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wave of ecstasy went through her. Only at the very peak did it come back to her where she was and what she was doing, spoiling the end of her climax to leave her panting and gasping on the ground. Yet the night was as silent as before, with the smaller moon now no more than its own breadth over the roof-ridge.
    Buttoning her britches flap with a wry smile, she made herself decent, then rose to a crouch. For a moment she thought of the vial of elixir but decided against it, determined to avoid using it if at all possible. Climbing to her feet, she padded softly towards the matron’s quarters, her stomach once more queasy and her throat tight.
    The windows were now dark, the interior of the matron’s house as black as pitch. Aisla moved to the door, twisted the iron ring to control the latch and pushed it open. The gentle grate of metal on metal seemed like the noise of a blade on a sharpening wheel but no sound answered it. Slipping within, she felt her way through the darkness, with patterns emerging as her eyes slowly adjusted to what little moonlight there was. Every step was taken in slow motion, her toes gliding slowly forward on the floor and her fingers questing ahead for obstacles. Judging the bedchamber to be that in which the matron had fitted her dildo, Aisla moved through the room in which Sulitea had been fucked, then stopped at the door. From within she could hear the sound of breathing, a low, guttural rasp.
    Easing the door slowly wide, she stepped inside. The room had no window and was darker even than the outer chambers. Judging the position of the bed by the snoring that she hoped came from the matron, Aisla moved to its end. She ducked low, crawling with her hands extended until her fingertips touched a blanket and found the shape of a foot beneath. Inch by inch she crept forward, round to where Sulitea lay at the foot of the matron’s bed. Her fingers touched blanket, then the short curls of Sulitea’s hair. Uttering a brief prayer to her mother, Aisla clamped her hand hard over Sulitea’s mouth and bent low, whispering as the girl’s body gave a startled jerk.
    ‘Be calm! Be calm!’ she urged. ‘I’ve come to bring you free.’
    Sulitea’s teeth met on Aisla’s hand, then she screamed. A startled demand came from the matron, then a curse. Aisla jumped back, shaking her hand, then grabbed for Sulitea, attempting to pull her up.
    ‘Come on!’ she urged. ‘Sulitea! I’m a friend! I’m here to bring you free!’
    No answer came from Sulitea, but the matron roared in rage. Aisla got to her feet, panic rising as she scrabbled for the vial of elixir. Light flickered as she found it, then grew bright as a candle flame took. Before her, horrid in the dancing orange light, the matron crouched on the bed, naked, her vast breasts swinging as she spread her arms to grapple. Sulitea lay cowering at the foot of the bed, her face set in shock and fear. Aisla drained the vial and thrust it back into her pouch as the elixir burnt a hot, salty path down her throat.
    The matron’s face was twisted into a delighted grin, expressing triumph and disdain and not the slightest fear. Aisla swallowed hard, certain that the woman’s strength was far beyond her own, then feinted a leap, hoping to draw the matron away from the door. Instead, the huge woman’s smile just became broader and she laughed.
    ‘I know every trick, little one,’ the matron snarled, ‘best grovel down now and save yourself a few bruises.’
    Aisla’s teeth set at the woman’s arrogance. She ducked low, grabbed Sulitea and hurled her forward. Sulitea screamed and the matron went down, caught off balance. Aisla jumped forward, grabbed Sulitea, planted a vicious kick into the matron’s midriff and wrenched open the door. Sulitea was screaming, demanding to be let go.
    ‘Stupid girl!’ Aisla spat as she dragged Sulitea behind her. ‘I’m from Talithea! I’m here to bring you free!’
    ‘No!’ Sulitea yelled. ‘I am shamed! This is