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To keep fro his penis into her sweet daue into her, sliding it back and forth as he fucked her with his razed the tender flesh plu a few drops of her blood, and Si with the force of her pleasure

Korvel drove her through that cliht her to another, and then rolled away as she went li the taste from his lips as he wrapped his fist around his shaft He stroked hard and slow, and then felt her roaned as she threaded her fingers through his, and together they stroked, up and down, harder and faster, until he brought her hand up to his cock head and spilled hith to turn his head, he saw Si with his at his crotch, her eyes almost closed "You did not have to do that foryou in my hand" She closed her eyes

Korvel took her hand and wiped his seed aith the hem of her robe, and then lifted her and carried her to the bed He wanted to take his rest beside her, but he had done too much to her already If he ith Simone naked in his ar

He e, which still s what she would say to hi in a pool of war in low voices as they extended their wings and wrapped her in their soft feathers Charmed by the unlikely attention, she reached to pet the necks and curved backs On the other side of the darkness they would have attacked her, hissing and pecking, but here they belonged to her, a living garreat unknown presence lurking just out of her sight

The swans stretched, their necks twining around her arolden ared of copper appeared in the sky above her, shining in the dark like a beacon, and turned slowly as it fell, end over end, until she reached up with her gauntlet and caught the hilt

Coirl

Si her skull shifting, the leather soles of her boots finding hard-packed barren soil The dark figure that eed from the shadoore the robe of a lowed, eave her displayed the long, sharp ivory of his dents acérées The assassin and the whore are dead You belong to irl You and your sisters

I don’t have any sisters Simone felt bewildered Who are you?

I was the maker of the scroll, and it was I ashed it in my blood

Simone suddenly understood who he was You were the smith

Once my mortal kin numbered in the thousands The monk circled around her You and your uardians, each sworn to protect the secrets of eternity Now you number but three You will not fail me as your father did

Simone lowered the sword I will not kill for you, Cristophe

You have the courage to protect the rabbed the sword, wrenching it fro it into the water He reached out to her face, and Siers and palth to do what needs be done?

I will keep s slowly sank into the earth One by one the golden swans released the wings to glide away, leaving Simone hip-deep in the muddy shore She held out her hand to the htless eyes weeping blood

As theto free her ar her down until she ed alive in its grave--

"No"

Fabric tore as she ripped her way out of the s away the bed linens and pushed herself over the edge of the bed She had not been buried alive; it had been only a nightnon

"Captain?"

He had left her there alone, Simone soon discovered after a brief search of the suite Outside the s, only stars lit the sky; she h the entire day

Tooher stiff lihs All at once the memory of what she had done with Korvel cae and stared at the carpet

She ree, and the gentle way he had spoken to her Only when he had told her he was leaving had she shaken off the drowsiness The thought of hie panic to come over her She had not meant to confess her desire for hiret it now