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fret so, my love. I’m not really so very different from you. Once I’ve had this
gabru
and my cravings have been fed, my ardor will diminish—you’ll see. My lust will be less tangled up with sentiment. It will be purer then, a simple physical need, as it is meant to be for our kind.”
    “I want to be with you when you take him—at least tonight.” He knew she wouldn’t wait to have him; she was far too eager. Not that tonight would be the end of it, of course. By the time Beckett left here, Lili would have enjoyed him in ways his prosaic human brain could never have imagined.
    “Of course you may be there, if it will ease your mind,” she said.
    “I’ll put a
liggia spiall
on him,” Elic said. “Let him think it was all just a dream. And I want you to use your
mashmashu kasaru
. I don’t want him to move a muscle. I’ll be damned if I’ll watch him putting his hands all over you.”
    On a weary exhalation, she said, “I hate it when they can’t thrust or touch me. It doesn’t feel the same.”
    “
I’ll
touch you.” Grabbing the pool’s marble rim for purchase, Elic rose to his feet in the hip-deep water and leaned down to kiss her as she floated in the moonlit mist. “I know what you like.”
    Elic closed his hands over her breasts, giving her nipples a sharp little tug that made her moan. He pinched them hard, rolling them back and forth, but slowly, pulling them a little from time to time as they grew stiff. He knew, from his female transmutations, exactly how this felt for her, the stinging pleasure that fell just short of pain, shooting darts of arousal directly to her clit. So sensitive was Lili’s succubitic body that she could climax just from having her nipples excited, if it was done properly. He’d made her come merely from caressing certain areas of her body in just the right way; her lips, her ears, her throat, and the cleft of that exquisite derrière were particularly sensitive.
    She grabbed fistfuls of his trailing hair, her back arching, the earthy-sweet perfume of her arousal making Elic’s cock thicken and rise. He braced one hand under the small of her back to support her while he brushed a finger slowly, lightly, up and down the seam of her sex.
    “I know how you hate to be rushed,” he said as he slid the finger deeper, stroking the ultrasensitive inner lips very slowly and gently. She moaned deliciously, the water roiling beneath her as she tilted her hips up, up . . .
    Elic positioned himself between her outspread legs as he continued the intimate caress. Fully erect now, he steeled himself against his own arousal, for which there would be no relief tonight—he didn’t bed the maidservants, and there were no female houseguests at present—and tried to think only of Lili.
    He would pleasure her before Beckett did, and he’d make it good for her, he’d make her wait for it, make her scream. The consummate succubus, sexual excitation was like a drug to her; she was addicted to it, ravenous for it, utterly intoxicated in its clutches. She could come twenty or thirty times before she was through with a man, sucking him dry and leaving him deliriously satisfied and utterly wrung out—whereas she, having revived herself with the
gabru
’s carnal excitement, would be flushed with renewed vitality. As with most females, human and Follet alike, her first climax was usually the most powerful. Tonight the first would be his, and a string of others besides; Beckett would get what was left.
    “I’ll touch you like this while you’re on top of him,” Elic murmured. “I’ll tell him you’re really mine and mine alone, heart and soul, and that he’s nothing to you but a convenient cock. I’ll hold you still with him swelling and twitching inside you while I flutter a fingertip on your clit, bringing you right to the edge and keeping you there while you shake and groan. I’ll push a finger up your ass like this.”
    Lili threw her head back as he demonstrated, squirming