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name she’d
chosen for herself.
    A calculating look came into his devil-green
eyes. He relaxed his stance and crossed his arms over his chest,
the cane dangling from one hand as it rested against his side.
“What recompense might I give you instead of the key?”
    Branwenn wasn’t expecting him to give up the
fight so quickly. It unbalanced her. But in the next moment, the
wheels in her mind were turning once more. It didn’t take but
another instant to come up with something so outrageous, so
thoroughly unseemly, so devilishly, deliciously wrong , to
tease the man with. And, if he actually met the challenge, ‘twould
round out her sketchy knowledge and answer the questions she’d been
dying to have answered ever since seeing Bao and Jesslyn together
at the waterfall last year.
    “You must tell me, leaving naught out, how
you make love to a woman, as well as how it feels to you...and to
her.” Her heart was pounding so hard, she felt her throat close
up.
    His voice thundered in clear shock and
disbelief. “Are you insane?”
    * * *
    Callum couldn’t believe he was giving
Branwenn his secret carnal fancy. Telling this virginal lass—his
cousin’s, make that behemoth cousin’s, adored wee foster
sister—the sexual imaginings he’d coveted lo’ these many years. But
he was. And he was so hard now, he ached. But, the words continued
to tumble from his lips as if he were under the spell of the
mystical creature the lass pretended to be.
    “And then, when I feel you come—”
    “ Come? ” she asked softly, a little out
of breath.
    “Convulse with pleasure, feel as if you’re
going to burst into a thousand points of flaming joy,” he explained
and then repeated, “When I feel you come against my mouth, taste
the honeydew that drips from your sex, that prepares you for my
invasion, then, only then, will I cover you with my body and push
myself into you.”
    “And how will that feel to me? Will I like
it?”
    “Aye. But not at first. Nay, at first you
shall feel the pain of the slender covering of inner skin that
keeps you a virgin being ripped wide by my sex. And your canal will
burn, sting from being stretched wide and forced to take something
larger than itself inside it, from being plowed into and forced to
accommodate me as I move in and out of it.
    “But it won’t hurt for long, I give you my
promise. Only a few moments and then, suddenly, it will feel so
good, just as my tongue had felt on it, in it. And before very
long...you shall experience heaven once more. But this time, it
will be so much more intense.”
    Branwenn’s breath came harshly now; she heard
the sound of her ragged breath echo in the cave and it shamed her.
She tried to calm herself, tried to force her breathing to a more
natural meter, but could not. “And how will it feel to you? Will it
hurt at first for you as well?”
    Callum chuckled. “Nay, it won’t hurt. ‘Twill
feel perfect. Hot, juicy, so narrow it tugs the skin of my manhood.
I’ll have trouble keeping myself from finding release before you
do. But when your new-tried canal’s muscles begin to milk me of my
seed, I’ll fuck”—he couldn’t believe he was using such course
language with her, but something inside him impelled him to it—“you
so hard, the head of my cock will pound against your womb. And by
this time, you’ll be so hot, so ready for release again, it will
feel quite pleasing to you.”
    He shook his head and repeated, “Nay, ‘twill
not hurt me. What hurts a man is being as ready as I am right now
and not finding release.”
    Branwenn, now past the point of rational
thought, acted purely on instinct and reached out in the darkness
to find his leg.
    “What do you?” he asked sharply,
anxiously.
    “Sshh” she admonished, moving her hand up to
the junction of his thighs.
    “Branwenn,” Callum croaked, but ‘twas too
late, she’d already grasped his manhood in her hand and begun to
stroke him. ‘Twas bigger, harder, than she’d