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Copyright Elaine BarbieriDance of the Flame
by Elaine Barbieri

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Black hair gleaming in the limited light, dark eyes half-lidded, Kiray approached him slowly as the music filtering into the room swelled. Her lushly familiar curves concealed only by a glittering gossamer veil, a single jewel sparkling at her throat, Kiray raised her hands gracefully over her head, her rounded breasts boldly displayed as she began swaying sinuously to the throbbing rhythm. Tiny bells on her fingers and ankles punctuated the erotic movements of her dance as she writhed and twisted around him with mesmerizing gyrations. The tempo of the music mounted as it became increasingly savage and taunting.

A familiar heat surged as he observed the carnal witch's dance with increasing fascination, and Filnor felt his blood rise to a slow pounding. The ache in his groin increasing despite himself, he attempted once, twice, to capture Kiray only to have her whirl from his grasp.

Filnor tensed, his frustration turning rapidly to anger. So, the whore has had her fill and now thought to tease him, to torment him, to taunt him past restraint -- to make him squirm!

When he failed to capture her a third time, Filnor was possessed of a sudden rage. Did the bitch now think she controlled him so well that she could make him beg for her favors?

Nay, that would never be!

Catching Kiray's arm in a vicious grip, Filnor heard her pained grunt as he tossed her roughly to the floor. Lust and fury savagely mingling, he ripped away her fluttering veil, his expression feral as he stripped away his leather leggins and threw himself upon her.

Kiray's cry of protest as he plunged roughly within her exulted him, and he laughed aloud. Yea, this was the satisfaction that had been left wanting!

Plunging again and again, Filnor was aware of the exact moment Kiray's protest turned to passion, when she began rising to his thrusts, and he cursed viciously at the loss of a gratification only barbarity allowed. Driving deeper, harder, he heard Kiray's growing complaints, her increasing moans, her cries of pain.

Passion soared.

He -- Filnor -- was master!

Lust erupting in a guttural shout, Filnor shuddered with a soaring gratification all the more powerful for the violence that had accompanied it. Collapsing upon Kiray at last, Filnor noted after long moments that her body shook with sobs.

 

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