Decima playfully tapped the red rod she held against her exposed right thigh. The Three Sisters shared ageless beauty, but Decima appeared younger than Nona and Mors. She flashed a glance at Rhiann and said, “Come to me, pretty one.”
Rhiann cleared his throat and asked, “Did you say you want me to…?”
Decima purred, “Yes, sit by me.” She patted the luxurious cushion on the settee.
Rhiann walked to her. Decima stood and took his hand. She then planted a soft lingering kiss against his lips. Rhiann felt every nerve ending in his body exploding and felt sensations of manhood that were new to him. When Decima pulled her lips away, he gasped. She queried, “What’s wrong? Didn’t you like it?”
Rhiann flushed, stammered, and managed, “Oh, no, it was… pleasant. Very pleasant! It’s just… I’ve never kissed a woman before.”
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