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cottage. They would ride bareback, holding on to each other, talking of their lives, and sharing experiences and dreams.
    On the last of these glorious nights, as Devendra gracefully weaved the lovers through the trees, a light rain began to fall. Alexandria tightened her grip around Roman’s waist, pressing herself into the form-fit curves of his body.
    Roman’s chest filled to full swell as Alexandria arched her back, moving her grip instinctually to Roman’s inner thighs. Responsive to Roman’s tightened grip around her, Devendra sped up to a slight canter, pulling them through the sweet, earthy smell of the fresh rain.
    Gazing up through branches set against the backdrop of the night sky, drops swimming down her face, Alexandria wept. Devendra collected her stance, slowing to a walk to allow Roman to twist around and pull Alexandria before him. Her legs wrapped firmly around him, cuffing at the low of his back, their necks locked in an embrace. With careful steps, Devendra brought them closer to the cottage.
    There are sounds in the night, quiet chanting rhythms, sounds that are absorbed into the heart, sounds that lovers use to match their heartbeats. Roman and Alexandria did not hear these sounds for they are not audible. These are the voices of the Nereids, the nymphs who rise from the passionflower, the wild clusters of Mums and Sage that cover the forest floor. As they were carried through this fragrant thicket, Roman and Alexandria bonded, their minds joined with each caress. With feline movements, Devendra glided them closer to the doors that beheld the isolation and privacy they yearned for.
    The cottage doors squeaked open as though fighting not to fall off their hinges. Floorboards bowed in response to each of Roman’s steps as he carried Alexandria over to his cot. He delicately laid her beneath him, careful not to crush her. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his weight pinning her down to the mattress.
    Gently, Roman moved his hands down between her legs, rubbing and cupping her privates with his palm. She moaned as excitement crept over her. He pressed himself between her tense legs, lightly pushing at her thigh with his erection. Her garments trembled, waiting to slip off.
    Concentrating on the passion of each button undone, Roman shed the first layer: her ruffled blouse. Alexandria opened her eyes, looking up into Roman’s flushed face. Hesitantly, unsure of what to do, she assisted him. Slowly relinquishing each chaste, protected layer, they breathed chants into each other’s ears.
    Roman cradled her against his chest as he separated her. She writhed, yowling as her hymen burst, trickling blood down her inner thighs. Roman, keeping a slow, ginger probing, wiped the wet hair from her clammy face. He whispered reassurances, removing himself from her warmth to ease the pain.
    He moved down to where her hands clutched herself and gently lifted them free. Her soft down, matted with blood and her own juices, was swollen red and angry. He blew on her, then licked softly at the throbbing flesh. She groaned as confusing sensations flooded over her from tingling to aches. She reached down to his hair, pulling and forcing his mouth over her.
    He slid his tongue inside of her. The sweetness of her juice mixed with the coppery taste of blood sent him into oblivion. Lust blossomed into mania; he wanted to tear her open whatever the cost. He needed her warmth. She rocked her hips spastically, a little embarrassed by her pleasure.
    Roman looked up into her face, sweat-drenched and flushed, then crept on top of her again. She reached down and led him back inside of her like an expert, feeling the bulk of pain subside and pleasure wiggle its way in. Her limbs tensed as he kept a steady rock, bringing his sex in and out of her. An orgasm rushed through her. She moaned with pleasure, biting him on the shoulder.
    He felt himself building; the moment was nearing where he would release his semen into her womb,