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it was for the best. She could still demand he never touch her again after their one moment of pleasure. She gave into her lust and leaned back, letting the belt catch her. She was parallel with the earth when he wagged his tongue along her clitoris. “Felix.” She panted, and because she loved the sound of his name escaping her lips, she breathed out calling for him again and again.
    He pressed harder with his tongue, and then sucked her sensitive skin, until he pulled her nub into his mouth and suckled. In a moment of rest, he slipped his tongue into her opening. There was slight pain, but she loved the wet heat and tolerated the stinging. He alternated between licking her clit and slipping into her entrance. He took long swipes, ensuring to pleasure her completely and slowly he sped up. “FELIX!”
    Over and over, he lapped her sex, until she was dizzy with breathing heavily, and delirious with longing for him to take his actions a step further, whatever that would be. When he went back to flicking her clit, she felt her body surge. She screamed, filling the forest with her cry, as her body tightened, but her core began to loosen. At the moment of her climax, he stroked her nub with his tongue, and plunged into her opening with his finger. Suddenly she shrieked and squirmed, as she fought to kick him away from her. As he crisscrossed his tongue to wet her core, he curled his finger inside of her and painfully rubbed her walls. “THAT HURTS!” He rolled his finger inside her as she let out one last loud scream.
    He promptly lowered her to the rock, and covered her mouth to silence her. He spoke against his hand, as his breath warmed her cheeks. “Now it will not hurt so much when you come to me for sex.”
    When he removed his hand, she spat: “You’re out of your mind, you arrogant brute! That was the last time we’re doing that.”
    “It’s Felix, little woman.” He smiled.
    “Get me down! This isn’t funny anymore. You hurt me! I’m serious; that hurt!” He untied her. She shoved him away from her, hurriedly buttoned up her blouse, and fixed bodice as she watched him to make sure he kept his distance. “What did you do to me? It still stings. No , go home! I don’t want you around me.” He didn’t budge until her breasts were covered, and after that, he grinned in triumph. She glowered, rubbed her tender wrists, and then pleaded as she said with sincerity, “I…I want to be alone.”
    “Let me walk you home.”
    She glanced at the deep stream behind him, and with a quick plan made of anger, she hissed a consent. She stomped back to the trail and when he jogged to catch up beside her, she plowed her shoulder into his side as hard as she could, and knocked him into the water. He splashed into the deep, slow moving stream. She sniggered when he bobbed back to the surface, and gasped.
    “This is frigid cold water!”
    “I know.” She gloated because she managed to get him in. “That is because you hurt me!” She quickly spun on her heel, heading back to the house.

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    Katja woke up to the sound of Felix pleading, and of all men it could be, he begged her father for mercy. “Don’t flay me.” He described in full the horror of him tearing the skin off his back. She shuttered, rubbed her chest because she couldn’t stand the thought of him being tortured liked that. Having the act described to her with such terror in his voice changed her opinion of her father. He seemed cold and malice, and she wondered how Felix could stand being in the same house as him.
    She knew better than to sneak up on him in the night, but she made the bed softly creak as she tossed and turned until he woke, and his mumbles quieted. “Come to bed.” She ordered when he was silent. It took no more convincing for him to slip out from underneath the boards, and appear next to her bed. He peeled back the many blankets, but paused when he saw her in a long, white nightgown. He was probably thinking she wore nothing