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large fur rug in the middle of the floor with
    several multicolored pillows strewn all around. He watched her with
    interest as she took in the room's décor. The room itself was dimly lit.
    There were no windows or even doors.
    The only light came from two sconces, one high above the back
    wall and another to their left holding two blazing torches. Three large
    red, yellow, and white potted rose bushes sat in three corners of the
    room. Vines grew from the plants spiraling up the walls. Roses grew
    down from the vines in every direction.

    * * * *
Elsie wondered how Lord Dontaleone had managed to get the rose
    bushes to branch out in such an intricate manor, but she had already
    witnessed his powers at work and decided it must be more of his
    magic.

    18

    The scent of roses filled the room. Elise turned her attention back
    to the lush pile of pillows and wondered if the Lord would be making
    love to her on it. She shuddered. A sudden gush of heat pooled
    between her legs and her body thrummed with pleasant vibrations.
    A dark chuckle in her ear paralyzed her to her spot. His hot breath
    scorched her skin, causing the hairs on the nape of her neck to rise.
    Her breasts became heavy and her pink nipples tightened into hard
    points. Her pussy responded to his deep resonating voice, swelling
    and contracting a few times.
    She trembled and breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling
    heavily, as if she was unable to get enough air in her lungs.
    "I need you Elise. Tell me did you enjoy your trip to Darkhaven ...
    to me."
    Her knees went weak. He seemed to sense her dismay, and one of
    his arms came around her slender waist to support her. He pressed her
    firmly against his front and she could feel every solid contour of his
    muscled chest against her upper back. Aware of her nakedness, she
    squirmed with embarrassment, letting a small whimper escape her
    lips. "M-my Lord I don't understand, the trip," she had barely
    whispered her response when the memories of her shameless actions
    inside the funnel, replayed vividly in her mind. Oh God! It was him?
    He had created the funnel. He laughed softly in her ear. "Of course
    my dear who else could it have been, hmm? I can do a great many
    things Elise. Even love you without physically touching you, I can
    make your body feel pleasure that no mortal could ever imagined
    possible."
    His lips brushed the sensitive skin just under her right ear. She
    closed her eyes at the pleasant vibrations it sent down her spine.
    Without warning, he lifted her up into his arms and placed her on
    the furred throw and pillows in the center of the room. She kneeled
    facing away from him.
    Elise reached out and touched the marvelous material. It's soft,
    smooth surface felt exquisite on her skin. Leaning forward she placed
    her cheek on one of the pillows and inhaled deeply of the clean rose
    scented fabric.

    19

    Damien slowly walked around her, watching her movements before
    coming to stand directly in front of her.
    She noticed that he had changed his clothing and now wore a loose
    white shirt opened almost all the way to his navel, exposing an
    expanse of tanned skin and taut muscles. It made her mouth salivate
    just looking at the perfection of his smooth skin and toned abdomen.
    The large bulge pressed tightly against the front of his breaches
    grabbed her attention and her pulse quickened. Arousal swirled in her
    lower abdomen sending tiny throbbing tingles downward. Her cunt
    swelled open. The silk pillows touched her clit and she spread her
    legs a little wider, sinking her bottom down so that her aroused pussy
    lay against the cool silk.
    She should be mortified, sitting in such a scandalous position.
    However, she only felt raw lust, desire, and need. Elise wondered if
    Lord Dontaleone had put her under some type of sensual spell.
    Never in her life would she have though to behave in such a
    whorish manor, especially in this way. Instead of screaming her
    outrage, she panted, trembling, and