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then the other, causing them to lengthen and grow pinker. Evangeline gasped as pinpoints of sensation streaked through her breasts. She watched as if in a dream as his long fingers worked quickly and efficiently, tying the thin strips of leather around 230
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    first one nipple and then the other. The pressure was so intense she moaned out loud again before pressing her lips tight together. When the little knots were secure Raven gently slapped her breasts, one with each hand. He increased the pressure until the slaps stung especially across her nipples.
    “My lord!” she cried.
    “Hush, my dear.” He smiled. “Are you becoming aroused again?”
    “Yes,” she murmured.
    “Good, because I am going to drive you to the brink once more.”
    He laughed, baring his teeth, his eyes crinkling with mirth. “And then over the edge.”
    Raven climbed off and rolled her onto her belly, increasing tenfold the tightness in her nipples as her breasts squashed into the mattress. Sitting on the bed beside her he patted her buttocks.
    Evangeline looked over her shoulder in time to see his head descend.
    The shock of feeling his face pressed into her bottom, his lips pushing into her cleft, was compounded by the intense arousal that surged through her. Her buttocks were on fire. The leather strips around her nipples felt as if someone was pulling on them, tightening them.
    Raven’s tongue slid slowly out and probed between her buttocks.
    Evangeline moaned, both horrified and thrilled. He dipped his head until she felt his face against her thighs and then, very slowly he licked from the very bottom of her cleft to the top. Her bottom felt as if it was on fire. All her focus was on her backside and nipples.
    Though only her hands were tied and Raven in no other way restrained her she felt quite unable to move. Both shock and weakness held her in thrall. Raven repeated the procedure but this time deeper, pushing his face between her buttocks to lick deeply, his tongue everywhere at once.
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    made contact with her rose her body went rigid with shock and a fiery sensation which brought her once more to the very pinnacle of crisis.
    Raven began a strong circular pressure on her rose with his tongue.
    Around and around he played, while her buttocks contracted and released against her will. She no longer had any control at all, but lay engulfed in the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced. It seemed to go on and on, never ceasing, always building. She was lost in the moment, unable to think or control the moans that issued from her trembling body.
    Even when it ceased it was as if Raven’s tongue continued his work. When Evangeline felt him lay flat on top of her she wondered at his motive and why he had stopped. She wanted his tongue to caress her rose again.
    Shock shot through her muscles when she felt the tip of his cock push against her burning portal. “No!” she cried, expecting intense pain. But there was no pain, only a heavy pressure. Raven rose up on his elbows and began to push. The muscle of her anus, soft and pliable now that it was aroused, gave way. Raven pushed his thick cock inside her. The breach was relentless and she stilled her body to focus on the long, slow pressure of his entry. At last he paused.
    Evangeline felt her rear filled to bursting.
    Then he thrust. The climax that overtook her body was instant. A crisis of such magnitude coursed through her that her body shook. Yet even in her spasms Evangeline knew she should not cry out and bit down hard into the feather pillow. She pulled at her fetters wanting to flail her arms, but could not release herself. The pressure in her nipples increased until they burned. Her buttocks blazed with heat.
    The climax began deep inside her rear and snaked up through her belly to her breasts.
    Evangeline was still gasping from the last creeping tendrils of pleasure when Raven thrust again, hard, several times, and moaned deeply inside his chest. Evangeline felt a hot liquid warmth shoot deep inside her. “Gods!” he gasped, falling on her back.

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    For a long time Raven lay heavily, but not uncomfortably, on her back. Every now and then he kissed her cheek or