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His response allays some fears and sparks curiosity in others regarding Seven and Nox.

Why do I include Nox? He has not indicated that he might be interested in me. When a family unit forms, especially a large one, not every member is intimate with each other. There may be non-intimate kinds of love within the bigger group.

I am intrigued by Nox and the strange dark dominance I sense exists within him, and so is my doe.

“We are not doing much cleaning,” I say.

His bark of laughter makes me jump. He wades with me toward the side where he sits me on a ledge beneath the surface that I only now notice.

A collection of bowls filled with sand of different colors forms a line on the side of the pool here. He scoops the sand from one, takes my hand, and brushes it against my damp skin. It melts into a lather, and a sweet scent fills the air.

“There,” he says. “Let me perform my solemn duty and clean you all up. “

His touch light and confident, cleaning my arms and shoulders before he lifts me and turns me around.

“Kneel on the ledge, little doe.”

He draws my hair to the side over one shoulder and works his skilled fingers down my back.

I feel languid: the warm water and steam rising from the pool, but I’m also aware that a man has his hands upon me, that I am naked, and so is he.

“Make no mistake, Fawn,” he says. His hands pause at my waist just above my ass. He grips and pushes me a little up and forward so that my bottom is out of the water, bent over the side with my hands braced against the tiles. “Seven wants you for his queen. He is merely allowing you to choose.”

He scoops up more of the sand, and his big broad hands make a swirling motion as he kneads it into the cheeks of my ass.

My pussy performs a slow clench and a moan escapes my lips.

“Does that feel good?” His thumbs press right underneath the curve of my bottom, daringly close to my core, before they slide up a little around the front over my belly and cup my breasts from behind.

I moan again and press my breasts into his hands.

“Hush, Fawn,” he says, his voice low and close to my ear. “If Wolf hears your pleasure sounds, he will be sure to put a stop to it.” His touch remains light. My nipples harden—I very much want him to play. He edges closer to me, his chest brushing up against my back.

If I were to rock back, I could feel his cock nestle between my parted thighs.

His fingertips make a circular pattern around and around my breasts. My breathing turns choppy as the circles draw evercloser to my nipples, then go wider again, making me crazy with need.

“Your tits are lovely,” he says.

I whimper, then groan as I feel his lips graze my shoulder.

“Shush, naughty doe.” He nips my ear. “So very soft everywhere. Your skin is like the finest silk. Tell me.” —The circles draw closer again to the hardened peaks, and he brushes his fingertips over them this time. A shiver ripples through me before he draws the circles wider once again— “Is your sweet pussy getting all dirty? Would you like me to clean you there?”

“Yes,” I breathe. The word is a little more of a whisper, for his fingers are circling again, the circles drawing tighter until his fingertips brush over the areolas… and then finally, he captures my nipples between his fingers and thumb and squeezes.

My moan is louder.

“I think my naughty doe wants to be caught. Maybe I should stop?” He nips at my shoulder.

“Please, Goddess, don’t stop.”

“As my doe commands.” His hands leave my breasts. He scoops clean water and rinses me. The trickle of water and the feather-light touches ignite my skin to greater sensitivity.

I could dip myself in the water to wash the suds away, but I like Eiden doing it very much. With his left hand on my hip, his right hand slides down over my belly to cup me intimately, his fingers grazing my clit.

I jolt at the electric feel of his touch.

“More or stop?”