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don’t understand yet, but what just happened was pleasurable.”
    “It is all right. I am a little tired. Perhaps we should sleep.”
    Martha threw a concerned glance at Cantor. If anything, his face grew more frightening and his cock was growing again, huge and straight, with each passing moment.
    “Lie down, sweetheart,” Martha urged her. “I promise he won’t do anything that frightens you.” Her hand reached toward her and Fahgwat didn’t flinch when Martha’s fingertip traced the path of the liquid that had grown cold on her thigh. “Some of it pleased you,” she said. She lifted the finger, smeared with Fahgwat’s juices, and brought it to Cantor’s mouth.
    He shook his head, but she persisted and painted his lips with the moisture.
    Unaccountably, Fahgwat felt a tightening in her womb.
    Cantor’s nostrils flared and he inhaled, then his tongue licked his lips. His eyes closed and he groaned.
    “Lie down on the bed,” Martha repeated.
    This time, Fahgwat complied.
    “I won’t take her.” Cantor’s voice was rough and gravelly.
    “I know,” Martha said, “but you can give her a woman’s pleasure, no?”
    Cantor swallowed, his expression intent, his gaze fixed on Fahgwat’s face. Then he closed his eyes and his shoulders relaxed, as if he’d surrendered a burden. “A woman’s pleasure?” He opened his eyes to reveal a hollow desperation. “What do you want, little girl?”
    The tension that gripped her body earlier returned. She had to know him. If he were a lion, she would bear his strong bite. “I want to know how it feels to be desired and cherished by you,” she said quietly.
    Cantor’s head bowed and his hands clenched on his thighs. “I make no promises. I won’t be your mate, your husband.”
    “I don’t want a mate. I want a man to possess me, for a time, and I would learn what passion is.”
    When he lifted his head, his gaze was stark and his cheeks were colored with heat. “Passion, I have. If my mouth and my fingers will be enough, I’ll teach you.”
    Fahgwat gave him a tentative smile. “I will assume you know what you are talking about. My body is yours. Your mouth and fingers will be mine. It will be enough.”
    A movement beside her drew her attention. Martha rose from the bed. “I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” she said, her voice small and tinged with sadness.
    This, they had not planned. “You would leave me?”
    Martha smiled and gave a little shake of her head. “The bed will be crowded. Your first experience should be private. He’ll take care of you—or he’ll answer to me.” She said the last with a warning glance at Cantor. Then she slipped her shift over her head and left.
    When the door closed behind Martha, Fahgwat turned back to the silent man. He still sat on his haunches, his hands hadn’t moved from his thighs.
    Suddenly, afraid, she said, “I am unsure how to proceed. What would you have me do?”
    “Nothing.” His lips tightened, and then he said, “And don’t touch me.”
    She nodded and let her hands fall back on the pillow beside her head.
    Cantor stretched out on the bed beside her, lying on his side. He cupped his sex, holding his cock away from her.
    Fahgwat found his action amusing. Did he think he could tame it? His man’s flesh resisted all restraint. “Will you hold it the entire time we are together?”
    A strained smile twitched at the corners of his lips. He released his cock and it poked against her thigh. “Don’t take offense. I promised I wouldn’t use this against you. I won’t break my word.”
    Fahgwat laid her fingers against his cock and was surprised by the satiny texture of the skin clothing the hard shaft. Her thumb swept over the soft, swollen, heart-shaped tip, and then she looked at him from beneath her lashes. “I have been told there are many ways to love a man. Perhaps, you will show me one, tonight?”
    He inhaled sharply and his wayward cock pulsed against her fingers. “Is it true