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SERENAI

Serenai stiffened and bit her lip as the big half- Kindred began lapping her bare mound.

She was glad that Brax had put so much of the ice dust on her—she had an idea he would need it after taking a double dose of the fire powder from sucking both her nipples.

But she couldn’t help wondering—would he be able to quench the fire by just licking her mound…

or would he need to lick inside her as well?

She was trying not to be affected by his hot mouth on her, but she couldn’t deny that when he’d been sucking so hard on her tender peaks it had sent shivers of pleasure straight down to the tender V between her thighs.

And now that his hot tongue was laving her mound, she was feeling even more hot and bothered.

“Brax…” she murmured, running her hands through his hair.

But the big half- Kindred didn’t respond—not in words anyway. However , a moment later, she felt his tongue slide down into her pussy slit.

“Oh!” she gasped as the tip of his tongue curled around her clit, sending tingles of pleasure straight through her entire body. “ Oh , Brax !”

“That’s quite enough of that! The fire must be quenched by now.”

The sharp voice of Mistress Trembledamp reminded Serenai that their hostess was watching as the big half- Kindred licked her.

“Brax, stop!” she exclaimed and tugged sharply on his thick black hair.

Reluctantly, she thought, the huge warrior stopped licking and looked up at her. His pale eyes were dilated and filled with need—he looked almost drugged, she thought, frowning.

“Brax, are you all right?” she asked him anxiously. Had the ice dust had a bad effect on him somehow?

“I’m…fine, Mistress ,” he answered slowly. “ But I had only just begun to taste you and your honey is so fucking sweet.”

Serenai was very aware that Mistress Trembledamp was watching them with sharp, suspicious eyes.

“This is not the time for that,” she told him quickly.

Though to be honest, she was feeling some discomfort in her pussy. It was like some of the ice dust had melted against her skin and she was cold between her legs now. But she couldn’t worry about that—she had to find out what was going on with the cursed necklace.

“Come on, Brax —snap out of it!” she begged in a low voice.

Brax’s eyes cleared somewhat and he nodded and rose to his feet.

“Of course, Mistress . Forgive my indiscretion,” he rumbled.

“You’re forgiven,” Serenai told him. She turned to Mistress Trembledamp , trying to look businesslike. “ Please , can you tell me more about the necklace and the poem that came with it?”

“Yes, I can.” The old lady leaned forward in her chair. “ But I’m afraid you’re not going to like what you hear, my dear. Oh my, not at all.”