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my mouth over her covered breast, sucking at her nipples until I could see
their hard points through the wet cloth.
I pulled her nightgown up and shoved my hand into her moist pocket.
 Care  She arched beneath my touch, her warning lost in a moan.
 Yes, I promised, sliding down to the V of her widespread legs. I started
slowly with my tongue, my fingers burning with the need to penetrate her sweet
hole. I sucked the enflamed hood of her clit, the flat of my tongue stroking its
base while my top lip inched up and down its spine.
AnneMarie tangled her hands in my hair and thrust against my mouth, her
breath coming in harsh little pants.  Baby& so good. Keep licking me.
The smell of her arousal was thick in her bush, the hairs lightly caressing
my face on all sides. I mouthed her entire pussy, my thirst for her nearly
unquenchable after her prolonged denial. Nearly so& but she was so wet. Her
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cream coated my tongue, clogged my nose so that I had to breathe against her
plump labia.
 Yessss, she moaned, thrashing along the bed now as the knuckles of my
first two fingers penetrated her.  Keep sucking me, little sister.
I growled against her pussy, my mouth rough on the soft velvet membrane
that threatened to smother me. Harder I stroked her, searching for the knot of
tissue just inside the entrance of her cunt, flexing my fingers to fill her while
keeping her maidenhead intact.
AnneMarie wrapped her legs around my head, crushing my willing mouth
to her clit. She came then, her silky sweet cum gushing down my throat. When
she released me at last, I moved up the length of her body until our mounds,
equally wet, were pressed against each other. I braced myself with one arm
alongside her shoulder, my free hand cupping her breasts through the fabric,
squeezing it rhythmically as we pumped one another to climax.
You cannot imagine my joy, Philipe. I possessed this lovely creature we
possessed one another over the next few weeks. A prince might take her as
his wife, so notable her family, but it was my legs she was buried between,
sucking and licking each night, her mouth coated with my juices. Surely no
less than a marquis would bury his shaft between her thighs when she was
claimed as a bride, but it was my fingers that stroked her cunt and ravaged her
tight ass.
The last few years of hardship melted away and I could not think of
anywhere other than Sacred Heart that I would rather be.
And then the letter arrived. It would not be a marquis, I learned, that would
fill her legs, but an English duke.
 Father feels we must leave France, she told me, her voice steady, her eyes
clear, despite my sobbing. She placed a hand on my shoulder.  Perhaps I can
send for you once I am settled in?
How long would that be? My pride would not let me ask. I knew the
summons would never arrive. It would be far more convenient for her to replace
me. I sniffed and gathered my blanket around me so that I might not feel the
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gentle heat of her hand. I stopped crying, though my body shook with unshed
tears, and turned from her, ignoring her soft murmurings until she gave up
and returned to her bed.
Nothing but silence passed between us the next day. She grew peevish at
my quiet rebuke, her true nature showing at last. I should be grateful for what
she had taught me, she chided. I should thank her for the pleasure she had
given me, a mere orphan with no estate and a meaningless title. On and on she
went until, at last, I humbled myself before her, approaching her mattress on
my hands and knees the night before she was to depart for England forever.
She liked seeing me crawl, it was evident in her eyes. I stopped at the edge
of her bed and pressed my cheek against her knee, my tears wetting her skin.
She stroked my dark hair, drawing me onto the bed. We lifted our gowns
together, each part of our bodies pressing against the other s mate as it was
exposed until we were mound to mound and breast to breast, our tongues
writhing like mating snakes. She cupped my ass, I hers, and we rocked
together, the kiss deepening as we grew damp and hot between our thighs.
Her rocking became more urgent and she broke the kiss. Throwing her
head back, a strangled half-suppressed scream of pleasure issued from her. I
pumped harder, my own peak fast approaching, my nearly bald mound
rubbing against her wet triangle of fur.
I cupped her cunt and she collapsed back onto the mattress, squirming
beneath my touch. It would be my last drink from her cup, I knew, and I bent
my head in mock reverence. I spooned my tongue, pulling the cream from her
cunt into my mouth, swallowing it down in greedy gulps before I teased her
engorged clit. I brought her to the edge of climax, backing away when she
begged me to end the assault, to grant her the relief her wildly bucking hips
demanded. I massaged her thighs, her calves, kissed the soles of her feet until
she grew complacent under my touch. Then I would fall on her again, ravaging
the exterior of her pussy, pulling her back to the rim of the abyss, my pinkie
teasing the tight pucker of her ass but never penetrating.
 End it, Candacis!
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Her demands grew louder, her entire body a quivering mass of flesh that
thought only of release, of filling my mouth with the honeyed gush of her
climax. Slowly, I eased a finger into her cunt, softly probing, my gentle touch
hiding my intent. You see, she had marked me, damaged me. I loved her, as
foolish as it might seem, and my heart was breaking. Should I allow her, then,
to leave unmarked?
 Yes, baby, she cooed when I slipped a second finger in, flexing against the
opening of her cunt and then shoving a third one in.  Careful, baby, careful.
Oh God& yes.
My pussy was wet, sopping, my ass pumping the air as I tightened and
relaxed my own internal muscles, excited by her pleasured cries and the
knowledge of what I was about to do.
 Yes, baby, yes. I am coming& baby, yes.
She thrust her hips high in the air, her ass leaving the mattress. I joined
the upward thrust of her cunt with a downward thrust of my fingers, the tightly
held triangle breaking the smooth velvet fabric of her virginity.
AnneMarie froze for a brief instant, her heated encouragement hanging in
the air, and then her ass hit the mattress and she scrambled away from me.
She saw the blood on my fingers, saw me lift them to my mouth and suck the
red away.
 What have you done? she cried.  How will I explain 
I stopped her words with a harsh kiss, knifing my tongue into her mouth to
give her a coppery taste of my betrayal, of her betrayal of me. I turned away,
my soul hardened against her tears.  You will find some way, I am sure, I
answered.  But you will know on your wedding night, as you worry that your
ruse will fail...you will know that I took this from you, that it was mine to take.
Then I went back to my bed and did not leave it until after she had left the
next morning, an entourage of servants packing her belongings while she
waited in the carriage.
I send this now to you, two days later. It is the last letter I shall send and I
have packed the envelope full of material taken from the girls. Print this, print
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shall do what is best.
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