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slide up and down the pulsing shaft. Her mouth
    suddenly watered.
    Damien tugged her head once, making her quickly avert her eyes to
    his face once again. He licked his lips.
    She felt the tip of his sex on her lips. His hand still stroked,
    although the motion was quicker now.
    Damien's breathing deepened and became ragged. His eyes never
    left hers. When her lips parted slightly, he tossed his head back and
    pressed his cock forcefully against her lips, "Suck!"
    His voice growled with his command. Not really knowing what
    she was doing, Elise opened her mouth and took Damien's cock
    inside, careful to avoid scraping it with her teeth. It was a difficult
    task, since he was quite large. She managed to at least get the
    mushroomed tip in and grip her lips around the top part of his shaft.
    Within seconds, Damien's hips bucked forward, both hands fisted
    in her hair. He gasped once, shoved his cock deeper inside her mouth,

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    making her gag at the sudden fullness reaching the back of her throat.
    He growled low.
    Elise's eyes widened. The first stream of his seed gushed, forcing
    her to swallow. She tried to move away, but Damien held her face
    firmly in place, slowly rolling his hips against her mouth. She had no
    other choice but to accept the salty spunk being pumped rapidly down
    her throat.
    A moment later Damien stepped away from her.
    Elise fell back. She found herself suddenly on her straw pallet in
    her father's cottage. She lifted her hand to her breast and felt a
    pendant. Looking down she saw an oval shaped blood red ruby
    hanging from a gold chain. A slithering serpent was etched in the
    center of the jewel. Elise touched it, and everything became clear.
    She knew what she had to do.

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CHAPTER FOUR
    The next morning came quickly. Elise woke up to the sound of the
    King's men banging on their cottage door.
    A tall burly man dressed in a tunic with the King's emblem, stood at
    the entrance, when her father opened the door.
    "I've come for the girl, Miller."
    He shoved past Franz when he noticed her standing on the bottom
    step of the staircase leading to her loft. His cold blue eyes flicked
    over her. A bizarre look passed over his face, before he walked over
    to her and grabbed her arm, making her step down. He turned to her
    father.
    "If all goes well, we will bring her back in the morning. However
    if..." the knight looked down at her, his face suddenly sullen. He
    cleared his throat. "Well you know what to expect then." He nodded
    once to the Miller, led Elise outside to the carriage, and helped her up.
    She met her father's eyes briefly. The pain and sorrow in them
    made her heart ache. She hoped that whatever magic Damien had
    bestowed upon her worked. Death did not sound appealing.

    * * * *
"So you are prepared for your task, girl?" Lord DeMumart stood
    peering down out Elise.
    She shivered from his intense gaze. Her lips trembled, "I ... I..."
    She looked away to find the burly knight who'd brought her, and
    presented her to the duke, give her a sympathy-ridden grimace.
    She looked back at the Duke, "Y-yes my Lord, I am ready..."
    DeMumart narrowed his eyes at her.
    She cringed, yet didn't turn away or look down. Her eyes remained
    fixed on the old duke's pinched face. His tall thin frame appeared
    overly lanky and awkward. Even hunched, he towered over her by at
    least a foot. His hands looked more like claws, long, bony with
    knobby knuckles that seemed overly grown.
    "That is good." He leaned down about an inch away from her face,
    his cruel eyes, the color of which seemed to reflect bright orange,

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    yellow flames, bore into her upturned face. His breath was hot and
    smelled old and of death.
    "Then we shall begin."
    Abruptly he turned away from her and motioned the knight to take
    her by the arm and follow him down a long dark corridor that smelled
    damp like swamp. She must be in the dungeon of the castle.
    Their long trek through the marsh and mud of the lower grounds
    led her to the