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physical sensations
against his skin, licking over quivering nerves as his anticipation
swelled to uncontainable heights. Lust pulsed through his cock,
overloading his senses as they fought to take in the slightest
changes in the air around him, in spite of the haze clouding his
mind.
    There was a sound from beyond the trees,
shadows shifted.
    Women stepped into the clearing. One by one,
a dozen beautiful maidens surrounded him, all tempting, all tall,
though some towered over their sisters. They circled him slowly,
standing between him and the trees, the moonlight highlighting
their naked bodies. None of them were Willa. One stepped forward,
the moon laying silver swaths over her black hair and catching in
her violet eyes.
    Henryk’s Vila.
    “You have come for Willa?”
    Her voice was filled with the promise of
sensual delight. The tone of it reached out to wrap David’s spine
with liquid heat, pouring craving into his groin. He stared at her
dumbly, barely able to nod in response.
    She laughed and he heard the melodic lilting
of a flute. “Do you come to capture her? Think you can take a
strand of her hair to tie her to you forever? A piece of her skin
you will burn to kill her?”
    David licked his lips. “No, I just want her.
I want to be with her.”
    The black-haired Vila stepped so close her
heat seared him through his clothes. “Why just her, when you could
have us all?”
    Her words released the other women from their
silent wait. They surged forward in a rush of swinging hips and
graceful glides. Their bodies were beauty in motion with the silver
light licking over them, sexual intent screaming from every smooth
shift of their muscles. He scanned their faces, still not seeing
the one he wanted.
    Hands reached for him as bodies pressed
close. David stood still for them. The rending of his clothes
echoed in the night, freeing him to the breeze. Strong arms held
him as one delicate beauty went to her knees, yanking at his shoes
until the cool grass tickled his soles. The women bared him in a
way that went beyond clothing, laying his vulnerability and need
out for all to see.
    A dozen mouths teased a dozen points on his
body, spearing him with lust. Nerves rose to the surface of his
skin, his muscles pulled taut. The silken glide of hair cooled him
even as it heated. Strong fingers massaged down his spine, others
dipped between his ass cheeks. A tongue swept over his nipple,
another rimmed his navel.
    He was overrun by sheer sensation as soft
palms stroked over his chest, dragged up his thighs, cupped his
balls. Someone fisted his cock, squeezing and kneading until his
length was fully unfurled and fire blazed through his groin. He
heard a groan of feminine appreciation a moment before he was
sucked into a hot, wet mouth.
    Another tongue found the puckered opening of
his ass. David jerked, but he could not pull away, didn’t know if
he wanted to. Two mouths worked at his nipples with wet swipes and
sharp nips, fingernails raked his ribs. Hard hands pressed his
thighs until his legs threatened to give out, but another set of
strong arms held him upright.
    Deep inside him, some filmy substance began
to boil. Evaporating in the cauldron of his own lust, it rose to
seep past his skin. Something twisted in his chest, oxygen grew
scarce. Feminine moans echoed on the breeze.
    The pleasure was intense, too intense. He
couldn’t focus, didn’t know where to turn his attention. Fear
climbed from the ashes of his sanity, prodding him with flashing
punches of adrenaline. He pried his eyes open and looked down at
the bevy of Vilas licking over him, kissing, sucking.
    The black-haired witch was on her knees, his
cock stuffed deep in her mouth. Heat and friction clawed his senses
to ribbons. She stared up at him with mocking violet eyes and David
swore he could see Henryk’s friend’s blood on her hands. It
couldn’t deflate the lust pumping through his length, but it was
enough to clear some of the fog in his head.
    “No,