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She moans as she lets go of me, instead reaching around me to hold on to the flexing muscles of my rear as I push myself between the glorious pressure of her globes. When I feel that pressure building in my spine, I slow down, not wanting it to be over, especially not before I make her cry out her bliss.

In one swift movement, I lift her, moving both of us into the deeper pocket of water, the shock of the cool water enough to help keep me under control. I quickly wash myself, using some of the grit from the stream bed to scrub off my sweat, then take my time washing her.

Her moans start up again as I massage her scalp, which become louder as I knead her hips, breasts, and the inner parts of her thighs, then I lift us just as swiftly out of the water as I took us into it, eager to have my head between them.

I lay her gently on the long grass, but she repositions herself right away. "No, it's my turn this time."

I'm not sure what she means, but I let her push me down, although I'm not quite sure I could resist her.

When her tongue strokes its way up the length of me, all other thoughts drop away. When the wet heat of her mouth covers me and tugs me as she moans, I lose control of my limbs. She can do anything she wants to me, I'd welcome it.

She somehow situates herself so her large breasts are around me again. Only this time her mouth is sucking on my tip, pulling my already weeping seed from me and opening her mouth to let it flow between her breasts.

Soon after, she repositions herself so she can better rub herself along me. All the while, the weight of her breasts hitting my tightened testicles by the end of each stroke.

I want her to go on like this forever, but I can't hold out much longer.

"That feels so good, Kuret," she moans and I almost lose control.

Before I do, I grab on to her waist. Pushing her up so her wet heat is lined up to take me, I pull her down onto me as my hips thrust upward. She throws her head back, crying out, her long white hair leaving wet trails along my thighs as I pump up into her.

"You take me so well," I hiss out, my eyes following the bouncing movements of her nipples.

My fingers dig into her soft waist as my eyes dip down to where our bodies meet, my dark skin disappearing into her lighter brown flesh. Two more thrusts into her and the sight of it is too much for me. I'm fighting to keep control, slowing us down when she cries out and her muscles contract around me.

It tips me over the edge and I let out an undulating war cry as I release inside of her.

When I come back to myself she is laying on my chest, her body still wrapped around me and we are both panting.

She lets out a laugh. "I read about thatonline. You really can learn anything on theinternet."

I am not sure what she's talking about,. It's been quite a journey for both of us and soon she goes limp on top of me, her breathing letting me know she's sleeping.

I listen carefully to the sounds of theforest, but can't detect any dangers, thankfully. Too exhausted to stay awake, I wrap my arms around Nasrin and drift off to sleep.

37

Rin

When I wake up, it's still dark. The light from Kuret's chest is comforting, as is the warmth of his body, but the back part of my body is cold.

I turn my head away from him, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness so I can see the sky clearly, but a faint glow lingers.

I blink, trying to clear my vision. His markings have never been bright enough to affect my sight—at least, not until now. Especially since my night vision has improved so much since my eyes turned fully black. When I move my hands up to rub my eyes, I notice the same green glow I get when I am near Kuret.

A surge of awareness goes through me. I've changed again.

With a poke to Kuret's rippled side I finish waking him. He grunts, stirring to life faster. "What is it?" he grouses at me.

"What's on my face, Kuret?"

His eyes fly open, his upper body partly rising before he freezes. Then one of his deadly looking smiles spread across his face. "Nasrin, my Nasrin. They look beautiful."

"So I really do have your marks?"

He nods as he wipes a hand across the top of his other one. "On your cheeks, yes, though the color is not quite the same. It's fascinating."

"How do you ignore the light from them so you can see?"

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