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Eclipsing Dawn (Dusk takes Dawn)
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much so she’d never slept in stone. She also bore the surname Craig proudly, and as a bonus ran the dry-cleaners Duncan liked best.
    Disapproving of his many suits and jeans, she often snarled, "You’re Clan Craig, isn’t it ? You ought to dress like a man in kilts and plaid."
    Dawn liked the lady, but wondered what she had against Mr. Atreyu or the other man she’d sent Duncan after, Mr. McKinnon. What had they done to make her volunteer them for bloodletting? Dawn whistled on a slow exhale. At least they’d both been notorious criminals. As far as she and Duncan knew anyway. She sighed. She wouldn’t allow herself to question whether or not they’d done the wrong thing. They’d come too far and, at the moment, making things right for her and Duncan mattered most.
    The crone had taken the day off, so Duncan left Dawn her home address in a note on their phone. Dawn rang the doorbell just after eleven-thirty. The door swung open and she stepped into what looked like a normal living room, in a typical brownstone. The elder witch sat perched on a stool. She stretched her arms overhead and yawned as if the act of waiting bored her.
    "Since you’ve finally made your first come-by-and-see-me, you may now call me Teeny."
    Teeny winced and dropped her arms to rest on her hips. "I didn’t mean for that to rhyme. Bloody rhymes keep stalking me. Must think I’m Mother Goose." She snapped her fingers and a frosty bottle of beer appeared in her hand. Smiling widely, she bit off the cap before tossing the bottle to Dawn, who caught it in one hand, hefted it high in appreciation, and downed the contents in one swallow. She exhaled long and slow. The crone always knew what a person needed and when. Funny thing, Dawn hadn’t known how much she wanted that beer until she drank it.
    Teeny cackled and slapped her hands down on her knees with a nod. The movement accentuated her magnificent head of hair. The huge copper curls flew out in every direction before cascading down the tiny woman’s back and dusting the floor.
    "Well now, I’ve got a hot bout of afternoon delight scheduled, yes, indeedy. Hand me the keepers you collected and we’ll get going." Teeny extended a splayed hand.
    Dawn stood and took the bag over. Anticipation blossomed low in her belly and melded with gratitude for Teeny’s help. The emotional cocktail filled her throat and she couldn’t speak.
    So close. So close to seeing her man in the flesh. To holding him. To loving him until they both blacked out fully sated and exhausted from overexerting themselves.
    With an affirmative jerk of her chin, Dawn handed the bag over. Teeny stared at her for a long moment, her face transforming with disgust.  “You don’t look ready for a proper fucking at all.”
    Dawn stumbled backward and plunked down on the hardwood floor. Teeny tsked. “This won’t do. Do you not understand you’ve got to milk the man dry? More than once. As many times as possible before the magic ends. You’ve got to take all he has to give inside yourself? Didn’t you know that?”
    “No,” Dawn shook her head. “I don’t get it. Why does it matter how many times as long as Duncan and I can finally touch?”
    Teeny shook her head as well. “Best believe it matters. More than you know or can guess.” Dawn gave her a blank look. Teeny said, “You’ll understand when the time comes.”
    With that the older woman launched off her stool and plowed into the kitchen. While she rummaged through a bunch of vegetables, tossing carrots, cucumbers, and eggplants aside, she yelled back to Dawn. “I’m going to have to train you, isn’t it? We can’t have you messing up a good lay?”
    What the hell had she gotten herself into? Dawn considered sneaking out but the entrance had disappeared. There were lots of windows but no door. She also couldn’t leave without the magic she needed to freeze time. Not getting to see Duncan wasn’t an option. She tightened her muscles around the dildo and let
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