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stroking the tufts of black hair. He had much hair on his chest, and many more below. She ran her fingers through the hair and lied her head on it, comforted. “Is this what you think is wrong?” She slid her fingers from the chest hair and moved it lower, working her fingers through the tufts of shaft hair, and then working the shaft. She stroked it softly up and down, teasing. It stiffened. She grasped it softly and slowly at first and then harder and faster until he was hard as rock. Casimir groaned.
    “Ophelia…” She continued to stroke his shaft. She stood on her knees and lowered her mouth to his tip. He groaned. She lowered her mouth and moved up and down, twirling her tongue as she went. She sucked harder and faster until she could feel the blood throb. She moaned and rubbed herself in cadence with him. She could feel his pleasure. He was close—  
    Casimir growled and pushed Ophelia off. “For a virgin you sure do have a lot of practice.”
    Ophelia stuttered and shook her head. She reached for the sheets again and instead fell off the bed in a huff, tangled. “For an ass you sure are an ass.” She fumbled for her clothes.
    “Ophelia, darling…” Casimir leaned over the side. “I’m sorry.”
    “Shove it up your ass. Ass.”  
    “You don’t know who I am…”  
    Ophelia was on floor, tangled in the sheets, and absently fumbling for her dress. “Do we ever…?” She stopped. “Know who we are, that is…” His face softened.  
    “I’m sure you know what you see when you look in the mirror.” Ophelia didn’t know what she saw in the mirror. She usually just looked through whatever stared back. “I see a monster with my likeness. And the scary thing is it has all of my memories. It’s trying to say it’s me.”  
    Ophelia stood on her knees and placed one hand on his chest.  
    The doors flung open. Ophelia rushed to cover herself. “Sir, there is a matter that is desperate for your attention.”
    “Thank you, Abigail.”  
    Ophelia hid under the covers for what seemed like hours.
    “Ophelia…” Casimir rubbed the lump of the covers.
    “This happens all the time,” Ophelia’s muffled voice accused from under the safety of her hovel.  
    “Not really, no.”
    “You have sex, all the time.”
    “Occasionally. I wouldn’t call myself a bachelor, no.”  
    “I am only one of one hundred today, then.”
    Casimir threw off the covers.  
    “You aren’t the first.” Ophelia grasped for the covers. When Casimir held them down she jumped off the bed, running to find her clothes. Casimir got to her first, and pinned her against the dark red wall. She squirmed, but he held her strong, his caramel muscles glistening by his sweat. “You aren’t the first, Ophelia,” She tried to get away but Casimir pinned her harder, “But you are my last.”
    Ophelia attempted to say something but Casimir moved his fingers inside her. She fell to him and he had to catch her with his remaining arm. She was utterly incapacitated by him. She kissed his neck ferociously. Clawing at his hair. Moving her legs up and down his thigh. “You will always come first,” he whispered in to her ear, she moaned.
    “Be inside me.” He thrust his fingers deeper. He lifted her and moved her to the bed. He took his fingers out.
    “I must go. Something calls me…”  
    “But!” Ophelia raised herself that she was on her knees. She clawed at Casimir’s neck, red lines pulling them together. Their skin was touching, connected. She nibbled his neck, slowly tasting the sanguine sweetness that flowed out. Then she bit, hard and fast. Casimir growled and lifted her, throwing her to the middle of the bed. Ophelia smiled as he crawled toward her. He turned her over so that she was on her knees.  
    Casimir entered her fast and rough. He pulsated and she screamed with pleasure. “I always come first,” Ophelia whispered as Casimir drew them in to red felicity.  

V

    “Where have you been and what are you