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reached between her legs, felt the hot, thick surge of blood as she squeezed his cock with her fingers, drew him toward her.
    “Oh god, oh gods!” she moaned repeatedly as he began to penetrate her—a simple, pagan blasphemy, a hymn to spirits who had lived in the swamps and rivers of Louisiana long before any man had ventured there. She felt herself stretching, splitting almost, as the girth of him nailed her to the bed, helpless, and his strong, powerful arms pinned her down. She could no longer fight even had she so desired.
    He raised himself up on his arms, glaring down at her with eyes full of lust. His hips bucked and swayed, buttocks rising and falling as he plowed into her. At first an inch, and then another entered her. Her thighs convulsed at this and she thought she could take no more—but more there was. He was relentless, unforgiving, knowing only that she needed and deserved more pleasure yet than he had given her: he would show her no mercy because mercy was not what she needed that night.
    At last he was completely inside her and Ardyce groaned loudly, her hands grappling across the broad swathes of his back, pulling him closer to her as her legs slid across his buttocks and his thighs, locking him in a tight embrace that refused to let him go. She could feel the neck of her womb swelling around the tip of him, and had it not been for the river between her legs she would have been unable to accommodate him inside her. This time, however, all her pain became pleasure and she gripped him strongly as he moved rhythmically, each thrust causing another gasp, her eyes screwed up tightly as she moved closer toward her orgasm.
    He said nothing, but she could feel the intensity of his body as he controlled himself, refusing to allow his own climax to rise too quickly while he mastered her body. Sweat formed on his face and across his shoulders in the hot, humid air, drops of it falling like liquor into her mouth and across her neck. Her own body was slick with perspiration as she relentlessly clawed his back, crying out as she came again and again.
    But even this was nothing when she felt that huge cock twitching and growing inside her, making her eyes open even wider as she couldn’t believe that such a thing was possible. The length of him seemed to ripple and pulse while flashes of light passed before her eyes. Her ears were full of a terrible roaring, as though a storm was raging inside her head, and finally she screamed, unable to take any more as he filled her with his own joys.
    She lost count of her own orgasms that night, of the number of times he mounted her, took her pitilessly, reveling in her whimpers and cries for a mercy that she never desired. When sleep came at last, she sank down beside him and finally found a blissful benevolence in the dark. She only wakened when the sun had risen high above the fields, marshes and waters of the Blind Lagoon.
    Orfeo and his guitar were gone.
     
                 

             
Chapter Three
     
    When Baptiste came to visit her, Ardyce was sitting in her orangery enjoying the sunlight as it shone through the glass panes over her head. She was dressed in an embroidered silk ao dai , the yellow jacket pulled negligently across her chest, its long skirts flowing over the flared pantaloons as she crossed one of her slender legs over the other.
    The air in the room was humid, with tall, lush-colored Siam banana trees and gigantic ferns casting their dappled shadows across the room. Removing his hat and wiping the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief, Baptiste smiled at her warmly and gestured to the sun blazing overhead. “Another fine day in paradise,” he remarked ironically.
    “Is it ever any other way?” Ardyce asked, lifting herself on those elegant legs and reaching up with a hand to his cheek, bending him slightly so that she could kiss him. Her eyes sparkled as she did so and, when she returned to her chair and Baptiste seated