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Vulcan Honeymoon - Part 2
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Name: Bruce Guthrie #28 at 2900 (*Maxie's Toy (C-Calif. <Modesto>)
"Vulcan Honeymoon"
A Green Hell, Inc. production
Written June to July, 1990
Public Domain - Unlimited distribution permitted.
(Part 2 of 3)
T'Shaul awoke that morning first, and left the cabin quietly to
retrieve her clothing. She was careful to wrap an extra thick
blanket around herself to shield against what was, to her, a
rather cold morning. She found her clothes damp with the
intriguing occurence of dew, never seen on Vulcan. She laid the
clothes out flat on the small pier over the lake, calculating
that the sun would be hot enough to dry them out by noon. Then
she sat down to watch the coming dawn. Ethan was a late sleeper
and would not awaken for awhile, and the dawning of a small
yellow sun was very different then that of Vulcans red giant. She
found the difference fascinating.
The horizon slowly brightened and gained color as time passed.
Native birds cooed and chirped, and a few even gave some
half-hearted whistles. T'Shaul had found that Net'liree birds
were rather lazy about music but friendly and colorful. As the
sun rose slowly, its brilliant orange light filled the sky,
coloring the land in streams of photons. T'Shaul noted, with
slight surprise, that she was already feeling warmer. She gazed
at the orange disk, which was now shifting to a more golden hue,
her secondary eye-lids protecting herself from blindness.
But as the sun continued to climb and the daylight came, she
realized it couldn't be that hot already. Her skin was beginning
to itch from the blankets roughness so she dropped it from her
shoulders. Feeling momentarily cooler, she wondered if perhaps
she were catching some native illness, though they had both
received full inoculations. She felt her forehead and was
surprised to find it slightly damp with sweat. Standing up, the
blanket sliding down to rest at her feet, she considered going
into the lake. The water looked cool and refreshing, just what
she needed to sate this fire that was overtaking her... Then
T'Shaul gasped in realization, and probed Ethan through the Bond.
He was apparently still asleep, but he was having an especially
intense erotic dream. She knew he had been strongly aroused last
night but had not obtained release. Now his unfulfilled desires
worked their way out during sleep. With their Bonding, she had
learned about these dreams he had at times, for they had been one
of his few outlets during bouts of depression. He had been
ashamed to admit this to T'Shaul, but she found nothing offensive
about it. Their Bond was so strong and so close, though, that
Ethan's dream was affecting her even though she was awake and
outside. T'Shaul was breathing hard and pondered what to do, but
it was difficult to concentrate. Her skin was itching fiercly
now, prickling all over. Desperately, she picked up the blanket
and headed for the cabin.
She entered quietly and found Ethan in the bed on his stomach,
the sheets trundled about his feet. The cabin was still hot from
the large fire that he had built last night, now subsided to
glowing coals, and it was almost like being back on Vulcan.
T'Shaul could see that Ethan was sweating profusely as he tossed
about in his sleep. She didn't notice that a sheen of sweat was
slowly gathering on her own body.
T'Shaul hesitated by the bed, trying to figure out how she should
wake her husband, when he rolled over and sighed. She saw that
his penis had grown large and hard, the testicles drawn up to the
crotch. T'Shaul had yet to observe her husbands body closely, and
now she couldn't help but gaze at the male hardness, noting its
pattern of small veins under the skin, the dark, curly tufts of
hair growing around its base. The hair thinned to a line that
went across Ethan's stomach and to his chest, the curly growth
broadening outwards again. Vulcan men didn't have such hairy
chests and she was enthralled by Ethan's. She could see that he
didn't have great muscular definition, but his skin was smooth
and a healthy color. His face, unappealing to vain human women,
was full of character to T'Shaul. Her eyes traveled back down
along his body to his legs, which were thick and strong, and
covered with more hair. The legs shifted as Ethan groaned quietly
and T'Shaul twitched in empathy. His passion was surging and
overflowing into the Bond, making her heart beat faster. Her
mouth was dry as she slowly licked her lips automatically. The
cabin seemed to be getting hotter yet she knew intellectually
that it wasn't. The burning was coming from the Bond and Ethan's
raging erotic dream.
T'Shaul, standing by the bed, closed her eyes as she carefully
and with some difficulty slipped her mind into Ethan's dream. She
knew that whatever was in the dream, it was driving Ethan into a
state that beyond that of Ponn-Faar, and pulling her with it.
She had to clamp onto her control firmly once in the dream, for
it was intense and burningly erotic. In the dream Ethan and
T'Shaul were in the cabin, but it was strung with glowing red
lights and gauzy red curtains. A musky odor filled the dream
cabin. The dream couple were holding each other, caressing
themselves intimately. The dream version of T'Shaul was wanton as
a Vulcan woman is not, using human obscenities and sexual phrases
to entice the dream Ethan. Dream-T'Shaul urged him on as he
kissed and licked her neck. "Oooh, you're tongue is so hot."
Dream-T'Shaul cooed. "Suck my titties baby, please?"
"Of course," Dream-Ethan said, and cupped the breasts proffered
him. He sucked intensely at the nipples and Dream- T'Shaul moaned
low in her throat. "Oh yeah, that's it baby. Don't you love my
tits? I bet you'd love to fuck them with that hot cock of yours.
Oooh yeah, you're such a good tit-sucker!"
"I want you to suck me off," Dream-Ethan said, rubbing the
Vulcan's breasts roughly.
Dream-T'Shaul smiled wickedly then kneeled in front of
Dream-Ethan, pulling his hardness into her mouth. She clamped her
lips around the head and slowly slid them down the shaft until
the cock was deep in her throat. Then she sucked hard and dream-
Ethan groaned. "Oh yesss... suck it good you hot Vulcan bitch!
Uhhhnnn, you're so fucking GOOD!! Yeesss... oh yeah..." He
continued to mutter on as his hands stroked Dream-T'Shaul's black
hair as her head bobbed.
Suddenly she stopped and said "I need to fuck!"
"Yeah? How bad do you need to fuck, you Vulcan slut?"
"*This* bad!" And Dream-T'Shaul pushed Dream-Ethan over, sliding
herself over him before he could react. With a load moan she
lowered herself onto his prick. "Oh God! You're so big! Unnngh,
fuck! Fuck FUCK FUCK!!" Dream-T'Shaul started bouncing up and
down wildly, while Dream-Ethan grabbed her breasts and massaged
them. The dream couple was thrashing and moaning, yelling obscene
endearments at each other.
T'Shaul forced her way out of the dream suddenly, no longer able
to stand its intensity. She opened her eyes and saw that Ethan
had clamped his hand on his erection, stroking it slowly. He
muttered slightly and she could tell that he was still asleep but
not far away from conciousness. She wasn't sure how long she had
been in the dream, but it had seemed like hours.
Her chest heaving, T'Shaul stared at the human sexual organ as
Ethan stroked it. Its tip was damp with lubrication that oozed
from the slit and the whole shaft was red. Someone moaned loudly
and Ethan's eyes opened suddenly to find T'Shaul standing over
him by the bed, her arms clasped under her breasts. She had a
dazed expression on her face, focused on his hands... then he
realized that he had been masturbating. Embarrassing, shameful
fragments of the dream spun through his mind and he thought that
T'Shaul must surely be upset with him, but she wasn't *acting*
upset...
She glanced at him suddenly at his thoughts and her tongue darted
out to moisten dry lips. She moaned again and Ethan's eyes
widened as he felt the heat radiating from her through the Bond.
Suddenly, T'Shaul threw herself on top of Ethan, desperately
kissing him.
<I want you now!> she thought harshly. <I *must* have you!!> Her
lips were sucking on Ethan's and she copied his french kiss of
the previous night, tongue clumsily exploring his mouth. He
couldn't help himself from responding even though he protested.
<You shouldn't> he thought desperately, <I don't want you shaming
yourself...> Somehow, still slightly addled, he thought she was
forcing herself into this state, that she was doing something she
didn't want to. His dream! It had been so guttural.
"You foolish human," T'Shaul said, breaking their kiss, "you can
not shame me! You have aroused me too much!" Her eyes were
gleaming feverantly. "Do you not realize? Your dream, it brought
me here! It was your equivalent of Ponn-Faar!!" Ethan's eyes
widened at the realization. Then he grabbed T'Shaul and was
hungrily devouring her lips, then sucking his way down her chin
and across her neck to her breasts. Her slumbering passion had
been well and truly awakened and now it compelled his actions.
T'Shaul moaned as Ethan's tongue swirled around her hardened
nipples. His soft, flexible muscle was dancing across the tight,
rough flesh of each breasts tip, flicking and swirling as he
sucked gently. He used his teeth to carefully nibble on the nubs
and T'Shaul gasped each time, then pulled his body closer. "Oh
yes!!" she exclaimed, "Suck my tits!" Ethan started at this
exclamation. "Do not stop!" T'Shaul cried desperately.
"Sorry..." Ethan replied a bit sheepishly. "I'm not used to a
Vulcan talking... explicitly."
"I do not care!!" T'Shaul complained. "I just want you to suck my
tits!"
Ethan grinned, and then he noticed that his wife's hips were
twisting back and forth. "Hey," he said, "you don't need me to
suck your *tits*..." With that, he moved himself down to
T'Shaul's crotch. T'Shaul was moaning quietly as her hips
wriggled about, but she stopped when her husband pulled her legs
apart and placed his face just inches from her crotch. A strange
thrill shot down her spine but she suppressed the idea that he
would... no, he would not dare!
Ethan examined the puffy green lips of his wife's vagina. The
color was so different than the pink shadings of a human woman's,
it was somehow perversely exciting. Blood-engorged tissue
glistened with moisture while fine black hair like silk threads
surrounded the lips in a delicate frame. "Awwww, poor baby,"
Ethan said, "did I cause this?"
"Yes. Now please Ethan..." T'Shaul seemed slightly confused,
though she didn't stop wriggling slightly. He couldn't possibly
be intending to...
"It looks hot... Let's see if I can cool it down." Ethan breathed
carefully on the soaking patch of hair and skin. T'Shaul moaned
hard at the tickling breeze. "Well that didn't work. Maybe I can
cool it by licking."
"Licking?" T'Shaul's voice was small and trembling. "But that...
that would be..." She could barely suppress the lust that welled
up at what he suggested.
<Great fun,> Ethan thought. <Please darling. Let me pleasure
you.> There was silence only for a moment, and then T'Shaul
nodded, head shaking slightly.
Ethan could smell the muskiness of T'Shaul's lubricants. The odor
wasn't overly strong and had a tinge of something that he
couldn't identify. Something pleasant, like a flowers heavy
perfume. He breathed it in deeply as he used his tongue tip to
lick from the bottom of the glistening slit to the top. T'Shaul
started to moan the moment Ethan's tongue touched her heated
nether lips and the moan rose in pitch as the taster slid upward
until it reached the dark cap of flesh over her clitoris. He used
his fingers to pull it back and carefully sucked on the bud of
nerve endings.
"OH!" T'Shaul cried, her body quivering like a drop of water on a
fine wire.
<Like this, my love?> Ethan thought.
<Yes! I did not> "OOH!" <think that> "OH!!" <that this would
hap--> "OH YES!" T'Shaul thought that she had never felt such
pleasure before. Hot lines raced along her nerves and mind seemed
to be sinking into something warm.
<Well, you said you were my student.> Ethan swabbed his wife's
wattles, sucking in the moisture on them with great abandon. The
taste was different from the smell, almost nutty but with a
salty-sweet aftertaste. Delicious!
T'Shaul slowly undulated her hips as Ethan serviced her with his
mouth. She had never bothered to study human sexual practices;
she hadn't even paid much attention to the vulcan ones. Now she
was happy to be making up for the lost time as she moaned in
great abandon. She watched her husband as he maneuvered in her
crotch, hands massaging her thighs. It was intensely exciting to
see his tongue swirl about and feel the near ecstasy of it at the
same time. A slow coiling was growing in her stomach which she
realized was an approaching climax. It would be her first ever.
<Really?> Ethan thought, surprised.
T'Shaul, too distracted to concentrate on thinking, replied
"Yessss. Do that again, it felt OH! O H ! Yes! Oh I love you!"
She closed her eyes, but her hands sought out Ethan's head to
hold it gently. Waves of ecstatic love flowed through the bond
with the increased physical contact.
<Let's see how good your first one will be then!> Ethan pressed
his mouth against the wet pocket and stuck his tongue between the
lips, pushing it in as far as it would go. T'Shaul's hips began
bucking immediately as the tongue pulled out and slid back in,
over and over. Then she cried out again when Ethan swirled his
tongue around her swollen clitoris rapidly, ending with a hard
sucking on the button while flicking it with his tongue tip. The
sensual undulations of T'Shaul's body rapidly fell apart as she
felt the coiling becoming tighter and tighter.
"Inside me you-you probe and eat and drink me and I-I-I'm
going..." The sentence stuttered and died into silence for one
brief moment. <Oh darling beloved husband dearest I love you I
Love You!> "I LOVE YOU!!!" T'Shaul quivered violently, then
started thrashing as she came so hard she managed to rip the
mattress with her clenching hands. A single hair-raising moan
emerged from T'Shaul's throat, drawing out and out as her climax
pulsed through her every nerve. Ethan vibrated his tongue on the
pulsing clitoris as tremendous volumes of musky fluid poured out
of the slit below it, coating his chin. Only intense
concentration kept him from loosing his own control and spewing
semen all over the bed underneath him.
After several minutes, T'Shaul came down from her high. She was
gasping for breath, but managed to sigh happily. Ethan kissed her
stomach and she giggled. It felt good to giggle and she continued
to do so. Ethan smiled as his wifes happiness bubbled over to him
through the Bond. It made him feel joyful and proud to have
brought his wife such pleasure for her first time.
<That was wonderful.> T'Shaul thought as she kissed Ethan. She
didn't notice the slight tang of her own cum on his lips. <Now
we must consummate our love!>
<I'm afraid if I tried consumating right now, I wouldn't last
long enough to count for anything.> Ethan thought ruefully.
T'Shaul could feel now that Ethan was indeed very excited. His
libido was overworked from the double sensations of pleasure that
the Bond provided. He would need to ejaculate to relieve the
pressure, she calculated. Images from the dream suddenly lept
into her mind.
"Is my beloved's cock all swollen and hard?" T'Shaul said. Her
quiet, gentle voice uttering such explicit words made Ethan
start. She was learning that such "dirty talk" was very arousing
for him. And that meant it was arousing for herself as well.
Fortunately, she had learned quite a few from his dream!
T'Shaul moved herself into a kneeling position on the bed between
Ethan's legs, bending over his cock. His eyes grew wide when she
said, "What a beautiful hard cock my husband has." Her hair hung
in long strands over Ethan's pelvis as she looked down at the tip
of his prick. "And it has a purple head. I love purple." She
experimentally fondled the staff and Ethan groaned as soft,
careful fingers caressed his hot flesh. "Oh, it feels wonderful!
It is smooth and hot." Pre-cum leaked from the slit as T'Shaul
stroked the cock, describing the feeling.
"You certainly aaahh! learned the verbal part of human sex fast!
Mmmmm..."
"We are Bonded, my love. I know your dreams and you know mine."
T'Shaul leaned closer to Ethan's prick. "I watched your dream...
you wanted me to suck your cock." A drop of pre-cum spat out and
hit T'Shaul on the nose at the remark. She looked at Ethan,
seeing sweat run down his face, his eyes pleading. "And I do. I
want you to come. I want you to feel so good!"
"Do you, unhh, know what to do?" Ethan said, gritting his teeth.
"I grasp the basics," T'Shaul replied. "Do you object to my
practicing on you?"
"Practice. Please," Ethan breathed.
T'Shaul leaned forward and carefully licked from the cap of the
cock down the staff, leaving a streak of shiny saliva. The flavor
was almost tangy, a combination of sweat and something else.
Liking this taste, T'Shaul slid her tongue-tip up the underside
of the hardness and passed over the sensitive glans. Doing so
caused Ethan to moan and T'Shaul's crotch to suddenly flood anew.
She gasped in surprise at the surge of pleasure, spreading her
knees wider in automatic response. Eager now, she pursed her lips
and placed them on the head of the cock, then pushed it slowly
into her mouth, just as the dream-T'Shaul had. She pressed her
lips tightly to the sides of Ethan's cock as she slid it nearly
half-way in.
Ethan's hips pushed up, trying to thrust the rest of his cock
into the warm and wet place, but the head only banged against the
back of T'Shaul's mouth. T'Shaul supressed his humping with her
Vulcan strength, hands holding his hips firmly in place. Then she
began to suck as if she were using a very thin straw to try and
empty a huge container of water as quickly as possible.
"UOUUUHHHH!!" Ethan moaned, his eyes closing. "FUCK!! Oh God
baby, not so hard! Oooooohhh!! STOP STOP!" He was gasping and
panting, so T'Shaul let up the pressure.
<Wasn't that right?> she thought, her mouth too full to speak.
She looked at Ethan with concern. <Did I do it wrong?>
"Right?!" Ethan was nearly stunned, she realized. "T'Shaul, you
nearly sucked my balls out! Another couple of seconds and I
would've lost it." Ethan felt wonderful affection for the dark
haired maiden watching him, his hardness protruding from her
lips. His affection swirled with lust at her visage, giving his
wife a strange fluttering sensation in both her crotch and her
chest.
Ethan showed her some images of other techniques she could try.
T'Shaul learned quickly what actions provoked the greatest
pleasure. Licking the sensitive spot just between the head and
the stretched foreskin would always bring Ethan's climax closer
as well as making her crotch even more wet. Sucking a ball into
her mouth would illicit a gasp from Ethan. Suction on the head,
much milder than she had used before, gave them both glorious
tingles.
T'Shaul licked the cock from base to tip and down again, coating
it with saliva. She clamped her lips to the head and tickled it
with her tongue, then tried to stick the tip of her eager taster
into the small slit, but it wouldn't fit. So instead, she swirled
her tongue around the head, tracing the broken circle of tissue
around the base of the cock head. T'Shaul had bunched up the bed
sheets between her legs and now rhythmically squeezed her thighs
against them. Ethan was murmuring endearments to his wife as she
switched between licking the whole shaft and caressing the head
with her tongue.
"Ungh! Aaaaahhh... oh yeah right there... UNNNNGH!! oooh..."
Sweat was pouring from Ethan's body, soaking the matress cover.
His balls felt bulging and hard, almost stony.
<What a hard cock!> T'Shaul thought and a stab of mixed
pleasure-pride came from Ethan. <A hard, delicious cock!> She was
really getting into dirty talk, stoking her own fiery passion
with the strange human words. The sheets between her legs were
soaked thoroughly, the lubricants dampening her thighs. Ethan
could smell the musky, delicate odor which was filling the cabin.
<I can smell your pussy!> Ethan thought. <You're so hot and wet!>
<I am so hot for you!> T'Shaul replied. And it was true.
She pulled back for a moment to examine her handywork. Ethan's
prick was visibly straining, gleaming with saliva and pre-cum in
the morning light from the window. The shaft was a pleasant
bright red with a dark purple head that bobbed slightly with each
pulse of Ethan's rapidly beating heart. T'Shaul kissed the glans
and more pre-cum squirted out. She liked having this control over
her husband's body, his passion. She didn't want it to end too
soon. Now maybe it was time for her to play a little game.
"Are you ready to come?" she asked huskily.
"Yes!" The reply was frantic.
"Are you sure?"
Ethan stared at her. "YES!"
"Maybe you would like some water, it must be hot for you. Or
maybe a swim in the lake?" T'Shaul's tone was almost off-hand.
"Damn it, I should never have taught you how to tease," Ethan
complained, realizing his wifes intentions.
"Too late, my love." T'Shaul replied, a triumphant expression on
her face.
Ethan groaned and shoved his raging need for climax into
T'Shaul's mind. The Bond had been echoing the physical sensations
all along, but not this fully or intensely. Now T'Shaul moaned,
her head falling forward to rest on Ethan's leg, as her hips
flexed hard and little gasps escaped from her lips. "Oh oh ooh...
Oh stop, oh, oh stop please oh..." T'Shaul felt like steel bands
were wrapped around her--testicles?--which strained to burst. She
nearly emptied her bladder. She couldn't hold herself up as
Ethan's throbbing need filled her and she whimpered for it to
stop. Ethan relented and she raised her head to look at him. "Oh
Ethan..." she breathed. Her whole crotch was throbbing and her
pussy felt like it had had boiling water poured over it.
"Just make me come," Ethan said, "please... it's starting to
hurt..." He was breathing hard and swallowing constantly. His
eyes pleaded to his wife.
T'Shaul immediately stopped practicing the game of teasing. She
let her mouth fill with saliva, then slid Ethan's cock into the
oral cavity, her lips sliding along the veins of the shaft. She
began to bob her head, the tip of the cock sliding in as far as
it would go then out. "Unh! Oh God!! Uuuhhh!" Ethan was gasping
and thrusting his hips to meet T'Shaul's hot mouth as she bobbed
her head faster, moaning as Ethan's climax built through the
Bond, making her crotch itch. She was moaning harder and her head
was starting to shake as she slid her mouth ever faster over
Ethan's prick.
"T'Shaul," Ethan gasped, barely able to talk, "use your hand! Or
I-I-I'll UUUNNNGH!" Ethan almost whimpered. He knew he could
never hold back against this onslaught. He desperately wanted to
pull himself out of T'Shaul's mouth before he came, but she was
holding his body tightly in place with her superior Vulcan
strength. T'Shaul felt her husband's balls tightening and
starting to jerk as he was about to come, so she left just the
cock head in her mouth. Then she used her hand to jerk on the
rest of wet shaft as she flicked the sensitive glans in a frenzy.
"WAIT! NOOOO!!" Ethan cried, but it was too late. His back arched
up as he yelled, then his cock jerked violently and hot sticky
fluid flooded T'Shaul's mouth. She vaguely tasted the semen but
was overwhelmed by Ethan's intense climax setting her off. The
Bond made it seem almost like she had a cock and it was spurting
hard into a warm and pleasant cavity. She couldn't help herself
as she flung her head back and yelled incoherently, unswallowed
semen dribbling out of her mouth as she trembled in the throes of
ecstasy. Ethan's cock spurted cum onto her neck and chest several
times and then stopped. T'Shaul groaned desperately, then bent
close as she grabbed her husbands prick and pumped out more
semen. It jetted onto her narrow features, but she didn't care.
She closed her eyes and shuddered with their shared climax. With
each stream of semen, Ethan felt like someone was yanking a hot
wire out of his uretha. They were both coming intensely, pleasure
feeding back through the Bond in a seemingly endless cycle.
Slowly the couple recovered from their orgasm, gasping and
panting. T'Shaul slowly pumped her hand along Ethan's cock and a
few more drops of semen oozed out. She licked them off, now able
to concentrate on the flavor. It was thick and salty, but
definitely appealing. And it seemed that something in the semen
reacted with her vulcan skin or sweat, making her flesh tingle in
a strange, soothing fashion.
"I'm sorry T'Shaul, I couldn't help myself..." Ethan was ashamed
of the mess he had made of his wife. Her black hair was damp with
sweat, which speckled her forehead. Her face had cum spattered
all over it, dripping from her nose and mouth in gobs, and more
semen dripped down her neck over her breasts. Her hand was sticky
with the white fluid, which she was carefully licking off. Ethan
felt like crying for what he had done. "I didn't want to shame
you..." he said miserably, then stared as he realized his wife
was eagerly eating his semen. "You... you like it?" he asked
incredulously.
"Yes," T'Shaul said. "It makes my skin tingle." She licked her
fingers carefully, as if she were sampling some vegetable dip.
"And it has a unique flavor. Different then anything else."
"But..." Ethan was confused. This was his wife! Not some common
prostitute that he would pay to relieve his frustrations.
<Nothing you do can shame me, my love.> T'Shaul's thought was
quiet. <And I want you to experience as much pleasure as you gave
me. I wanted this.> Ethan's self-disgust died away.
T'Shaul rubbed the semen across her chest, caressing it in.
<This feels marvelous.> The tingling settled into her hot skin
and made it nearly glow. Ethan's cock had begun to soften but now
it was pulsing hard again at the sight of the young Vulcan maiden
using his cum as an ointment. His passion was far from exhausted
and now it surged anew. T'Shaul sighed, her eyes fluttering
closed, as warmth spread through her stomach and then into her
groin.
"Oooh..." She opened her eyes and stared into Ethan's own. They
were gleaming with hunger but the glow of love was just as
strong. She unfolded herself to rest her body on his, and
whispered "I love thee, thou who art my husband." She spoke in
Vulcan, but Ethan understood every word. "Let us mate."
"Oh we will," Ethan whispered back. "But not until we clean up.
I'm not going to have your first time be something sleazy."
T'Shaul nearly argued against this, for her blood was burning
with unrelenting need, but she felt the importance Ethan held for
his wish, so she agreed.
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