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things we lost in the fire
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the witch fell asleep to the silent lullabye of rillian's caress. he could not stop touching her, as if he did, she would disappear or he would lose something whose value was measureless.
he listened to her breathe and lightly surrender to dream. he did not sleep. he watched the night kiss the morning.
when she woke, she was beautiful like something fresh and clean. the light that caught her eye was what we miss. it is not until we see by the light of the moon that we go anywhere.
she pulled him against her. he was hard against her belly instantly.
this time he was rough. she liked it.
there was nothing left on the bed when they were finished but their naked bodies. and then she turned rillian on his stomach and massaged him with an oil that smelled of vanilla. she turned him over and she made him quiver and shudder to climax.
and then she tried to crawl away gigging, but he caught her and pinned her to the bed. he loved the way she laughed. he kissed her until she relaxed and he continued down along her neck and breasts, her belly, and further until he tasted the nectar of her sweet flower.
finally, they entered the day, stumbling into the shower together. the witch saw what the sun did to his body. she took him into her mouth.
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