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and body, tempting her to greater heights. He teased her, toying with her sex, brushing his own against her body. Whispering that she could have even more.
    She wanted more, her appetite hardly sated.
    Taking her into his arms, he bore her deeper into the darkness, and gave her more.
    Mobile mouths made free with her body, planting kisses on her breasts and thighs and belly, suckling her nipples to throbbing points, licking and teasing her erect clit. Large hands caressed her all over, fondling her breasts, squeezing and kneading her buttocks, plunging long fingers into her hot, dripping sheath.
    Enthralled by the intoxicating pleasure sweeping through her, Rory gave herself over to the intimacies and invited more. Her phantom lover dazzled her with his attentions, kindling a blaze in her body. With stinging kisses, masterful touches, and probing tongues, he stoked her need hotter, driving her past her previous rapture, sending her toward a higher peak.
    She sought it avidly, participating in her own seduction, mad for what awaited her and greedy for pleasure. Scintillating need coalescedin her core, razor sharp with hunger, golden with voluptuouspromise.
    He awarded her enthusiasm with greater zeal, showering her with honeyed delight, amplifying her desire until it burst in a thousand,thousand shards of crystal bliss. Yet even while she drifted, lost in the magnificence of her release, he tempted her with more.
    Invisible hands caught her arms and legs, holding her spread-eagledas more hands and mouths lashed her with raw pleasure. Delightrocked her quivering core, sent flares of rapture shooting through her over and over. They fueled a wild hunger in her body that consumed all sense, whetting her desire with incendiary caresses.Branded carnal need into every aching cell of her being.
    Rory writhed, desperate for release. Her phantom lover fed her scorching emptiness, using his large fingers to stroke her inner flesh with masterful skill. But this time it wasn’t enough. She yearned for more, for something that would stuff her to stretching, piercing fullness.
    She begged him to take her, then begged for relief when he wouldn’t. At her words, the darkness eased as a pale green form glowed softly. A thick dildo carved with exotic figures.
    Rory reached for it eagerly, desperate to fill the throbbing emptiness inside her. It was cool to the touch, a shocking contrast to her slick, heated flesh. She sank down on it, sheathing it in her body, impaling herself on its thick, unyielding shaft. Her flesh was like butter to its blade, melting before its advance. It stretched her channel, an ineffable pressure that soothed her intense craving. She rode it recklessly, taking it to the hilt.
    As it slid home, ecstasy erupted inside her, a fiery explosion that blasted through her, overwhelming her with its power. She screamed as rapture enfolded her, transforming her into a being of pure sensation, radiant with carnal delight. It went on forever. An unending series of glorious orgasms, rolling one into another, with peremptory disregard for the frailty of her mortal body.
    The scalding force of her release shocked Rory awake. Her womb spasmed in the violent aftermath of wicked pleasure, her legs quivering, her thighs wet with cream. Breathless, she lay for long moments, swathed by rumpled sheets and shuddering from her release, not knowing what to make of it. She hadn’t responded that strongly to a wet dream in a long time.
    And dreaming of a dildo? How weird was that? Even weirder was a niggling sense of déjà vu, a feeling that she’d seen that dildo before.
    Rory groaned at the sunlight leaking past the heavy drapes, her heart pounding in her ears, her core fluttering once again. Her folds ached, hypersensitive from constant arousal. The dream had reclaimed her every time she’d gone back to sleep after another shocked awakening from more bone-melting orgasms. She hadn’t had two straight hours of sleep all night as a result.