I woke up the next morning feeling heavy and warm. My eyes were still closed, but I felt something wet and hot between my legs. I gasped, my eyes snapping open. The room was bright with morning light. I looked down, and my breath caught in my throat. Xercer was there. He was kneeling at the foot of the bed, his head buried between my thighs. He was naked, his broad, scarred back glowing in the sun. His tongue was moving in slow, expert circles against my center. Lick. Lick. Swirl. "Xercer... what are you doing?" I managed to whisper, my fingers digging into the silk sheets. He didn't say a word. He didn't even look up. He just used his large hands to spread my legs wider, giving him more room to work. He sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue flickering fast and hard. The sensation was so sharp, so intense, that I cried out. "Mmm-nnn-gh! Ah! Xercer, stop... no, don't stop! Ah! Ah!" I watched him. I watched the way his jaw moved, the way his muscles bunched in his neck as
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