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witness to such a private moment, Derek looked down at Xenia and saw her following the scene intently. Her eyes held no hunger, only sadness coupled with interest. Clearly she grieved for the girl who would leave their little coven, but still, she seemed fascinated to witness an act she had never participated in.
    Emelia’s breasts rose and fell as she panted with pleasure. She gripped the scarves in her fingers, her hips raised off the bed, and she came with a loud, throaty gasp.
     
    As Emelia lay on her back and breathed, Kingsley rose up and pushed a single finger into her. A second finger followed and Derek saw Emelia twitch with either pleasure or pain. Kingsley’s fingers moved in and out of her slowly and then side to side. Kingsley spread his fingers apart inside the girl and the sound that escaped Emelia’s lips clearly indicated pain. But Kingsley worked patiently on her, and after a few minutes he pushed a third finger into her and made spirals inside her with his hand.
    Slowly, meticulously, he opened her more and more, his fingers digging deeper and deeper into her. He massaged her clitoris with his other hand. Once again her wrists pulled against her bonds, once again her back arched as another orgasm gripped her.
    Kingsley pulled his fingers out of Emelia. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. Derek wanted to look away as Kingsley opened his pants, rolled on a condom and positioned himself between Emelia’s wide-open thighs. But instead of feeling as if he was watching some sort of creepy sex show, Derek felt as though he was witness to something beautiful and brave. Very brave. Extremely well-endowed, Kingsley, although rich, handsome and French, might not have been Emelia’s best choice for her first lover.
    Derek watched as Emelia took a steadying breath and focused her eyes on the ceiling. Kingsley bent his head to her ear. Once more he whispered something to her. Once more she whispered back. Emelia’s eyes met Kingsley’s. She nodded her head and took a quick hard breath. At the end of her exhale, Kingsley obliterated the girl’s virginity with one fierce thrust.
    Xenia flinched in Derek’s arms, and he held her even tighter. For a long time Kingsley didn’t move. He simply let Emelia breathe and cry. Arching in pain, she pulled on her silken bonds while Kingsley continued to whisper reassurances to her. After a few minutes her agonized breathing settled. Carefully, Kingsley began to move inside her. The whimpering continued, but when Kingsley reached between their bodies and found her clitoris, the sound ceased to be agonized and instead turned rapturous.
    Xenia shifted in Derek’s arms and he swallowed a groan as her small shapely bottom pressed against his erection. He couldn’t help imagining Xenia underneath him like that, his body inside hers. What an honor it would to be her first lover, to be the one she gave up the Fathoms for. But he remembered Urs, the bitterness and regret in her voice. She’d left Fathoms for someone like him, and now she couldn’t come back except as an outsider. Would Xenia regret leaving the way Urs did?
    After what seemed like an eternity of slow tortured thrusts, Kingsley began to move faster inside Emelia. The wave of pain had seemingly passed and now sounds of bliss alone escaped her lips.
    Derek tensed as Kingsley increased his pace and moved harder against Emelia. Kingsley gathered her to him as she buried her head against his chest. A shudder racked Emelia’s body as she climaxed a third time. Kingsley thrust once more and came with a sharp intake of breath.
    Slowly, Kingsley pulled out of her and Derek saw the blood on him. He closed his pants, pulled on his shirt and untied Emelia. Rolling up, Emelia slipped back into her gown, wincing a little with every small movement. Finally she reached up and unclasped the mermaid pendant from around her neck. She reached for Kingsley’s hand and placed it in the center of his palm. He wrapped his