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don’t know.” Donego blushed while he silently prayed to the harvest goddess that he would be the one. It had been some time since a man had come into his life. Way too long, he knew. “They come and they choose.” He turned to see Won Ta Ki enter the large room with two females and one male Mawany in her tow. The male had flat horns the color of blackened wood at each side of his broad head and his looks were as fierce as they were impressive. He did not like to be in the same room and made it clear with a soft hiss. Donego bowed without losing eye contact. “How can we be of service?”
    “Sariti will play with him first,” Won Ta Ki decided and the party took their seats well away from the bound man on the frame. Drinks were served and the guests dribbled juices of various colors on the floor.
    Music floated into the room the moment when Sariti got up and danced. Her skirt swung around her slender legs. She turned on bare feet, raised her arms and twisted her hands, a show of long practice. She smiled as she playfully circled the room to the sounds of a lively flute and muffled drums.
    The Mawanies purred and clapped their hands, spilling more juice from their tankards.
    The young woman moved between Kianto’s legs and ran her hands along his shins, then back to his insteps. She left him and whirled around, enjoying her moment. Smiling happily, she returned to him, her hands on his stomach, then she let them run lower, circling his pubic hair and caressing his cock and balls. When Kianto drew an excited breath, she gave him the eye and resumed dancing around the room.
    The Mawanies were crazed with the performance.
    Sariti enjoyed the attention, her face flushed. She reached for Kianto again, this time from his shoulders down to his chest. Her long hair touched his cheek. He closed his eyes to bathe in her scent. Donego gnashed his teeth to hold back his jealousy. Glancing at the group of invaders, he almost dared to tell them that it should be his right to entertain them first and that he would be the one to satisfy Kianto the most. Yet, balling his fists, he remained at his place and pretended admiration for Sariti and her dance and tease.
    She swirled around, then, suddenly, dropped her skirt and the sash that had covered her breasts. The Mawanies tweeted in high voices that hurt Donego’s ears. More, more , they demanded, and on the floor, Sariti laughed and bent to Kianto to lick and suck his member. Called to attention, Kianto’s cock got hard and the young man bowed his back in the frame, mouth open, gasping.
    The Mawanies clapped their hands, turned to each other and gave more sounds of delight.
    Sariti let her tongue play around, assuring she had the audience captured, before she took another turn to caress his balls with her hands. When she gave them a squeeze Kianto moaned deep in his throat.
    “Get on with it,” he begged. “You kill me.”
    Donego feared his own manhood would explode any minute. He understood many of the whispered Mawany words and knew them to mock his growing misery. It galled him that they saw his longing so clearly, but he could not help it. Kianto spoke to him like no man before.
    Sariti stepped between Kianto’s legs, kissed his navel and climbed up to straddle the bound man. Kianto lifted his head, smiling crookedly.
    “Come to fulfill what you promised?”
    “Oh, yes.” She lay flat on his belly, arousing him more and more. Her breasts rested on his lower chest and she kissed his throat.
    “Get a little closer, if you dare.”
    “No.” Sariti put a finger across his lips. “No kissing.”
    “A pity.”
    The young woman eased his cock inside her, shuddering as it entered. Kianto grimaced, supporting her weight on him and unable to push up. She put her head back and her hands on his belly. With closed eyes she sought the rhythm to please her most.
    Donego watched the building tension and the excitement spread in the room like a spark touching dry straw.
    Though the