An Authorized Excerpt
The cream-colored powder was as fine as pepper. She rubbed
it gently between her fingers before she spread the first
lick of it across her collarbone. Her skin tingled as though
warmed by the sun. As she faced the golden mirror with her
fingers hovering over the swell of her breasts, she
whispered, "Do your magic."
She ran her finger over one breast, feeling the nipple grow
hard beneath her touch. Slowly, she dipped her finger into
the leather bag and cupped her other breast, gently
squeezing and rubbing the nipple. As her hands slid across
her stomach and slithered over her thighs, she imagined it
was Pol's hands tracing themselves over her skin, warming
her.
The aroma of the flower filled her senses. She felt
lightheaded from the smell, from the itch of desire, from
the growing wetness between her legs.
She started at her reflection. Was the hardness in her eyes
fear or desire? Were her nipples erect from her own touch or
from the thought of Pol? Was the blush on her skin from the
potion or from something else burning deep within?
She ran her hands down her stomach to her mound. The smooth
curls of her hair tickled her palm as her heartbeat set
itself to a cantor. She ran one finger over the wetness of
her sex. The dark urge surfaced, making her feel as if she
toppled into a cave where anything was possible.
The wind battered the balcony doors, startling her. She
dropped her hand and crept to the bed. Unlike the night
before, sleep came soon upon her and with it, dreams of Pol.
He wore nothing but the half tunic he had been wearing the
first time she saw him. In the dream, he stood whispering in
a corner, laughing with Rialla. When he saw Serame, he
beckoned her as he opened his tunic to reveal his erect
cock. "Both of you," he said, motioning to a smiling Rialla,
who got down on her knees, "kiss me.”
Serame felt carried on the night breeze as she lowered
herself to the floor. Rialla's arm brushed hers. Her hip
pressed into her hip. Together they leaned toward Pol's
cock. Their tongues stroked his shaft and found each other’s
mouths. Rialla's hot, warm tongue darted into her mouth and
then Serame's mouth clamped over Pol's sex. Soon, it was
hard to tell what she was licking, what she was and tasting
as the frenzy of lips, tongue and cock filled her mouth.
