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she reached for the queen to examine it. The piece was made from colorless glass shot with cracks and imperfections. It was beautiful. The other half of the set was made from translucent white glass.
    “Now,” said Zenovia. “In a moment, we shall play. But first…”
    Her eyes glittered as she moved toward Jane.
    The next thing Jane knew, Zenovia had pushed her back into the cushions and covered her mouth with hers.
    Jane was so stunned at the sudden, completely shocking onslaught that at first she didn’t react…but when Zenovia deepened the kiss with determination and greed, she tried to twist away and free her mouth.
    But her hostess was too strong, and had positioned herself expertly, holding Jane firmly in place. The kiss went deeper, and Jane could no longer keep from responding. Zenovia’s lips were firm and warm, and she licked and kissed and sucked at Jane’s plump ones. Her tongue thrust boldly into her mouth, strong and sleek and demanding, tangling and taking from Jane as she panted beneath her, familiar pleasure vibrating through her belly and down. Jane found herself taking Zenovia’s bold, thick tongue, caressing it with her own, and then discovering the heat and wetness and lushness of Zenovia’s mouth as lust began to rise within her.
    By now, Jane was caught beneath Zenovia, pressed well down into the soft cushions of the sofa on which she’d sat. The sharp plane of Zenovia’s hip dug into Jane’s belly, and one solid leg straddled her as the chieftain pulled away from the kiss. Then, her hands strong and quick, Zenovia caught hold of Jane’s wrists and moved them out of the way, positioning them firmly at her waist.
    Her lips were full and glistening, her eyes dark and glittery. Unlike Jane, who was panting with surprise and shock, Zenovia was only slightly out of breath. But there was no mistaking the lust burning in her expression. “You taste as delicious as I’d hoped. But…” Her face tightened and her eyes narrowed in anticipation as she transferred both of Jane’s wrists to one hand. That left the other one free to slide down along Jane’s gown.
    “What…” Jane said, still out of breath from a kiss that had left her more hot and aroused than she’d like. Her lips throbbed, and her nipples had sharpened into tight little spikes, jutting up through the sensuous silk of her gown. They shuddered and shivered as she tried to catch her breath and subdue the sudden, unexpected onslaught of lust that had overtaken her.
    Zenovia was looking at them, her own breasts showing tight and aroused through the folds of her own gown…hovering near Jane in large, heavy teardrops, but not touching. Jane could not take her gaze from the sight of them, so close, quivering and tempting and lush.
    The chieftain made no response to Jane’s attempt at speaking. Instead, she kept her eyes trained on her guest as the free hand slid beneath the folds of Jane’s toga and found the juncture of her thighs. Before Jane could press her legs together, those large, bold fingers found her: soft and full and wet.
    “What…” Jane tried again, a little more stridently this time. “I don’t—”
    Two fingers thrust inside her, deep and fast, and Jane arched in surprise. “Oh!” A rush of heat flushed over her, sudden and strong, and she looked at her hostess in shock, trying to pull out of the hot haze. “This…isn’t…what…”
    But those fingers remained inside her, and they moved slowly and with expertise, sliding in and out, then spreading wide and curving up inside her to stroke a point of pleasure she hadn’t even realized was there…and then a third finger joined them and Jane couldn’t hold back a gasp as the rhythm became faster and more regular, faster…faster…She gasped, panted, moaned, tried to pull away, tried to keep her hips from moving and meeting those strokes, but she was trapped—both by her hostess and by the desires of her own body.
    Zenovia watched her without blinking,