Lizandra bent to kiss him, slowly and wetly, swirling her tongue over his lips and darting it into his mouth. Suddenly that kiss was the most powerfully erotic sensation of his life; he moaned and arched into it and then she slid her gloved hands over his n*****s and he groaned, nearly screamed, into her wet mouth —it was a sensation as powerful as an orgasm, but without relief, and it went on and on and on...
“Looks like he’s about ready,” laughed a new feminine voice. It sounded very, very far away. It was the Countess. His head began to spin; he sank into a trance... “Let’s take him to the Chamber of Delights for his initiation, shall we?”
And that was the last he heard before the roaring sensation of pleasure blotted out his remaining thread of consciousness.
He was falling, spinnin
