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Lai'iya hopped down the river bank, jumped out to a stone, a log, the muddy opposite bank and ran hard along it. She didn't care for getting dirty, but her only chance right now was to get N'Kanna's attention, hoping that her otter friend and sometimes lover could somehow interfere. She splashed along the bank; the ground was muddy and it was slowing her down. But if the lynx who was chasing her didn't want to end up in the river, he couldn't pounce. She knew at least that a rabbit could jump further than a cat!

She risked a look back and nearly screamed. He was right behind her, nearly in claw's reach! But the mud was slowing him down too, at least he wasn't gaining. She was nearing deep water now, and a big patch of rushes where she knew the local otters liked to ambush bass. If only N'Kanna was there... Two otters poked their heads up out of the reeds as she approached, but she couldn't see who they were. Something told her to dodge; she leapt up the bank, just as the lynx pounced on the spot where she'd been moments before. No time to figure out how he'd managed it! She bounded along the top of the bank where N'Kanna could see her. He could swim nearly as fast as she could run and his path would be straight, not twisting and turning with the river!

The lynx hadn't jumped up with her, he was still down in the mud by the water's edge, slowly falling behind. He'd guessed where she was going; she only hoped he hadn't guess why. Then she saw a chance ahead of her. There was a thick tangle of blackberry bushes reaching down to the bank, growing around some obstruction, thick again on the far side. The cat would hesitate to jump it, but she knew she could! If only the obstruction would take her weight, she'd be able to hide her track on the far side and get away while he was scrambling around it. Running as hard as she could, Lai'iya reached the brambles and leapt!

And she saw to her horror that there was nothing inside the blackberry bush; it was a pit! The sides were steep, the bottom was muddy, the top was guarded by old, thick brambles and the only way out curved around to the river where the lynx was. She'd trapped herself! Then the ground was approaching at an angle she didn't like. She twisted around and managed to land on her feet, but too quickly and still twisting. She tumbled and fell against the steep wall. She struggled to her feet as quickly as she could, turned to make a break for the river.

And saw that she was too late. The lynx was already there, blocking the only exit with his body. His thick, hard-muscled chest heaved as he caught his breath, but his big, strong arms were spread away from his narrow hips to catch her if she ran and his long claws were extended. He grinned at her, his fangs showing white under the gray of his fur. His tufted ears, turned back while he was running, now shifted forwards. And his eyes, his green, slitted eyes, seemed to glow with menace! He had her, they both knew it. Lai'iya could feel her heart pounding out it's last few beats in her chest as he slowly stalked towards her.

"Turn around, rabbit," he growled, "and bow your head. The death bite is quick and merciful."

But Lai'iya stood frozen by something else. She watched in fascination -- in terror -- as his penis emerged from his fur and quickly grew straight and hard. The barbs stood out below his shiny glans.

"Y-you're getting off on this," she whimpered. "You... you're gonna... when I'm dead..."

"Or face me, and I'll rip your throat out. Your choice. But your blood and your meat are mine either way."

He was on her now. His hands gripped her arms tightly, his claws pricked her skin. He drew her still nearer, as if to embrace her. She was too terrified to struggle. His erection pressed through the fur of her belly, hot and hard, pulsing. She whimpered again. His mouth opened wide, panting; he tipped it towards her throat.

She didn't even realize that she was licking his nose until he'd sneezed. He looked at her with the sort of quizzical expression that only a cat can manage. She had no idea why she was doing it, but she licked his nose again. She pressed her tongue to his whiskers, probed under his chin, into the corner of his mouth. She put her arms around his waist as well as she could from her elbows down and held him close. She crushed her pert nipples against his hard chest. The barbs of his organ caught in her belly fur. She pressed her lips to his, let her tongue slide over his. It scratched. His mouth tasted of old blood. He was death to her; all she could do now was accept him, take him to her as she knew he was shortly going to take her for his own.

She rested her head on his shoulder, her ears forward. This would make it easier for him to bite through the back of her skull; the death bite of cat-kind, quick and merciful. His fur was musty and dry, but there was little of his own scent. She let go of his waist and took his erection in her hands instead. It was warm and moist, it comforted her. She stroked it, waiting for his bite. He was purring! She squeezed him gently, massaged his glans with her knuckles. She nibbled his shoulder, waiting for his teeth. Her death excited her now; she imagined that it would be like coming, her final release from helpless anticipation. She caught herself longing for it. But he just kept purring!

"I want it," she moaned. "I want you to take me. Just do it to me, I don't care."

She let go of his organ and knelt. He released her arms, but grabbed her head instead, his claws under her chin. She kissed his shaft, smelled its musky fragrance, licked it. He growled as she nibbled his barbs but snarled when she stopped. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft, nibbled between the base and the balls, licked a few more times and started kissing the glans.

"Let me know when you're nearly there."

"Now," he replied, over his purr.

She took his tip into her mouth and sucked. Sweet pre-cum oozed from it. She took some of his shaft in, then let it slide out, feeling how the barbs moved over her tongue. They did, easily; she tried it a few more times. Then he growled at her.

"Now!" he exclaimed.

She took a deep breath and put as much of his shaft into her mouth as would go. Then she swallowed as much of it as she could and kept swallowing. He snarled and his shaft bucked, but she kept trying to swallow it. Then it seemed to pull itself out of her throat. Breathing again through her nose, she sucked as much starchy cream from his retreating organ as she could. At last he took it away.

She felt as if she could die so easily now; excited, and somehow peaceful. She looked up at him; he was smiling down at her, purring.

"Now me," she said.

"Lie back," he replied. "I've never had a chance like this before, I want to take my time!"

She lay down with her arms and legs spread and her head back, exposing her throat. The lynx knelt over her, his knee between her legs, took her in his arms and lifted her to him.

"I've always wondered," he murmured.

He pressed his lips to hers again. She felt his tongue in her mouth, rough as bark against her own. He searched for traces of his own cum, tasted them, far back in her mouth. She tried to swallow him again. He explored her mouth, the back of her teeth, her tongue. She meekly let him linger, held onto his shoulder, moved a scritching hand down his back. His free hand was on her cunny, stroking, one finger between the wet lips. She hadn't realized that she was oozing juice. He drew back, moved the finger to her mouth; she sucked, distantly amazed at her own sweetness. He fed her more of herself, then kissed her again, tasting it with her. She trembled.

What was he doing? Why wasn't she dead yet? The waiting was much worse than the fear! She longed for him to crush the back of her skull with one bite, to tear her throat out, rake her belly open and feed on her living flesh, anything!

But instead he pulled away and smiled at her; not the fierce, hunter's grin of before, but sweetly, playfully. It reminded her of N'Kanna's smile... And then she understood!

"You're afraid!" the lynx said. "You're scared to death!"

Of course she was, she ought to be! He'd chased her down and tried to kill and eat her.

"And you're really getting off on it, aren't you? You want me!"

She froze. She could smell her own juice; yes, she was getting off on it, but the thought made her feel sick. She turned her head away; she curled-up into a ball on the muddy floor and wept hysterically. The lynx didn't move. She peeked up at him; he was kneeling just where he'd been, licking his paw and grooming an ear, staring at her. Then he pressed his forehead into his hand.

"You think I still want to kill and eat you." He snorted. "What a foolish waste of talent that'd be! I promise, bunny, I won't even hurt you. Well, not too much..."

Lai'iya snarled in frustration. She curled up even tighter. Her tears and sobs were terror, but her moans were sexual and it tormented her that she could be feeling both. The lynx's hand was on her shoulder, so near, too near her throat.

"What is it then?" A hand on her cheek; he turned her face towards him. "What's wrong, bunny?"

"Stop making me feel this way!" she begged. "I don't wanna feeling this way for you!"

"What? Why?"

Lai'iya didn't answer. She tried to turn away again, but the lynx took her in his arms and drew her to him instead. She pushed at his chest and tried to get to her feet.

"Don't fight!" he ordered.

She stopped pushing; she stared desperately into his face. He put his arms over her shoulders to embrace her. She wrapped her arms under his and wept freely against his throat, her ears tight against her neck. He tried to purr for her.

"Why don't you want me?"

"I want you. I need you!"

"Then..."

"I don't wanna need you! You're... "

She shook her head and shuddered all the harder in his arms. For a while he stroked her ears and neck. Then he gently pulled away until he was facing her.

"Have you ever had sex before, bunny?"

"I'm not a virgin!" she sniffed, resentfully.

"Then what?"

"I don't want these feelings for you!"

"Because I'm a hunter?" (She leaned into his face and sniffed his fur.) "Because I was hunting you?" (She nuzzled his mouth.) "No... You mean it's your own feelings you're afraid of?"

She collapsed into his arms and sobbed. For a little while he let her weep, then pulled apart enough to nuzzle the corner of her mouth. So close now; she saw little, gold flecks in his green eyes.

"You should always listen to your feelings," he said. "They tell you when to eat and when to jump. You're definitely turned on by this, your..." He looked around their arms at his leg and scowled. "Yesch, you're making juice all over my fur! I'll need a bath..." He sighed. "Your feelings are trying to tell you something. Even if you don't like what they're saying, you'd better listen to them! And there's only one way to hear them."

Lai'iya closed her eyes, but she couldn't turn away. She nodded her head. Then she hung it; she had no fight left in her, she knew she had to give in.

"Try not to resist, just let me do whatever I want. Pay attention to what you're feeling and try to understand. And, um..." He looked up at the sky. "Say cloud if I'm really hurting you or you really can't take it, then I'll know you mean it and stop. Okay?"

"Cloud," Lai'iya murmured. "Do whatever you want to me, I can't fight it any more."

The lynx smiled.

"Not fighting it is the whole idea! Now just relax..."

He licked her shoulder behind the bone. His rough tongue raked the fur, scritched the skin beneath it. Slowly, he worked his way down to her armpit, her ribs, and only then to her breast. He worked his tongue below, over the line where it met her chest; then up through her cleavage, grooming both mounds as he passed; then around the top, above her nipple. He pressed downward on her breast with one hand, his claws pricking -- just a little -- to get closer. She moaned and turned her head away.

Encouraged, the lynx licked harder; long, sideways strokes, nearly up to her nipple, but not onto the pink tip. It was well through her fur, hard and defined, but he didn't touch it until it started to blush. She wanted to ask him to suck, to nibble. His denial was torture! She wanted to cry; she cursed her weakness, but she didn't dare say no!

And then he stopped denying her. He wrapped one arm around her waist and made her rise up on her knees. With his other hand, he rhythmically squeezed the nipple of her further breast. Her nearer breast he suckled. He bit as he did, his sharp teeth not quite breaking her skin. She gasped with each nip until her breath was ragged. The fur of his leg brushed the fur of her muff; she couldn't help trying to press her cunny to his thigh, but when she did he moved his leg away.

He stopped sucking. Instead, he started gently kissing her nipple, brushing it with the fur of his chin. Then he left it. He shifted both arms behind her, lifted her up. Now her cunny was resting on his thigh; she started to rock, rubbing herself there. And he began to lick her face. First one eye, just above the lid, then the other. She opened her eyes and stared at him -- amazed or aghast, she wasn't sure -- as he licked right between her eyes. He moved to her ears and scraped them with his tongue, from just inside the hole down towards her forehead and next along the rim from base to tip, first one then the other. He groomed her cheeks, the sides of her nose.

Then he kissed her lips. Very lightly, as she impulsively rocked her hips, he took her lower lip between his and held it there. He moved one hand to the base of her tail and pulled her skin up from the joint, his claws gently pricking. She was breathing harder again now; he took in her breath, breathed out as she breathed in. She shuddered, felt the shuddering turn into dry sobs and closed her eyes once more.

Lifting her with a hand under her tail, he knelt between her legs. He put both hands on her hips and motioned her forwards. Still shuddering, she moved herself up until his erection was pressing her clit, the barbs stroking either side, sticking into her muff as she rocked. Still holding her lip in his, he massaged her butt cheeks. Then her tummy. Then her cunny. She whimpered as she felt him press his erection down beside her cunny. Then up. Then in...

"Cloud!" Lai'iya shouted. "Cloud!!"

The lynx stopped pressing. He hesitated, watched her staring back. Then he scowled.

"Aw fuck!" he said, as he reached into the folds of her muff.

He covered the barbs of his member with a finger as he pulled it back out, still scowling. Lai'iya hung her head and shuddered.

"I'm sorry," she said. "It's too much, it's too far! I can't!"

"Have you had enough for this time?"

"Don't leave me!" She grabbed him in her arms and clung. "Don't leave me alone!" She sobbed and shuddered. "I'm so horny, it's eating me up inside! I dunno what to do!" She nuzzled his throat. "I need you to fuck me! I'm too scared!"

The lynx sniffed at something. She felt him slowly turn his head away. He tensed a little. He shook his head, no, and shrugged his shoulders. He paused. Then he relaxed a little and nodded, yes.

"Where does your body feel like it needs to be touched?"

"What?"

"You guide me. Where would you like me to touch you?"

She hesitated. He was holding onto her back. She was lonelier below her waist.

"My legs," she replied. "On the backs, my knees, my ass. Around there."

"Okay then, turn around," he said, gently. "Lean against the wall, face first, and bend at the waist. Get comfortable. And feet apart, about shoulder width."

Still shivering, she stood and rested her cheek against the cool earth, her arms above her head taking most of her weight. She could no longer see him; she kept her eyes closed. She felt his hand on her, lifting her muff back, holding the weight of her clit against his palm. She felt a whimper leave her throat as much as heard it.

She heard him sniffing, felt his tongue on her outer lips, between them, lapping her juice, rough against her inner lips, heard him purr. She was cooing, moaning, grinding herself against his tongue. He took her cheeks and held her still. He stopped lapping. She felt his thumb rubbing her, moving juice from her cunny up over her tail hole. Still purring, he lapped her slowly while he massaged her slick rear passage; around and around, outwards in every direction, around the other way, inwards. Every so often he added more of her own lube. She felt the hole relaxing, opening. She bit her lip, but couldn't stop herself from crying out, high and lost, loud!

"Is that good?"

It was hard to answer. Yes, it was good, but it was much more than she was ready for and she now couldn't make herself say stop! She felt tears and sobs. The lynx looked quickly to one side again.

"Is this too much," he asked, "do you want me to stop?"

"NO!" Why had she said that? "You're going to come in there. Aren't you?"

"Not right away." He rubbed more of her juice up onto her back passage. "You wanted me to touch your legs."

Still massaging between her cheeks, he started gently stroking her thighs. She barely felt the strokes, but they haunted her, she wanted more pressure. Stroke by stroke, he obliged her, lower and lower. At last he reached her knees. He left her ass alone now and concentrated his hands on her thighs, while he licked the backs of her knees. She moaned and cried out and sobbed all the more. She thrust her hips reflexively, tensed her tummy, swayed her hips, hardly aware of what she was doing.

"IN!" she cried at last. It surprised her, she hadn't even thought about speaking.

"You want me inside you now?"

But she couldn't answer. Her heart was pounding, the blood rushing in her ears. Her feelings were raging, all centred around her aching, hot cunny. He stopped touching her; she felt alone, desperate. But it was only for a few seconds while he stood. Then his arm was around her waist, his hand on her muff, massaging around her clit. She felt him push inside her cunny, pull out again, a finger rubbing. She felt him fussing around her rear passage. Then he was pressing her there, firmly, hard, then inside her. Thrusting. Fingers squeezing her clit. A hand on her belly. An elbow on her hip, holding her. Thrusting! She cried out, the feeling so strong she didn't know what it was any more. Thrusting! She ground herself against it, sore, craving! She sobbed, or laughed, she couldn't tell which. Thrusting, thrusting! She screamed...

And something burst! She could feel it leave her, hot, wet, somewhere around her clit. Pee? It was like dying, like all her life energy rushing out of her. She tried to kneel down, but his organ was still inside her. He was holding her up; she was as limp as a willow stick. And he was still thrusting into her, which was starting to really hurt! But then he growled, snarled, thrust, and she felt his cream gush inside her, sticky and warm, filling her. She wished she could taste it... but not out of there!

He pulled out of her, careful not to let his barbs catch. They sat down together. He held her; her ears back, she tucked her head under his chin and nuzzled. He petted her tummy with the knuckles of his free hand.

"Do you feel better now? You're pretty relaxed."

She nodded her head. "Thanks, I'm okay now."

"I didn't know women could do that," he said.

"Do what?"

"Cum!" He rubbed her muff with his free hand and held it up; it was wet, but it didn't smelling of pee. "I thought only men did this."

"So did I!"

"S-s-so did..."

The third voice started laughing uproariously. She looked towards the gully entrance for the source. It was N'Kanna, lying in the mud, rolling around, laughing hysterically, a large mouth bass clutched in his hands.

"'Kanna?" Lai'iya cried.

"You know him?" the lynx asked.

The otter crawled towards them, still holding his fish. "P-please Morraw," he stammered around his giggle fits, "d-don't hurt Lai'iya, she's my f-f-friend..." and he collapsed into laughter again.

"This is Lai'iya?" Morraw exclaimed.

N'Kanna could only nod as he hooted.

"The rabbit who relieved you of your virginity?"

Again, he nodded.

"Likes to be on top??"

Yet again, he nodded.

"Honey bunny???"

N'Kanna fell to the ground, laughing, (and he'd only been on his elbows.)

"What's so funny!" Lai'iya demanded. "What's he laughing at?"

Morraw turned to her. "Otters are laughing," he explained. "It's an old saying. They'll laugh at anything."

N'Kanna managed to crawl within arm's reach and held out the bass. "Spare her Moe," he managed. "I'll give you this... for... after!" and he fell on his face laughing again.

"You know 'Kanna?" Lai'iya asked.

"We met once when I was hurt. He helped me. We trade meat sometimes, he likes bird." Morraw took the fish and slapped his knee with it. "He must have thought I was killing you, you were yelling so loudly."

"In some terrible way," N'Kanna added. His laughter started to sound like a bit sobs. "Oh Lai, I'm so glad you were only... it was just Moe and..."

And he laughed even harder. He rocked back and forth, gasping that his ribs hurt. Morraw helped him to his feet and started walking him back towards the river, the fish in his other hand.

"Rest assured, my friend, I would never hurt a friend of yours, and taking this particular one for meat would be a foolish waste of talent. Now give the lovers some privacy like a good friend..."

"Oh, that reminds me," N'Kanna said. "If you two are going to go on like this, you might want to do it some where other than... than our... LATRINE!" and he collapsed, laughing, against the side of the pit.

"This old gully is your latrine pit???" Morraw gasped.

"EW!" Lai'iya cried.

"You're lucky..." he gasped, "...lucky we put in fresh mud this morning. You don't want to know what's under it!"

"EW!" Lai'iya cried. "OH... EW!"

Morraw merely looked at his feet, aghast. He gaped in horror at N'Kanna. This made the otter laugh all the harder, but he pinched himself and shook his head to help himself stop.

"Come on friends," he said, "I'll help you bathe. I know where shampoo root grows nearby."

He was still so weak from laughter that they had to help him walk them to the river. Morraw held him on one side; Lai'iya held him on the other, until she suddenly turned and punched him in the ribs.

"Ow! Wha'?"

"That's for taking so long!" she exclaimed. "Why couldn't you get here before I needed to let him do that to me?"

"I arrived as you were picking cloud as your safety word. He was doing fine!"

"He was fucking me!"

The otter boy cringed.

"I wish you wouldn't use such rude words for sex," he replied. "But I saw most of what happened. You were excited by him catching you and he gave you what you needed." He snugged the lynx's shoulder. "You were great about it, too."

"She was fun," Morraw replied. "You don't mind if I have sex with her again?"

"'Course not! Long as she's having fun, too."

"What???"

The lynx and otter chuckled at the bunny.

"Otters don't get jealous," Morraw replied.

"It kills friendship," N'Kanna added. "What matters is that our friends are happy. And," he added, with a sniff in her direction, "he did satisfy you."

"It was driving me insane!"

"You're okay now, though. And you learned something new about yourself. So I didn't stick my muzzle in."

"You told me what to do when she yelled cloud," Morraw replied.

"I didn't hear him."

"I read his lips. Let her have more control; so I asked you what you needed."

"You know..." Lai'iya began.

The entrance to the latrine pit curved, giving the otters privacy. As Lai'iya, Morraw and N'Kanna rounded it, they saw half the otter tribe burst into cheers and foot stomping! (One of them did dash by, though.) They grabbed the three friends, hoisted them onto several shoulders and carried them out into the river.

"Lemme down!" Lai'iya screamed. "I can't swim!"

"We'd never let you drown, honey bunny!" one of them said.

"Damn it, 'Kanna!" Morraw snarled. "What are these soggy nitwits doing?"

"'Kanna wasn't the only one who heard you having fun! Hi, little brother! Got something new to teach us?"

"Uh, Lai, Morraw, that's Shri, my mate-sister."

"TEACH THEM???" Lai'iya exclaimed.

"Yeah! Every since we started... Hey, no tickling! I'm trying to talk! Since we started exploring each other, I've been teaching everyone what we learned."

"'Kanna's already a teacher!" Shri added. "A good one, too!"

"Where are you taking me!" Morraw cried.

"The shampoo root rushes, it looks like," N'Kanna said.

"Mnaaowrrr!" he replied, most uncertainly, as a gang of otter women separated him from the rest.

They swam with him on their shoulders to the far side of a clump of oddly shaped bull rushes. The rest of the pack bore Lai'iya, (still squealing in fear and indignation), and N'Kanna to the near side, setting them down in waist-deep water. N'Kanna ducked down and pulled up a fat root from one of the rushes which he started breaking into pieces. He gave a piece to the others, who started rubbing them into lather in their hands.

"How could you tell all these people about our sex life!" Lai'iya grumbled. "I've never been so embarrassed!"

"But we have great sex," N'Kanna replied.

"You told everyone about... things we did! You made me look like..."

Lai'iya started shivering. He touched her shoulder, but she turned away. Shri stroked N'Kanna's arm and leaned close.

"It's more than that bothering her," she said, quietly.

"She learned something new about herself, but it was a pretty rough lesson. She's still trying to understand."

"I think too many people are making her nervous. Be gentle."

N'Kanna nodded as Shri lead the others away. Each touched N'Kanna as they left; he smiled for them as they did. When the rest were out of sight, he turned back to Lai'iya.

"Thanks for getting me away from Moe," she said.

"It seemed like you'd had enough for one day. You were right, I do know what those feelings were all about. It's something we all learn..."

"What was it!" she exclaimed. "Why did I get so horny..." (N'Kanna cringed.) "...over being killed and eaten? How can being so scared make me horny?"

"It wasn't 'cause you were scared, it was 'cause you were helpless. You're bindweed."

"I'm what?

"Sometimes otters like it, too, but it's mostly prey animals. It's easier for you to be sexy when somebody else is in control 'n makin' you do things. That way you can just let go. Does that sound right?"

Lai'iya nodded and sat down on the bank. "I think it is. When he was holding me and fucking me it was so strong! I couldn't believe it, it was like nothing before! But I was so scared it hurt, I was tight all over!"

"Well yeah, you were in real danger! Moe really would've eaten you if you hadn't made him a better offer. I'm glad he didn't, I don't know what I would've done. Anyway, it's not the danger that turns you on, it's being out of control."

She nodded. "That sounds right, that's like how it was. Yeah, I was scared and horny for different reasons!" She looked up at him. "I was scared that I was some kinda pervert or something! No, it was kinda like being in heat. Moe was acting just like a buck when I'm in heat! They hold me down and fuck me, they do it to all the does. It was just like..." She frowned.

"Lai?"

"I hate being in heat. I hate it when the bucks do that to me... but... I kinda like it, too. It makes me sound like I'm sick or something!"

N'Kanna took her in his arms and snuggled her. "It's just who you are," he murmured. "All it means is that's how I can please you best. 'Cause you're my friend, no matter what. Is it okay," he added, "if I'm more aggressive with you from now on? And maybe we could play a little rough sometimes?"

She snorted as she pulled away enough to face him. "I was starting to wonder if you had any balls! 'Kanna, I still want to go down on Morraw too, sometimes. I like his body, how his dick has those things on it." (He smiled, but said nothing.) "You're really okay with that?"

N'Kanna laughed merrily. "Play with anyone you like, I can trust you! What matters is my friends are happy. 'Specially you."

"And there's really others like me, who like being held 'n fucked? Even otters?"

"No one in our tribe, not now, but there have been before; maybe one of the cubs when they're older, you never know. I bet most of the other rabbit does are."

"Wow..." She looked down, but her ears staid upright. Then she shook her head and looked into N'Kanna's face again. "I think I've thought about it enough for now. I want sex!"

"D'you wanna go get Moe?"

She shook her head and smiled. "You," she said. "'Kanna?" She shivered. "Hold my arms down, 'kay?"

N'Kanna grinned and pushed her upper arms against the river bank.

"Cloud, right?" (She nodded, panting a little.) "Close your eyes and relax. Lean your head back so I can nibble your throat."

Lai'iya leaned back. A slight smile played over her lips as N'Kanna kissed and nipped the side of her neck. From the far side of the rushes, she could hear Morraw purring loudly.

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