countess hiding? Her bedroom experiments were getting more and more bizarre. Overwhelmed by her curiosity, she neared the bed and reached for the scarf, trying to determine what method kept it afloat. She grabbed the scarf and was shocked to feel w armed flesh under her fingertips. The scarf was not suspended in mid-air; it was lying on top of someone, someone who was invisible. No doubt she was hallucinating; the stress of living with Nefertiti was causing her to lose her mind. She spread her hand wide and began an exploration. What was she touching, anyway? She made out the indention of a belly button and felt stomach muscles clenching under her hand. What she was touching certainly had the feel of a naked man, but invisible naked males did not exist. The skin felt warm to her touch and she sensed slight movement, suggesting living flesh. She leaned down and rested her face against the skin. It felt hard and muscular . She closed her eyes and inhaled a musky male scent, but there was something about it that seemed strangely foreign and unfamiliar. Immediately after that idea entered her head, she dismissed it as being fanciful. It wasn’t like she ever got close enough to the harem males to know what they tended to smell like . She opened her eyes and still saw no visual evidence of a person lying beneath her. What was she supposed to believe, her eyes or her nose? Her senses were giving her conflicting information. She tentatively investigated the mysterious area with her tongue, licking slowly. It tasted flesh-like, although it had been quite some time since she had actually tasted bare skin, so she had little to compare it to. She heard a f a int sound of an indrawn breath, which startled her. If she didn’t know any better, she would think she was touching a real man. Since it had no visible form, she wondered if it was a spirit being or a ghost. That explanation seemed unlikely, as spirits and ghosts would not feel so solid. Moving farther with her hand , she encountered a hardened velvety ridge of flesh . She knew what that was; it was unmistakably the most masculine part of a male. S he snatched her hand away and stared at the bed. The scarf was now in her hand and the bed appeared to be empty. No sign of a naked male on the bed, so why had she felt one?
Drest had been molested twice in one day. This time the perpetrator was Eden Avenal , who had been the focus of his lust for two days . She probably did not even know what she was doing, as she appeared quite young and innocent. That would probably change in the future, as the longer she stayed under Nefertiti’s con trol, the more warped she would become. He wouldn’t mind her touching him under different circumstances, but after what he had just been through, he wasn’t in the mood. Unfortunately, the lower part of his anatomy wasn’t listening to his brain at the moment. No, that part of him seemed ready for action regardless of the impracticality of it. He watched her, seeing the confusion and indecision on her face. She was beautiful, so different from her half-sister Nefertiti. He was surprised when she removed her robe , leaving her clad in a thin white linen undergarment that reached her mid-thigh. The low scooped neckline revealed much of her breasts, and what was not revealed was hardly concealed by the thin fabric. Perhaps he misjudged her and she was not as sweet and innocent as she appeared. Seconds later, she flung the robe on the bed and it covered part of his body. She then stared at him some more, and with much concentration, she tugged the robe tighter around his body. As she studied the bed, he imagined how he must look to her. He would appear solid wherever cloth touched his flesh. He would look like a man from the chest to the legs, but he would appear to have no head or shoulders or feet. The expression on her beautiful face reflected her confusion. S he placed both hands on the robe and pressed them against his body . Sh e explored
Drest had been molested twice in one day. This time the perpetrator was Eden Avenal , who had been the focus of his lust for two days . She probably did not even know what she was doing, as she appeared quite young and innocent. That would probably change in the future, as the longer she stayed under Nefertiti’s con trol, the more warped she would become. He wouldn’t mind her touching him under different circumstances, but after what he had just been through, he wasn’t in the mood. Unfortunately, the lower part of his anatomy wasn’t listening to his brain at the moment. No, that part of him seemed ready for action regardless of the impracticality of it. He watched her, seeing the confusion and indecision on her face. She was beautiful, so different from her half-sister Nefertiti. He was surprised when she removed her robe , leaving her clad in a thin white linen undergarment that reached her mid-thigh. The low scooped neckline revealed much of her breasts, and what was not revealed was hardly concealed by the thin fabric. Perhaps he misjudged her and she was not as sweet and innocent as she appeared. Seconds later, she flung the robe on the bed and it covered part of his body. She then stared at him some more, and with much concentration, she tugged the robe tighter around his body. As she studied the bed, he imagined how he must look to her. He would appear solid wherever cloth touched his flesh. He would look like a man from the chest to the legs, but he would appear to have no head or shoulders or feet. The expression on her beautiful face reflected her confusion. S he placed both hands on the robe and pressed them against his body . Sh e explored
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