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  “I do not think it will be a problem,” Stav protested hoarsely. “We can continue if you want me to heal the scratches on your other breast.”

  “I do but I don’t want to ruin your clothes. Here—I have an idea. What if we just pulled these down?”

  She was already tugging at the waistband of his sleep trousers as she spoke and before Stav could stop her, she had them down to his thighs and his hard shaft had sprung free.

  “Charlotte,” he growled. “I do not think this ‘idea’ of yours is a very good one.”

  “Why?” She blinked at him innocently. “This way your clothes won’t get ruined if I accidentally brush against you again.”

  “Don’t you think this is a lot more than ‘friendly?” Stav demanded, raising an eyebrow at her. Not that he didn’t enjoy the feeling of her lush body against his but this was stressing his self control to the limit.

  “Well, friendship is overrated,” Charlotte said, smiling a little. “But if it makes you feel better, I promise not to take off my panties.”

  “Well…”

  “Please, Stav? Look, even though your trousers are down, it’s not like we’ll be rubbing against each other without clothes on. Let me show you.”

  Before he could stop her, Charlotte lowered herself down onto him again so that her open pussy lips cradled his hard shaft. Stav groaned at the erotic sight of her little cunt spreading open to receive him beneath the flimsy barrier of the transparent black panties.

  “See?” she panted. “We’re not really touching much at all and this way you can heal me without me making a mess of your clothes.”

  Stav knew he ought to say no—ought to push her off his lap and tell her to get out. Every minute he was getting closer to bonding her, to doing what he had sworn he would never do. And yet somehow, he couldn’t stop.

  I’ll just heal her other breast and then I’ll send her away, he promised himself. And that’s all—I’m just going to heal her. Nothing else!

  With this justification in mind, he pulled her forward with a low groan and sucked her other tight, sensitive peak into his mouth.

  Charlotte moaned and writhed against him, pressing down hard and rubbing up and down the length of his aching cock as he nursed her tight peak.

  “God, Stav,” she gasped, rolling her hips in a rhythm that made him half crazy with lust. “Feels so good when you heal me!”

  It felt good to Stav too, and not just because he was thrusting up against her, joining the forbidden dance she had started. He could also feel her pleasure more strongly than ever before. The sharp little sparks that started in her wet inner pussy and sensitive clit as he rubbed against her… the throbbing need at her channel as she ached to be filled…the tight way her pussy entrance contracted as just the head of his cock slipped briefly into her…

  Wait a minute!

  He drew back quickly, letting her nipple slip from between his lips. Looking down he realized that his shaft had somehow slipped inside the wet material of her panties. The broad head of his cock was spearing into her entrance, almost completely inside her. He started to pull out but Charlotte stopped him with a hand on his arm.

  “Wait!” She was panting, her eyes half-lidded with need.

  “What is it?” Stavros growled. “We should stop, Charlotte and you know it.”

  “But the scratches aren’t healing—not completely,” she pointed out. “And if you have healing compounds in your essence, don’t you have them in your, uh, other fluids too?”

  “What are you asking me?” he demanded. “If you’re asking me to bite you or you are wanting to bite me—” Gods, just the thought of sinking his fangs into her willing flesh while he filled her pussy below made him hard enough to fuck through a brick wall. But he knew he couldn’t do that.

  “No biting,” she said quickly. “I was just thinking…” She shifted slightly. “Look this is hard on my thighs. Do you mind if I readjust?”

  Before he could answer, she had settled more completely into him and the head and several inches of his cock had slipped into her tight little pussy. Stavros struggled not to groan at the erotic sight and the hot, wet feel of her inner cunt grasping him like a velvet glove.

  “Charlotte…” he said warningly. He knew he ought to pull away, to pull out…but it felt so good he couldn’t help himself. He had just enough self control left to keep from thrusting his entire cock deep in her tight little pussy but not enough to make himself pull out.

  “There, that’s better.” She sighed contentedly and smiled at him, as if he wasn’t halfway buried in her spread cunt. “Anyway, as I was saying, maybe you could try healing me from the inside out.”

  Stavros raised eye eyebrow at her.

  “Are you asking me to do what I think you’re asking me to do?”

  “If you think I’m asking you to come inside me and heal me that way then yes, I am.” Charlotte gave him a naughty little grin. “C’mon, Stav—it’s not like you haven’t done it before. Remember splitting the pillar? God, you came inside me so hard. You really filled me up.”

  Her hot words and the even hotter memories they invoked made him want to turn her over on her back, spread her thighs, and thrust hard and long into her tight little pussy. But somehow he restrained himself.

  “I thought we were just supposed to be friends,” he growled. “Friends don’t usually fuck each other, Charlotte.”

  “No, but friends help each other and you’d be helping me—you’d be healing me,” she protested, wriggling her hips a little so that another inch or two of his shaft slid into her tight channel. If she thought he didn’t notice, she was wrong, Stav thought dryly. She was incredibly wet and hot wrapped around his aching shaft and yet he knew he shouldn’t do what she was asking.

  “Charlotte,” he said seriously. “If you’re trying to make me bond you to me…”

  “You already said you didn’t want to do that,” she said hastily. “And no biting, either. You made that very clear. Just healing—just a little healing sex between friends. There’s nothing wrong with that, right? In fact, I have an idea…”

  “Another idea?” Stav said dryly. “You’re full of them tonight.”

  “No, but I’m nearly full of you.” She gave him another naughty smile and pressed a little closer so that almost all of his cock was thrust into her tight, wet pussy. Stavros couldn’t hold back a groan at the intense sensation of having her squeeze him so intimately. And the pleasure he felt coming from her as he stretched her pussy open with his cock was incredible and addictive. So it was with considerable disappointment that he watched when she suddenly withdrew, letting his cock slide out of her pussy, his shaft shiny and coated with her juices.

  “What do you have in mind?” he asked though he really wanted to demand why she was stopping.

  “Just this.” Rising, she turned with her back to him and got on her hands and knees. He nearly groaned aloud at the sweet sight of her luscious full hips and ass framing her hot wet pussy lips. “Go on, Stavros,” she murmured, looking over her shoulder at him. “Take me from behind. That way when I’m down here and you’re up there, you can’t reach me to bite me—even if you wanted to. You can just fuck me and fill me with your cum and heal me. Would that be okay?”

  Hell no, it wouldn’t be okay. I shouldn’t even be considering it! he wanted to say. But her full hips were twitching seductively and as he watched, he could see her thighs spreading wider, showing him the slippery pink interior of her pussy. Looking down at his shaft, he could see he was still slippery with her honey. It was true what she said—they had done this before. It wasn’t like it was the first time.

  Except this time she’s asking me to actually fuck her. Not just put my shaft in her and fill her with my seed, but fuck her.

  The thought of being able to thrust into her again and again, to be close to her at least once more, even if only for a little while, was more than he could stand.

  “All right,” he said hoarsely. “But no biting and no b