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  She melted against him.

  "Nyte, I want you to prove it the other way now."

  His brilliant smile dazzled her. "My pleasure."

  Slowly, he rolled the hem of her sweater up over her torso, freeing her breasts, then tugged it over her head. She fumbled with his belt, then slid his zipper down. She stroked inside, thrilled at the feel of his briefs beneath her fingers, but even more thrilled at the feel of the large package steadily stretching the fabric to its limits. She dropped his pants to the floor, then drew his huge penis from its plush encasement. Nyte unhooked her bra as she stroked his shaft with her fingers. She sat down on the couch, placing his lovely erection at eye level, and wrapped one hand around him, then cupped his testicles in her other hand. He stroked her shoulders and back as she circled her lips around him and laved the head of his penis with her tongue. He sucked in a breath at her tender treatment.

  "Lucinda, I love what you’re doing, but I want to pleasure you, too."

  He eased her back onto the couch and stripped off her jeans, then her lacy panties. He climbed over her, his erection over her face and his face over her sex. He leaned forward and treated her damp slit to a tender stroke of his fingers. She opened her legs in eager anticipation. As his tongue nudged her clit, she grasped his rod in both hands and swallowed as much as she could, squeezing it between the roof of her mouth and her tongue. He licked and squeezed her bud between his lips, then dabbed in a steady rhythm. The sensations shot through her in a continuous stream of jolting delight. She sucked on him, trying desperately to concentrate, but failing miserably. How could she pay attention to him when he was distracting her with so much pleasure?

  His cock twitched in her hands. His long, thick, beautiful, pleasure-rendering cock. She licked it like a popsicle, then drew it deep into her mouth then glided off the end again. His tongued continued to lave her clit, then she felt his finger slide inside her and he stroked the inside of her vagina. She sucked on him, then swirled her lips around the shaft, right under the head, lapping her tongue over the tip. He exhaled sharply, sending a chill through her as his breath whooshed across her clit.

  As he stroked inside her vagina, she felt a pleasure storm building inside her. Relaxing the muscles of her throat and opening wide, she took his whole penis inside. The pleasure storm built into a wild tornado, spiraling through her vagina in a steadily increasing cataclysm of bliss. He sucked on her clit, then nudged it in a rapid rhythm. She slid her mouth up and down on his cock, trying to match his rhythm.

  A cry rumbled through her throat as the pleasure washed over her in tumultuous waves. Her hands tightened around the base of his erection and she slipped to the end of his penis, only the head within her mouth. She tapped her tongue under the head. He continued to stroke her inside and dab at her clit as his balls tightened. She felt warm liquid spurt into her mouth just as liquid heat melted from her insides as the overwhelming pleasure drove her to a powerful orgasm.

  As ecstasy subsided, leaving her in a deep glow of satisfaction, she slumped back on the couch.

  "That was incredible." She stroked his still rigid member, concerned she’d lost attention too soon. "Is everything good with you?"

  "Good doesn’t begin to describe it." He climbed to his feet, then shifted her to a sitting position. He pressed her knees apart and knelt before her.

  He hooked one hand around the nape of her neck and drew her forward for a kiss. His tongue plunged deep into her mouth and suddenly she felt his cock plunge deep inside her still slick opening.

  The sudden feeling of his rigid length penetrating her, thrusting into her wet, slick vagina, sent her into immediate orgasm. She clutched him close to her body and rode the wave as he thrust into her again and again. As ecstasy blinked around her like a million twinkling stars, he slowed his pace, allowing her to draw in much needed air, but only for a minute, then he thrust sharply again, zinging her into yet another orgasm. When she flopped against him, he stroked her breast, the nipple peaking into his hand, then he squeezed the nub between his thumb and index finger. She gasped and churned into him at the exciting jolt it triggered between her legs. He tweaked again, then slowly and deliberately propelled his rock-hard cock into her. An orgasm swept her away again. As it started to ebb, he grasped her buttocks and drove into her deep and hard and she started to scream as the biggest, most forceful orgasm she’d ever experienced stormed through her. The intensity of the pleasure overwhelmed her and, with a smile on her face, she lost consciousness.

  She felt a hand patting her cheek,

  "Lucinda?"

  She opened her eyes to Nyte staring down at her, his eyes filled with concern.

  "My, God, Nyte. That was incredible."

  He smiled. "You’re incredible."

  She sat up and realized a warm, red fleece robe now covered her body. He wore a matching one.

  "I thought you might be cold." Nyte hugged her close.

  When they finally parted, she said, "Nyte, I love you."

  His eyes softened and he stared at her with such intense tenderness she felt tears prickle at her eyes. He drew her close and cradled her head against his chest. "I’m glad you’ve finally stopped fighting it." He nuzzled her ear. "So, you didn’t answer my question. Is your answer yes?"

  He had proposed. Growing happiness spiraled through her. She drew back from him, deciding he deserved a little teasing in return for his playing dumb earlier.

  "Well...."

  He arched an eyebrow. "You have to think it over?"

  "There are a lot of complications, you know. I mean, one part of me is intrigued by the idea of being Rand’s stepmother, but the thought of my rotten cat as a brother-in-law is giving me second thoughts."

  Nyte shrugged. "That’s easy. I’ll disown him."

  At the twinkle in his eye, she laughed. "No, that wouldn’t be fair. Not after all he’s gone through to patch things up between you." She entwined her fingers in his. "I think I’ll be big-hearted and marry you anyway. Do you think he’ll appreciate my sacrifice?"

  "I doubt it." Remlin’s voice startled her.

  She glanced around to see him standing behind the couch. She flattened her hand on her chest, over her rapidly thumping heart. "Don’t sneak up on me like that!"

  He shrugged. "Old habits are hard to break." He strolled around the couch, glancing at the massive arrangements of blossoms. "Nice flowers."

  She couldn’t help thinking as Merlin he would have looked at them as a smorgasbord of tempting treats.

  He sat down on the couch beside her. Her gaze darted to Nyte, worried about his reaction, but he merely slid one arm around her shoulder--clearly indicating his claim on her--and watched his brother tolerantly.

  "As for you having to put up with me, I’ll be going back to my home world with Clarissa tomorrow."

  He was leaving? "But--"

  Remlin took her hand and kissed it. "Come now, Lucinda. You didn’t really think I’d continue to wander around on four legs and be your pet, did you?"

  "No, of course not, but--"

  He smiled and the glint in his green eyes reminded her so much of the cat he’d been that her heart clenched painfully.

  "But you’ll miss me?" He squeezed her hand. "And I’ll miss you." He leaned toward her. "That’s why I’ve brought you something to remind you of the time we spent together."

  He held up his hands, palms cupped together and blew on them. When he opened them, a tiny black kitten peered over his thumb and cried. A small, squeaky sound.

  "Oh, look," she crooned. She scooped up the small fur ball and held it to her chest. Its tiny--and very sharp--claws dug into her robe and, as she stroked it, it purred loudly.

  "He can be the cat you always wanted."

  Nyte reached over and stroked the bottom of the kitten’s chin with his index finger. Its little eyes drifted closed and the purring became louder.

  "But he’s not sleeping in the same bed with us."

  The End

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  Coming soon:

  Watch for VIRTUAL LOVE, another great story from Elizabeth Batten-Carew.

  Control is what Jerette seeks when she enters virtual reality until she is pursued by a mysterious stranger who infiltrates her sessions, turning her deepest desires into reality.

  "An incredible mind expanding story... Virtual Love is a "must read" that you will not be able to put down... grabbed my interest and didn’t let me go... I am looking forward to more of her work and you should be too!"

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  "I enjoyed this short story. The ending is very original, and a well thought-out twist here and there made this read worthwhile."

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  Here is an excerpt from, VIRTUAL LOVE, a futuristic novella which is part of "CAPTURED: a Romance Anthology" coming soon from NCP.

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  A muscular arm clamped around Captain Jerette’s waist from behind, knocking the wind from her lungs as she collided with a hard male chest. A wicked laugh sounded behind her, barely discernible over the roar of the storm. Rain and wind clouded her vision. She struggled to keep her feet beneath her on the slippery deck as her captor dragged her away from her post. Where was her crew? Had they abandoned ship? The pirate vessel had caught them off guard in this hellish storm and the blast from their cannon had ripped a huge hole in the hull of "Fearless Virginia".

  "Get your hands off me, you villainous devil," she screamed.

  "Not this time, my pretty," a deep voice rumbled in her ear. "You, Captain Jerette, terror of the high seas, have inflicted too much damage on my people. You’ve escaped too many times. I believe it is high time you pay your debt."

  "And who are you to extract this debt?"

  "I am Phantom. King of the Pirates."

  She gasped. Captain Jerette knew all about the pirate king. He had gathered together a motley collection of buccaneer ships and forged them into a formidable fighting force. She had vowed to free the ocean from his tyrannical rule.

  "You call me terror when it is you people fear."

  He spun her around and pressed her against the mast. Long tendrils of hair had escaped the ribbon binding it and whipped wildly across her eyes. But she took no notice. Not with those pair of cutting blue eyes staring into her own.

  "And what about you, Captain?" He leaned toward her, his words more chilling than the icy rain assaulting her. "Are you afraid?"

  She felt her pulse quicken, knowing the danger he represented. "Never."

  A lazy smile spread across his face at her resolute stand.

  "We’ll see."

  She stood defiant in the face of his amusement. A shudder beneath their feet, and a great wooden groan, made it clear that the "Fearless Virginia" would not be afloat much longer. How had things gotten so out of control?

  Before she knew it, he had thrown her over his shoulder. She struggled, pummeling his back with her fists and kicking in a desperate attempt to escape. Her howls of rage merged with the wail of the wind and the rumbling thunder. She grabbed onto the railing as he attempted to carry her across to his own ship. He easily tugged her free. A strange fear surged through her, as though the danger he represented was far worse than it appeared. He pulled her below deck and pushed her into a cabin. The door slammed behind him and he locked it. Laughing, he pulled off his hat and shook his head, sending droplets of water flying through the air. She stood firm in the centre of the room, eyes narrowed, watching him.

  "You’ve destroyed my ship. That should be enough revenge for you," she spat. "It’s a captain’s duty to go down with her vessel. At least that you should respect."

  He stepped forward, his heels stomping on the wooden floor. He reached out a finger and stroked it down her cheek with an insolent grin. She refused to flinch and stared boldly back at him.

  "No, I wouldn’t waste such beauty on shark food." His gaze traveled leisurely down her body and up again. An unwanted awareness shot through her. "There are too many interesting... duties I can think of for you."

  Her control momentarily shattered. "I am a captain in the Queen’s fleet. An officer."

  His amusement increased. "That should make it all the more interesting."

  With a suddenness that caught her off guard, he shoved her onto the bunk and ripped open her shirt. The storm had soaked her to the skin and the thin cotton chemise she wore underneath clung to her shamelessly. The cold made her nipples erect and horror spiked through her to see that the garment offered no protection from his eyes. In fact, the way his gaze seared her, she felt she’d be better off without it.

  As though reading her thoughts, he knelt down beside the bunk, brought his huge hands to her shoulders and tore the limp fabric from her. Conscious that her breasts, glistening wet, heaved up and down with her labored breath, she tried to cross her arms to cover herself. Too fast for her, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head with one strong hand. He used his free hand to push the wet, clinging hair from her face with a tenderness she had not expected. Then he trailed his fingers down her neck and across her quivering chest. As he cupped her breast, her skin molded to his palm and the warmth gave her exquisite pleasure. The nipple thrust into his hand. Then his lips warmed her other nipple and she gasped.

  This is not how it’s supposed to go, her thoughts screamed. I’m supposed to be in control. To her utter shame, a tear of frustration escaped her eye. He lifted his head and focused on that tear, then lowered his lips to kiss it away.

  "Don’t be afraid, sweet Jerette. Let yourself lose control."

  His double edged meaning cut through the gauzy pleasure that held her hostage to his touch. She would stop this right now.

  His eyes narrowed as though he knew her thoughts. "No, Jerette. Don’t--"

  Her voice cut across his as she cried out.

  "End session!"

  The scene around her dissolved and she lay gasping for breath in her game lounger, arms wrapped around herself. The dark-eyed pirate had also disappeared but she could remember the look of frustration on his face when he faded away. Slowly, she focused on the familiar walls surrounding her. Her leisure room was small but that didn’t matter, since the time she spent here was typically in a virtual reality simulation where she was totally unaware of physical surroundings. Like the one she’d just fled.