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appease him with progress already made.
The first couple he encountered was far too old, their life
force already waning. They'd never survive the infusion. He
rushed on, passing through building after building. Scanning.
Searching.
Bittersweet rebellion, adolescent angst, the emotions
rippled through the night, teasing Cyd, attracting him. He
concentrated, bringing the emotions into focus. Oh yes, he
could work with this. He located the source and abandoned
the main settlement. In the large open loft of a secluded
woodland lodge, the young couple had just begun.
Cyd watched for a time, fascinated by their eagerness,
their graceless urgency. What they lacked in skill, they made
up for with enthusiasm. They kissed, tongues darting from
one mouth to the other. They touched each other
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everywhere, not just the places needed for sexual
stimulation; they couldn't seem to get enough.
The female climbed onto the bed and arranged herself on
her back. She skimmed her hands along her body, drawing
her lover's attention to every lush curve. Cyd had
transcended the need for a corporeal body decades before,
but her large, round breasts and long, shapely legs ignited
desires he hadn't felt in years.
Had he stumbled upon a rare Keeper who could germinate
Setti seed? One step at a time. She must survive the
transformation to slave before he could attempt the
conversion to breeder.
Anxious to begin, Cyd sank into the body of the Keeper
male. Sensations assailed him. Light flashed, sound erupted,
pain seared his skin, and pleasure shocked him. He gasped,
or rather, the Keeper male gasped, struggling against Cyd's
domination. Cyd hadn't expected resistance. He frequently
took over a host without the slightest detection.
"What's wrong?" The female sat up, her dark gaze filled
with concern.
"There's something ... I can feel " With a violent pulse,
Cyd rendered the Keeper male unconscious and took a slow,
deep breath. "I need to be inside you, so badly I can't think."
"Your eyes look strange. Are you sure you're all right?"
He took her slender hand and guided it to his cock, sliding
their entwined fingers up and down the thick length. He'd
chosen a fabulous body, prime, strong, wonderfully endowed.
"You make me wild."
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She smiled, pleased by the praise and the physical proof of
his claim. Her dark eyes sparkled and she parted her lips.
Desire shuddered through Cyd. She was the ideal combination
of daring and innocence. She wanted to experiment, to test
the boundaries of her sexuality, which served his purpose
perfectly.
"Can I ... taste you this time?"
Cyd grinned. "I'd like nothing more." She crawled toward
the edge of the bed. "No, my love, lay back. I want to touch
you while you pleasure me." Obviously unsure, she took a
long time to lie down. Cyd pulled her shoulders to the edge of
the high mattress and angled her head over the side.
Her tongue darted out, moistening her lips. He traced her
luscious mouth with the head of his cock, groaning as her
clever tongue flicked the sensitive tip. Wet heat engulfed him
as he pushed inside. Gods, how he'd missed this! Why had he
waited so long?
Reining in his demanding desire, he moved slowly in her
mouth. Her lips formed a snug circle around him, while her
tongue continued to swirl. Her words had given him the
impression she'd never done this before, but her lips and
tongue combined in a sensual dance that soon had him
groaning.
He maintained the steady rocking of his hips while his
hands explored. Her breasts felt as wonderful as they looked,
soft, yet firm, warm and resilient. He cupped them, squeezed,
and rolled her nipples, watching as they gathered into tight,
red peaks.
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"Bend your knees and open your legs for me. I want to
touch you." He thrust into her mouth as she arranged herself
for his pleasure. Grasping her inner thighs, he pushed her
legs wide. Hunger, raw and aching, surged through him.
Passion-slick folds peeked out from between her dusky slit.
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