The Tenth Chapter of The Princess and the Pauper: A Tale of Two Girls
Back in the hallway, I take away the silk scarf from Sharon's eyes.
My arms wrap around her waist, and I softly bite her neck. "So, was I right?"
She grabs onto me strongly, like we haven't seen each other in years. Our lips lock, and we share a passionate kiss. I squeeze her butt, feeling Brian's cum on her cheeks. "So, do you find him more satisfying than doing double duty with Cassie?"
Sharon responds, "Oh, my god yes." She sounds so content as she sighs. "That was incredible, the best orgasm I've ever had."
I examine her gape with my finger. "I'm jealous, I still haven't tried anal." I add a second finger as we continue kissing. We caress each other's breasts.
It was so fulfilling, thrilling—knowing I shared my lover with her, and she had secretly been double-teamed by her ex. Our plan was going exactly as planned.
{"On to stage 2."}
"Would you be interested in more with us? Stay the night?"
"Oh, absolutely." I pull my fingers out and guide her down the stairs. As we reach the sofa, I tell her, "Gnaw on my zipper."
I slip out of my latex body suit and lean against the sofa arm, bending my leg and kneeling against the back while keeping my other foot on the floor.
"Show me some lesbian licking." Sharon partially kneels on the floor, partially laying on the sofa, her leg stretched out. Fingers pinch my nipples, and she dives in, engulfing her face between my folds. Her talented tongue takes turns licking my rectum, perineum, slit, and clit. I'm already turned on from my dominant activities, so it doesn't take much for me to start moaning.
She's clearly skilled; her tongue sucks my lips and clit while her fingers roam my upper torso and tease my nipples. I'm moaning with pleasure.
'Brian's tongue is more prominent, powerful, and talented—in a cunnilingus competition, I would declare an even draw.'
"OH MYYY YEESSSSS!" I play with her hair, holding her head, rocking my hips upwards. I tug her hair as I bring myself off with a relaxed, blissful, amazing orgasm that was unexpected.
"Wow, now I understand your fondness for lesbianism. If I hadn't received Brian's oral skills before yours, I might be tempted to try lesbianism too." I pull her head toward me as I sit up, tasting her juices as I lick her lips and kiss her intimately.
"Where would you like to watch us with Cassie?"
"I'd love to."
I lead her up the stairs. "You can watch as we give Cassie multiple orgasms, but you won't join in." I slap her ass as we approach the door.
"You may watch, and you'll understand why the gag."
While Sharon was exploring my first same-sex adventure on the sofa, upstairs, Brian was fully immersed in his threesome with Cassie:
Brian scans his former thruple partner, bound and blindfolded before him. He compares her to his current lover mentally.
Cassie's body is strikingly different.
Thinner body, larger breasts, a stark contrast between her large dark brown areolas and long nipples. Her labia were unique, a confounding challenge for Brian's experienced tongue.
He decides Cassie lacks the allure of Chantelle but recalls her unique clitoris.
Sharon and Chantelle hold several similarities: their age, height, weight, and sexy figures all align. Their vulvas were remarkably alike. Both had neat, tidy, and appealing genitalia. Identical in terms of pink-hued folds, slightly protruding above round mounds, with a slight color difference—a bright red pink, not the typical darker shade. bisexualthreesome ticklebook familydicks sexstories-nsfw lesbiansexcams horndiary redtube nudist xnxx1 pornhub wwwbigmetv hdporn adultwork adultwebsearch porndig myxxxx tubechange archiveofourown nomoremrniceguy storiesofchemistry
Drawing a canoe for a simple pussy sketch, imagined from above, measuring 2.5 inches in length and 1 inch at the middle width. Create two arcs inside the canoe, starting from the top, with slight curvatures approximately 0.25 inch apart at the center, following the outer symmetrical curves of the canoe, intersecting at the bottom. Add a straight line from top to bottom in between them. At the canoe's top, add a small 0.25 inch penis, making it the "little man in the canoe."
Cassie's inner labia edges have a near-black shade, as the majority of the area is brown. Her lips are wavy and asymmetrical, visibly protruding an inch beyond the plumper mounds. Her lips are large, hanging low, allowing anyone to inevitably grab them while she's standing. She also has a wide labia gap. Her lips were tempting, and I often considered biting them without making physical contact.
Cassie had a massive clitoris, considerably larger than any I've seen, and a small 1-inch penis, capable of standing upright, with an exquisite sensitivity. The clitoris was always a highlight in our threesomes as both parties were stimulated when its underside was licked. Sharon would often get off by tribbing the enormous clitoris. My favorite was to fish mouth the clitoris, mimicking a feeding goldfish, puckering my lips, nibbling, and sucking until she reached orgasm. Cassie preferred climaxing by Sharon stroking it with her nipple while using her elongated nipple on Sharon's clit.
I would sometimes engage in this activity with an anal invasion behind Sharon.
Increasingly a voyeur, sometimes I would partake in this activity with an anal invasion behind Sharon.
Brian kneels between Cassie's spread legs, tugs the nipple clamps with his left hand, and simultaneously flicks her erect nipples with a crop, swatting the entire surface of her breasts until her skin is a darker shade of red. Cassie flinches with most of the hits, some with faint whimpers.
Using the spiky Wartenberg wheel, he meanders a path from her left wrist restraint to her breasts, across her lavish, fleshy chest. Rolling over her voluptuous, plump bosom, he circles several times around her areolas and across her erect nipples. Pinchers raised, Brian traces the base of the eraser-type nipple where it intersects the areola, slowly scraping the wheel's spikes up the sides of her elongated nipples. Squirming, moaning, Cassie is evidently enjoying the new invigorating sensations Brian provides.
Adjusting his position, he tugs her pubic hair, forcing her to lift her hips, causing her to make a groaning sound.
He aimlessly passes the spiky wheel over her thighs, along the crease of her legs, around her vulva.
Both using the spiky wheel, not just rolling it over the sensitive skin of her swollen vulva, but meticulously following the wavy edge of her lips. Her moaning intensifies, louder and higher, as the sharp barbs contact the base along the sides of her gigantic clitoris, stimulating it to rise like an isolated column. This arousing sensation is exemplified by the appearance of glistening moisture on her mouth-watering vagina, wet with fluids.
She writhes, emitting deep sighs as the sensitive underside is subjected to abrasive contact from the spiky wheel.
Brian aims to bring her to this sexual and emotional state.
Now, he will control her to the predetermined outcome.
He lowers so his face is a mere distance away from her crotch, close enough to smell the mouthwatering scent of her juicy cunt. Enticing him to relish the delicious, familiar taste, to fish mouth her sensitive protrusion, he resists the urge and sticks with the plan.
Opening her with thumb and forefinger, moving the spikes over the pink, flat, moist, glistening surface of her inner labia. Sparingly navigating the spikes over her labia, alongside the sides, and even scraping all visible areas of her sensitive clitoris. Cassie's noises are a mixture, sometimes a whimper, mostly a moan or groan. The impact is undoubtedly painful and exciting.
Trading the Wartenberg wheel for the crop, delivers several harsh strikes, to Cassie's soft breasts. He yanks the nipple clamp chain, causing her nipples to stretch, making her areolas appear like teepees. Cassie protests.
"OUCH, that hurts." Likely causing tears. [
Unwavering, Brian sees this as a victory, an adrenaline boost, and continues, trailing a meandering path with the edge of the crop against her, grazing her pruned small triangle of blonde pubic hair, he inflicts multiple stinging blows on her pubic region, each stroke moving closer and closer to her labia and swollen clit. Pausing before tickling her opening by twisting the flat edge of the crop between her darker-skinned inner labia. Using the pointed corner of the crop's striking end, he slides it back and forth along the underside of her clit.
As soon as she moans in pleasure, Brian delivers a fierce blow directly on her sensitive nub, causing a jerk and yelp; more grumbling and writhing, Cassie cries out emphatically.
"Stop, I want to stop, don't hit my clit, no more, I can't take the pain." Brian hears, understands she's serious; tenderly kisses the erect nub.
"Alright." Using his disguised low voice, knowing that the pain must be excruciating and not pleasurable for her. He must restore her arousal to his desired state.
The crop's handle boasts feathers, lightly brushing the soft feathers to arouse nerve endings and pleasure receptors all over Cassie's body; confirming that he has shifted to a gentler, respectful demeanor. Swirling, teasingly her breasts, tummy, sides, and shoulders to excite and stimulate her skin. He gently flutters the soft feathers on her smoothened lower lips.
Brian's face remains unseen as we enter the room. I help Sharon onto the chair, and before joining them on the bed, I select a couple of recently acquired items from my toy bag. I crawl beside Cassie, giving her a deep, wet kiss. I pull the light chain attached to the nipple clamps, releasing both breasts; she winces.
"You have extremely large breasts," I tenderly cup and knead each breast individually, biting her dark nipples, flicking them with my tongue, and then sucking them, these are the longest nipples I've ever seen, similar to my middle finger from the knuckle to the tip, both in diameter and length. Of course, I spent several minutes going over them. I roll her hard, taut nipples between my teeth.
Brian's oral prowess, skillful series of sucking and stimulation has Cassie's breathing erratic and rapid. I pinch her nipples harshly, she gasps. My lips cover hers, and we explore each other's inner world.
"Mmmnnnnngghhh" her climax starts.
I wave the flogger across her breasts and abdomen. She's in the midst of multiple orgasms already. Brian moves his legs under her body. He positions her legs on top of his and wriggles until his dick touches her labia.
Once more, I am shocked, the first time I see her erect clit jutting out from her vulva. I reach down and touch it.
My fingers are fondling the unique erection, caressing it like a penis with my fingertips.
"OOHH MMMYYY, AAAHHH UUHHH," Cassie shivers.
Brian sits upright; he adjusts himself underneath Cassie's legs and thrusts his hard penis into her drenched pussy; then lies back for more upward force, directly contacting her g-spot.
Even with the gag, I hear Sharon gasp when she recognizes Brian as the source of her unparalleled pleasure.
I switch on the Hitachi wand and delicately press it on top of her clit.
"OOHH MMMYYY, GGAAAAWWWD, UUUNNGGGHHH."
Brian barely moves, his massive member only halfway buried in her soaking pussy; she sustains consistent sighs. I use my palms to massage the top of her nipples, adding enough pressure to have the erect nipples slip under my palms.
She groans as our tongues clash; I press the Hitachi against her harder. She's the one moving, her hips swaying, achieving maximum contact against her internal sex button.
I run my nails over her boobs, leaving red scratch marks. My left forefinger nail flicking her nips; she shivers as I scrape the length of her long nips. Lifting the vibrating wand, I squeeze the sensitive nub, stroking the tiny phallus between two nails, creating both pain and pleasure.
"HHOOOLLLLEEEE FUUU_UUUCK." She thrusts aggressively, her eyes widened, staring at me, visibly distorted.
"UUUHHH HHUUH."
The combination of simultaneous stimulation of clitoral, nipple and g-spot triggers a fervent climax. Her hips rock wildly, I ram the vibrating head hard against her, moving it up and down her vaginal entrance.
She let out a scream as she reached another height of pleasure during orgasm.
"EEEYYYIIIIII__ YYYAAAAHHHH"
I picked up the Hitachi, thrusting it against her vagina rapidly, making sure not to hit Brian, but trying to cover as much of her pussy as possible. She was bucking wildly, making sounds of pleasure.
"UUHHH, UUHHH, OOOOHHH FFFUUUCK."
I started rubbing her clitoris feverishly, side to side, causing her erect clitoris to pop out from the friction created by my fingers.
Brian was matching her movements, it was unclear if it was her second or third peak of orgasms; she let out a loud gasp, her body stiffened, and she squirted. I placed the Hitachi back on her clit and held it tightly against her small penis.
She sprayed out a gush, soaking Brian's stomach and both their thighs. She cried out, twisting and turning as the powerful orgasm took over her. Legs shaking, if she wasn't restrained, she would be flailing wildly and hitting us.
She whimpered as we continued our assault, not relenting until her convulsions and outbursts subsided.
Cassie curled up, shivering, in a sensitive state. I used the sheets to wipe down the Hitachi, my hands, and Cassie.
Brian went to the bathroom to clean himself. While he was gone, he waved his erect penis at Sharon.
17
I released Cassie, helping her sit next to Sharon, taking off the gag; they cuddled as I quickly changed the sheets.
Brian returned, stopping at the door, looking at the two women who used to share his bed.
Cassie was shocked to suddenly realize it was Brian who had given her such a fantastic fuck, with a squirting climax.
"Hey, it's Brian, your ex; he was kicked out because you didn't think he was necessary for your pleasure." Brian joined me on the bed, we shared a passionate French kiss. I wrapped my fingers around his thick cock.
"How could that be? How could it be Brian, who so efficiently had sex with you both? I'll explain."
Chantelle leaned against Brian's shoulder, stroking his magnificent rod, keeping him aroused, exciting everyone in the room.
"Just a few days after you rejected Brian, he connected with an incredibly horny, attractive woman, willing to teach him how to sexually satisfy a woman. They became students of sexual discovery and andragogy, thoroughly studying all aspects of sexual pleasure and communication."
"It's all about communication; just a little coaching. If you had shared what you desired, you would've had this kind of satisfaction all along."
"Cassie, what all did Sharon tell you about our encounter in the adult shop?"
"Sharon described to me how you aroused her, and talked about using double dongs and bondage."
"Sharon mentioned you're not satisfying each other anymore. She desires more; she gets her best orgasms from a fake penis. Did she tell you she would cheat on you? She wanted sex with me right there in the store, in front of others; what a slut; agreeing to becoming a sub and a threesome, without consulting you." Chantelle moved between them, looking at Cassie.
"You've had it. Sharon wants to be satisfied by us."
I turned to kiss Sharon.
"Suck my breast, whore;" Chantelle pulled her hair, bringing Sharon's mouth to her breast.
"You know you've lost her, Cassie; she wants sex with us."
"You're done, Brian already gave you an incredible orgasm. You can stay and watch us in a threesome, or leave."
"I suspect that was your first squirt." Brian spoke up.
"Yes, it was." Cassie stammered.
"You know what that tells us? You've been missing out on intense pleasure you've been lacking for years."
"I want to experience that." Sharon said, looking at Chantelle. Her lower lip pouted. I looked to Brian for his decision.
"Please Brian, you proved we made a mistake. I admit, that was the best fucking and multiple orgasms I've ever had, and I've never squirted, please, please."
Brian nodded.
"Sharon, this will be my final sexual act with you. I'll make you squirt, but it'll be through some BDSM and a squirt." He beckoned Chantelle to the bed.
"Hey Sharon, you ditched me, us, without a word about whether I was meeting your needs or not. Instead of talking things through, you just disappeared." Brian guides Chantelle into position with her back against the headboard, her legs open.
"I was caught off guard. I felt betrayed, angry, and sad." He eases Sharon between Chantelle's legs.
"If Chantelle wants to carry on with either of you, that's cool. As for me, I hope you've learned a lesson. Maybe even feel remorseful. I'm not interested in pursuing anything more than a friendly, casual relationship with either of you."
Chantelle's legs drape over Sharon, her arms wrap around her, one hand caressing Sharon's breasts, the other playing with her sex.
Chantelle's finger slides into Sharon's wet pussy, then she traces her labia with the middle finger. I rub Sharon's legs, squeezing them together with my thumbs. I notice how sensitive her lips are and run my tongue along them, both inside and outside the edges, nibbling and teasing.
Sharon starts moaning and writhing.
"Mmm, some lovely recollections," I say, sitting up.
Chantelle slaps Sharon's breasts, making them bounce, rubbing her nipples with her fingers.
Chantelle uses the flogger, snapping it against Sharon's breasts, then moving it upward to her nipples, the leather hitting them like a blur.
I strike Sharon's inner thighs with a crop, hard smacks causing her to lean back against Chantelle.
Chantelle switches on a magic wand massager, placing it on her vulva while continuing to flog her breasts.
I continue tapping the skin on Sharon's thighs with the crop, making them look bright and smooth. Digging my tongue into Sharon's delicious nectar, I lick from her perineum to her clitoris. She gasps. Chantelle uses the magic wand on her breasts.
"Damn, she always tasted fresh, sweet, not pungent," I think.
"I keep comparing you to Chantelle," I admit. "And you're still my top choice."
I hold Sharon's labia open and gently lick the smooth, wet, pink, inner part, trying to lap up as much tasty liquid as possible, before occasionally rolling her clit to produce more juices. Nibbling on her clit, Sharon is fully aroused, letting out a continuous song of moans, with occasional sighs, her hips jumping.
I'm holding her open. If I decide to suck her clit and hit her G spot, she'll have an orgasm.
"Not now, not just yet," I think. "I want to take her on a longer, more intense sexual journey; one that will be mind-blowing, emotional, and exciting."
I wedge a pillow under her bum, my tongue circles her anus. Exploring her tight anus, I taste some dried salty remains from before. She groans. I press her clit against her pubic bone with my thumb, which must be a bit painful. I massage her labia with my fingers. My tongue darts and flicks around her anus, licking her perineum and other sensitive spots. Knowing she's close from her moans and heavy breathing.
I take a deep breath and blow hot air on her tasty, trembling, wide open vagina, almost sticking my finger in without touching.
Now, if I gently touch her clit and G spot, she'll have an orgasm. (Not happening yet.)
I plan to take her on a roller coaster ride to an even higher level of pleasure than before.
I grab and pull at her labia, treating her sex aggressively - not tender anymore. Sharon's eyes open wide, shocked by my rough tactics. I've not seen her respond this way before. She'd asked for BDSM, and this is just like how I used to treat her, kicking things up a notch.
I stretch my arm out, preparing to snap her clit. Her breath catches, her eyes widen in fear. I repeat the action for a second time.
"AHHHHH!" Sharon makes a loud, disappointed sound. I hit her left tit with my free hand. A loud smack follows by one to her right. Sharon twitches, but still exhibits a lustful expression. I twist and pinch her lower lips, and she groans, closing her eyes. Chantelle whips her overmy breasts rapidly with a flogger. Another sharp crack reverberates through the room, followed by a deep sigh of satisfaction from Sharon.
"Mmmmm, I like that."
I go back to snapping her clit. Chantelle whacks her tits with the flogger.
"OH GOD YES, GIVE ME MORE!" Sharon is now relaxed and open to the constant cycles of pleasure and pain.
Chantelle moves away and sits above Sharon's face.
"Lick my ass, bitch." Chantelle hits her breasts again.
Bingo.
I adjust my body so I'm under Sharon. I grab her hips and pull her towards me. I push my cock tightly inside her from this angle. Chantelle then decides to sit on top of her, pinning her to the bed.
Sharon's hips are humping and grinding, getting constant contact on her g-spot.
"You better make me cum before you!" Chantelle spanks her clit with the flogger.
Groaning, Sharon gasps for breath. Chantelle grabs her breasts and squeezes them harshly, pinching and twisting.
I swing the flogger around hitting every part of Sharon's body, focusing on her lower parts - her vulva. Sharon's body tenses, gasping brokenly.
"That's good." Chantelle has her orgasm while happily grinning at me. Taking the Hitachi and placing it on Sharon.
I try pinching her clit, but it's so wet, I slip off. But I hold her lips and tug them. Sharon is nearing orgasm. I hold the Hitachi against her clit.
"OH, FUCK YES, RIGHT THERE," Sharon climaxes, shooting out deposits on me.
"SLAP ME!"
"FUCK, FOREVER! AAAAHHHH, YESSSS, UUUHHHH, UHHHH!"
Her muscles tense, body letting out moans.
I reposition myself, needing more stimulation to finish. I lift her bottom and put pillows under it. I instruct her to lock her hands around her ankles.
Her wide open pussy is now pointing straight up and still spasming. Trying to hold herself in this position, her legs are now shaking.
I rise up, positioning myself behind her. Chantelle moves into some space, positioning me over her anus. I push hard and force my cock all the way inside her. Sharon screams in shock mixed with pain. I keep slamming into her, causing another intense orgasm. I keep at it, pulling her against me, causing another intense, extended orgasm.
Chantelle also fits a Hitachi in her, pumping the vibrator's head against her vulva.
"OOOOOH, GOD, YES. RIGHT THERE," Sharon moans in a shaky voice.
I squeeze her nipples harder, seeing her body writhing with pleasure.
Sharon shudders.
"TURN AROUND!" Sharon, still shaking from her intense orgasm, rolls over.
Posing her for anal sex, I lift her hips, placing two pillows beneath her. I bind her hands behind her back.
Sharon's huge open cunt is up in the air, her inner muscles still contracting from her previous climax, but not ejaculating.
Chantelle aligns me and in one swift motion, I push my entire length completely inside her up through her anal opening. Sharon screams. I continue to thrust with full force, stirring her into yet another intense orgasm. Seeing a pulse going through her tremendous geysers of liquid.
Chantelle inserts her fingers deep into her.
"OH MY GOD, THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING" I hear her murmur, while watching her twitch and moan.
I kneel, grabbing her buttocks, able to move it around, driving myself deep into her. Sharon's directly checks the vibrator against her swollen lips.
"FUCK, YES, MAKE ME COME, PLEASE."
"YES! FCK ME MORE, FCK ME!", I hear her pleas. I'm still inside her, my tongue in her mouth, my other hand holding one of her ankles, keeping her positioned perfectly for me to continue thrusting, my other hand is stroking her clit relentlessly with a Hitachi Magic Wand. "When I cum", I whisper softly in Chantelle's ear, "I want you to fist her, dominate her."
"HOLY F*CK!... mmhmmghhhh, GODDAMN." She cries out, another shudder ripples through her body, as she has her third orgasm. I can hear her footsteps but I stay focused on my mission. I pull out, shooting my load on her, her body trembles from the nerve-striking orgasm.
Chantelle comes over, taking the Hitachi. "Do it, Chantelle", I say lustfully. "Fist that bitch's cunt." She tightly grasps my sperm deposited between her fingers, smearing it on Sharon's gaping opening. I maintain my hold on her ankle, and she sits beside her.
Chantelle makes a torpedo out of her hand, her thumb obscured by her fingers. She swipes my jizz, smearing her now damp fingers on Sharon's sensitive area. I join her, pressing against her fist. "Fist it!" I shout. Chantelle pulls her hand free, covered in our mixture of cum and her juices. A sharp intake of her breath shows that she's managed to get it in partway.
Feeling a mixture of sadistic pleasure and dominance, I cover her hand. I twist her wrist, intending to force her entire hand inside Sharon. She shrieks as we combined effort depart.
"OH MY F*CKING GOD!", she cries out, a strong stream of cum on my legs pushed her fist further in.
"WHOA!" I shout, I twist and shove Chantelle's fist deeper. "Sharon quakes". My deliberate strokes send trembles through her body and she cries out once more.
"GODDAMN!", she exclaims again, I continue the rhythm, driving her fist deeper, and leg movements grow violent.
"Geez!", she yells out a final time, Chantelle withdraws, albeit with some complaint. I finally release her ankle, and stand next to them.
Sharon is still moaning, grabbing her breasts, shifting and twisting. She's obviously very sensitive, shivering, twitching, like a fish out of water, or an epileptic in a seizure. Chantelle hands me a towel, attempting to wipe down the woman.
"FCK OFF", Sharon says, kicking at Chantelle. "GET THEFCK OFF FROM ME."
A sneer takes my face as I imagine the outrage of my exes. They can have all the crappy sex they want with someone else's cock, but they'll never feel being with me. What a sad existence.
I walk away, realising they might fuck all night. I think about leaving but understand that THAT could be misconstrued. Most likely, Sharon would leave.
I return to reflect on the night's events, imagining the shame in her exes' faces. They've lost any chance of experiencing what I just did.
I take a joint and a glass, smoking while listening to the moans of my three sexy women, recalling how my cock won in every category. With smugness, I'm confident arousal will prevail. Sharon is at the door, moaning lightly, she wants more.
"No thanks, we're not interested," Chantelle replies with indifference. "We have what you don't. I get amazing oral, better than any of you, and excellent G spotting, with a real cock, rather than your rubber."
Unsatisfied, I return to my own room. Proud that my exes will have no idea how much delight they're missing. I smoke and drink, before I think about leaving. A sense overcomes me that I should stay - I'd send the wrong message to Chantelle. Strutting back to bed, I watch them snuggle, near completion.
"Party's over Sharon, looks like they don't want you". (String ends)
"Are you really being sincere or just trying to hit on me?" She chuckles.
"I'm not wearing any pants right now. Are you saying that just to get me intimate with you? It's working!" She plants a kiss on me.
"It's not a joke. You've got a more impressive body, sexier, less inhibited, more honest, ready to be aggressive, the starter. More appreciative, funnier, hornier, sexier, more delicious, a tighter vagina, definitely a tighter ass." I laugh.
"Did I mention sexier, much more beautiful, sexier, you certainly are more seductive, sexier; oh, I may not have mentioned this yet, but you're sexier."
"You must be a broke man, are you infatuated? Has this charmer got you under her spell?"
"Yes, you have." I embrace her more closely.
"Perfect."
Chantelle pulls the blanket from the sofa cushions, covering us.
"What a charmed prince this queen has enchanted." She snuggles in, imitating a snoring sound; my arm keeps her close.
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