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All Felicity would think about, beyond her own nudity, was the pair of lips reverently kissing her pale ass. Occasionally, Sara would pause to lick at the base of her spine, where a teasingly sensitive spot always made Felicity tingle, but then the blonde always went back to those soft, rounded moons to gently exercise her lips and teeth. A warm glow was spreading through Felicity’s ass, like Sara was whispering a magic spell to be carried in the blood of her arteries and capillaries, the warmth spreading forward, toward her core… Nyssa was behind the bar that Felicity was leaning against. She was dressed, watching, seated like a queen and making the polite observations of an art connoisseur. “Such untouched beauty. The fact that she would never think to do this makes it all the more pleasurable to do it. To say nothing of her form—the sweet, young body. Its suppleness, its charming shape, its inexperience… she reminds me of you when we first met, Ta-er al-Asfer. Of how you described yourself to me before you boarded that yacht…” There was an underlying current, a charge to Nyssa’s words, and as Sara heard it, she began to change her activities. Her kisses would stop every so often, replaced with a sharp little bite. They didn’t hurt—not quite. They were just sort of… exciting. Felicity slowly got the idea that Sara was preparing to do something, something very different—nothing to be frightened of. It would be just as exciting as the nibbling. “Do you remember what I did to you, beloved?” Nyssa asked rhetorically. “What you’d never allowed anyone to do to you before?”