
quick sign in the air.
    Ruen found his arms raising against his will. His
wrists burned with some invisible pressure, then began to glow as
they drew closer and closer to the bedposts.
    “What are you –”
    “To ensure that those naughty hands of yours stay out
of the way,” whispered Astarte, even as Ruen realized something
similar was happening to his feet.
    He tried to pull away, but the bonds, whatever they
were, held, and her weight on top of him prevented him from
struggling further.
    Surrender , whispered a
voice in his head. And even that acrid-sweet scent in the air only
seemed to lull him into compliance.
    Her eyes were still fixed on his face as she rose,
her body slim and white in the darkness. He could not look away
either, any more than he could free himself from his restraints.
Her tail curled around to tease his nipples, and he gasped.
    Though her weight had lifted, her heat did not
disperse. She straddled him and her fingers closed around his cock
again, and he could feel her drawing close. He was panting heavily,
uncontrollably. She was so close. Tears glazed his vision, but he
could not lift his hands and wipe them away. They trailed down his
cheeks even as sweat dampened the back of his neck.
    Why was he crying anyway? Was he even crying?
    What he felt was not sorrow. But could this be
joy?
    At least it was not disgust that he read on her face.
Anything but.
    He was at her entrance now, barely dipping past her
slit. His hips rose with a low helpless moan.
    And then he was in.
    Her cunt gripped tight around him,