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maneuvered to her hands and knees, then pushed him down
on his back. “No.” Her chest heaved as she crawled on top of him, the hunger in
her eyes instantly hardening his dick. She bent down and nipped his throat with
her little fangs then smoothed out the pain with a swipe of her tongue. He
wondered about those fangs. Sempires didn’t have them so it must be a
leftover trait from her father. He was about to ask but her next words
obliterated all other thought.
    “Why’re you so delicious?” She breathed against his neck. “I
shouldn’t want you, desire you, but I do.” She licked her way down his chest,
his abdomen, to his dick.
    Damn, her touch inflamed him. She revved his desire. He was
thrilled she’d finally accepted his body, finally admitted she wanted him, that
the addiction was finally being broken, saving her life.
    A grunt escaped him as her feverish, wet mouth sucked the
head of his cock, swirling her tongue around it before swooping down, taking
every inch he had to offer. He tensed as she let go of his cock, a wet pop
sounding as he slipped out of her mouth. She stroked him with one hand as her
lips trailed a path to his balls. He tensed as he wondered if she planned to
fang him and suck him dry again.
    As if reading his mind, she looked up at him and smiled a
hungry smile. Releasing his ball, she crawled slowly up his body, positioning
herself over his dick. He ran his hands up and down her silky thighs as she
enveloped him, grinding against him, her juices coating his thighs and lower
abdomen.
    “Take me, Navine.”
    She raised up on her feet, in a squatting position over him,
his cock still inside her. She slammed down, again and again, her ass slapping
against his thighs. He’d have thought it impossible to come again so soon, but
this vixen was his fantasy come true.
    “Navine,” he said through labored breaths, “if you don’t
slow down—”
    “Come,” she practically growled at him. “I need it.”
    Her pussy gripped him tighter as she sped up her onslaught
on his cock. Her perky tits bounced, her black hair whipping around as she
impaled herself on him. What a beautiful sight to behold.
    He thumbed her clit with furious strokes wanting her to
explode with him. She groaned, eyes closing. “Faster,” she urged. He complied.
    She lost her rhythm as her body tensed, her nails digging
into his sides. The sudden contractions around his cock pushed him over the
edge as he thrust upward, hard. She cried out as her body shook and his seed
filled her.
    She ground her cunt against his cock a few more times before
falling forward on to his chest, her sweat covered body twitching, her
breathing ragged.
     
    Fin stroked her hair as her orgasm subsided and asked, “How
ya feeling?”
    She pulled back and gazed at him, a smile lighting up her
face. “Fantastic. It barely burns this time. It’s getting better.”
    He returned her smile, genuinely happy, elated. “I’m so glad
it’s working.”
    She laid her head back down on his chest. “I still can’t
believe it’s true but I feel it. I feel strong, nourished. I can feel that bastard’s
hold diminishing. It’s almost gone. I just know it.”
    “I’m sorry you had to go through…that.”
    She sighed. “Me too.” A loud rumble punctuated her
statement.
    “Did you just growl at me?” Fin joked.
    Navine’s delightfully embarrassed laugh floated through the
air, a magical sound. He’d heard so little of it from her and wanted to hear
more.
    “Um, I think I’m hungry.”
    Fin rolled her onto her back and kissed her cheek. “I’ll get
us a snack. We expended a lot of energy.”

Chapter Eight
     
    Fin sliced up some fruit and grabbed two beers. He couldn’t
remember the last time he’d felt so sexually sated and drained yet invigorated
and…happy. It seemed the rumor was true. Navine would live and she was no
longer treating him like a mutant.
    He didn’t delude himself into thinking she’d want to be his girlfriend but he