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The Division Bell

Chapter 3

The Dragon Friends.

Her love rains down on me easy as the breeze

I listen to her breathing it sounds like the waves on the sea

I was thinking all about her, burning with rage and desire

We were spinning into darkness; the earth was on fire

The compound that housed the humans was nestled in a small dale that lay off a much larger valley in the Welsh hills. That larger valley was populated with dragons, and Katie could see several dozen. Some were perched on rocky outcroppings, some were nestled in crags, and some were in flight. There seemed to be natural territorial boundaries that the various species respected. The Welsh Greens were gathered at the north end, two Swedish Short Snouts, a mated pair, Katie thought, were curled together in a dale not far away, a few other species Katie couldn’t recognize were dimly visible in the mist, and directly in front of them stood a huge, male Hungarian Horn Tail.

The first stunning surprise of the day happened immediately after Katie and Adrian had portkeyed onto the designated landing spot. A very beautiful, extremely fit, and of course heavily tattooed woman had met them with a dragon calmly walking along beside her. “Bell? Pucey?” she asked.

Adrian had stood and gawked at the dragon, while Katie haltingly said, “Yeah?”

“My name’s Edgecomb, Alice Edgecomb.” She made the kissing sound and the dragon lowered its head. “This is Atlas,” she said, and scratched him behind the front set of horns. “Come on,” she said commandingly. “Get up here, show no fear, and do what I’m doing.”

Katie’s eyes could not get any wider. Was she serious? This thing was ten feet at the shoulder, and made of pure muscles, bones, sharp teeth, and spiny plates. It had to weigh five tons at least. She shook her head and marshalled her Gryffindor courage. Slowly but calmly, she walked to the dragon keeper’s side.

“That’s it,” said Alice. “Now, right here behind these horn protrusions.” As Katie dipped her hand behind the plates she found a velvety soft skin. “A nice firm scratch,” Alice continued, “Don’t be afraid, he likes it.”

Katie had a large dog as a child, and she gave the dragon the same kind of fingernail scrub that her dog loved. The dragon responded with something that sounded like a cross between a cat purring and a locomotive. He also pushed her sideways with his head about four feet. Katie smiled back at her stunned partner.

“Very good, you’re a natural.” said Alice. “Get over here, Pucey, you both have to make contact or you can’t come in.”

“O- okay,” Adrian said haltingly. “This is necessary?”

Alice laughed, and said, “If you’re interested in being something besides a tasty snack, yes.”

Adrian reluctantly approached the dragon. “Over here, Adrian,” said Katie. “Right here next to me, reach in here, okay.” She leaned into him and whispered in his ear, “Just like you did to my back in the shower this morning.”

Adrian smiled at the memory and totally forgot to be terrified. He scratched the dragon with vigour and was rewarded with a loud purr and a head butt. “You are a big love bug, aren’t you?” he asked the dragon. Atlas nudged him again and presented his neck for more scratching. “Yeah, okay,” said Adrian, and he gave the dragon a good long scratch, until the animal’s rear leg began to twitch.

“All right, you big slut,” Alice said to the dragon. “Don’t milk it.” She turned back to Katie and Adrian. “You’re being allowed in on the condition that you will follow the Code of the Friends. This is the first secret. We are not jailers. Come on.”

“Edgecomb?” Katie said. “Are you related to Marietta?”

“She’s my younger sister.” Alice gave Katie an appraising look. “You were in the D.A.?”

“Yeah, listen, I’m sorry…”

Alice shook her head. “Don’t be, she fucked up.”

“Well, okay then.”

“Granger came by after the war and dispelled the enchantment.” Alice smiled. “Mari’s doing well now, working for Ollivander, in fact.” She pointed across the valley to her left. “Those are the Hebrideans.”

Alice led them down a gravel path that snaked its way through the valley, Atlas slowly walking along beside them. “The Welshies colonized this valley before people came to Great Britton; they’ve been here ever since. When the International Dragon Confederation was setting up the International Dragon Reserve we were asked to supply some of them. We asked if we could have a representative sample of the other species in exchange, sort of like a genetic lifeboat in case something bad happens. The dragons agreed and so we have a second, smaller, multi species haven here.”

“What do you mean, ‘the dragons agreed?’” Adrian asked.

Alice stopped and turned to him. “Secret number two, dragons are smart, very smart.”

She led them through the valley along the gravel path, stopping now and again to talk about the various dragons they were passing. When they arrived at the area the Horntails occupied, Atlas left them to cuddle with his mate.

“Ariadne is the one Harry Potter faced in the Triwizard Tournament,” Alice told them. “She’s still a little skittish around brooms so it’s not a good idea to fly near here. Plus, there’re some other things about her you’ll learn.”

“I wouldn’t imagine flying anywhere in this valley is a good idea,” Adrian quipped.

“Oh, no, not at all, they love to fly with us.” Alice smiled. “You’ll see.” She laughed. “No, it’s just Ariadne. She’s… got a long memory. We got her and Atlas away from the Romanians after the tournament. Took a good, long time for her to trust us, to accept that we weren’t like them.”

Adrian looked puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“Not everyone keeping dragons does it with love like we do,” said Alice. “There’re still a lot of people doing it the old way, like the Romanians, but we’re convincing folks, slowly but surely, not to trade in dragon products that don’t come from the Friends. Ollivander, for instance, has gone to whiskers instead of heartstrings for his wands. Works every bit as well, and they shed them twice a year.”

Katie nodded. “As opposed to a heartstring, which I suppose they’re somewhat attached to.”

“Precisely. And since the treaty we have a black market in dragon products to deal with too, so it’s a challenge.”

They walked on. Katie was watching three adolescents, a Swedish Short Snout, a Fireball, and a Welsh Green frolicking in the big common field as they neared the keeper compound. “How long do they live?” she asked Alice.

“Quite a long time, you’ll learn a lot in the next few weeks.” She smiled wryly. “Maybe more than you bargained for. Here’re your quarters.” She pointed to a small cabin. “We were told you don’t mind sharing a room. That’s good, ‘cause we don’t run a hotel. Dinner’s in an hour and a half. Don’t be late or you’ll be hungry.” Alice looked at them seriously. “Atlas has marked you; you have his scent on you. You’ll be welcome all along the path, but don’t stray off it. After tonight you’ll be able to go pretty much anywhere, but for now, don’t leave the path.” With that she strode away toward the large central building.

Adrian walked up the three steps to their cabin and opened the door. “Charming,” he said in a deadpan voice. Katie looked over his shoulder.

“Well it’s not nearly as bad as that room in Manchester,” she said as she surveyed the sparse accommodations. The little building had a single room with two beds on either side, a table and two chairs, and a small set of cabinets with a table top burner and a kettle sitting on it. A door at the back let out onto a small porch. Through the window in the back door she could see a path led from there to a building that housed the loos and showers. “Better than the training camps,” Katie said with her chin on his shoulder.

“No, not bad.” He turned and pulled her into his arms. “And we have a cabin all to ourselves.” He smiled, half wicked and half joyful. Katie pulled him into a kiss.

<*>

The interior of the great common building was a thing of wonder. Intricate carvings were worked into the structure. The pillars that supported the roof were carved into founts of dragon fire, the benches and tables sported dragon motifs on their legs and sides, and the door lintels, window sills and sashes also featured the creatures. A fire burned in a hearth in the centre of the room, the smoke rose into a huge copper chimney reaching up through the roof. Tables with benches surrounded the hearth, and around the tables sat the dragon keepers. Katie looked across the room and saw Charlie Weasley emerging from a door at the back of the hall carrying a large cauldron. He set it on the table that held the rest of the evening’s meal and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Katie took Adrian’s hand and led him to the food table. “Good evening, Charlie,” she said. “Didn’t know you were the cook.”

“I’m not,” he said, and laughed. “They’d feed me to Moraga if I cooked every day.” Smiling, he said, “We take it in turns, keeps everything fair. Today it’s the Horntail friends. That’s me, Alice, Mary, and Donald.”

“Smells marvellous,” said Adrian. “What is it?”

Charlie nodded. “Alice and Donald are quite the chefs.” He looked at the cauldron. “This is their seafood stew. It’s got Mussels, clams, shrimp, fish, tomatoes, some garlic, basil, a few other spices; oh, and some red pepper.” He winked. “We like it hot,” he sniggered. “And then they cook the whole mess in half fresh and half seawater.” He chuckled again and patted Adrian on the back. “It’s pretty fucking good.” Pointing to a table with some unoccupied benches next to it he said, “You’re with us, I’ll be right back.”

Adrian led Katie to the table and they sat side by side. The door to the kitchen area opened again, and the four Horntail friends emerged with baskets of breads. “Dinner!” Charlie called, and the rest of the dragon friends rose from their seats. As in any large common eating area, the noise level rose as everyone filed through the line, laying vegetables and fruits on their platters, and filling bowls with the steaming stew. Most took a roll or chunk of bread and laid it atop their bowl. As Adrian and Katie joined the line at the rear, another, older dragon keeper introduced himself.

“Alasdair Wilson,” he said, and extended his hand to Adrian.

“Adrian Pucey, this is Katie Bell,” he said, and slid sideways so that Katie could take the man’s hand.

“Good to meet you, Alasdair. Who do you look after?” she asked. He smiled broadly. These people love their jobs, she thought.

“I care for the Viperteeth.” He motioned them to come closer. “Everybody thinks theirs are the most dangerous, but really it’s the Teeth.”

Adrian smiled. “Yeah, why’s that then?”

And Alasdair was off. He told them, in great detail, about the dangers of befriending an animal that actually preferred the taste of people, that possessed incredibly venomous fangs, and that could mimic its surroundings better than all the rest. They learned that the Peruvian dragons were smaller than the average but, in his opinion, much more lethal than even the Hungarians.

“They lose a few hundred people a year to them in Peru and Bolivia. The South American administration wanted to exterminate them a few decades ago. They even tried a bit, but it turned out to be, um… more of a challenge than they thought.” He laughed.

“Alasdair convinced you that the Teeth are the finest in the park yet?” Charlie asked with a smile as they came to the end of the line and picked up their bread. “Hi, Al.”

“They do sound challenging at the least,” said Adrian.

Katie looked at the older man. “We’ll have to get to know the rest before we can give you our opinion, Alasdair.”

“That’s a fair cop,” he said, and excused himself to join his fellow Teeth handlers.

“Everyone thinks theirs are the most dangerous,” said Charlie as he led them to the Hungarian’s table. “Really it’s the Horntails, though.” Katie and Adrian shared a look, each silently daring the other not to laugh. The stew was very good. Katie devoured hers in short order and rose to refill her bowl.

“Told you,” said Charlie. “And you may want to skip a second pass.”

She turned and looked at him. “Why’s that?”

“Well, I did mention the ceremony.”

“Yeah, and-?”

“You’re going to get a tattoo; you really don’t want to do that on a full stomach.”

Katie sighed in disappointment. “Oh, all right,” she said and sat back down. “It’s so good, though.”

Alice took Katie’s bowl from in front of her. “I’ll get you some and store it away for a midnight snack if you want.” She was up and off to the food table before Katie could answer.

<*>

“Showtime,” Charlie said, and he rose from the table. The bowls, platters, utensils, and napkins had been cleared and the dragon keepers were lounging, drinking beer, and telling tales. Katie marvelled a bit at the normalcy amongst the weird. It was just like any other pub, with the exception that everyone but she and Adrian were tattooed, and the large double doors had just been opened to allow a Welsh Green to squeeze into the room. Other than that, she thought, perfectly normal.

“My fellow Dragon Friends,” Charlie called out loudly. The room quieted. “We have two who would join us, two who would aid us in seeking out those who have violated the Kind, two who know the price, two who would be Friends. I will vouch for them; do I have a second?” All his fellow Hungarian friends rose from their seats, as did Alasdair and his fellow Vipertooth friends. Several others started to rise and Charlie called out again, “We have support for the befriending.”

He turned to Adrian and Katie. “You have been told the first two secrets; will you swear to keep those and all others we show you and tell you secret as well? Will you make the vow?”

“Yes,” they said in unison.

He nodded solemnly. “Our version of the unbreakable vow is far different from the one you are familiar with. Now for the first challenge; remove your clothes.”

Katie looked at him with surprise written on her face, and many of the nearby Friends laughed. Alice looked at her, smiling. “Don’t be shy, none of us are, and you’re fine examples anyway.”

Katie shrugged, looked at Adrian who was smirking madly, and undid the clasp of her robe. Adrian, she noticed, had no trouble getting naked in front of these people. He was out of his clothes in seconds; it was one of his many talents she was growing to appreciate. She blushed as she got down to the purple bra and knickers that she thought only Adrian was going to see that night.

“Lovely,” said Mary, the other female Hungarian friend. “Where do you shop?”

“Agent Provocateur, it’s a muggle establishment. The prices are good and the garments are exceptional,” said Katie as she stepped out of her knickers.

“I wonder if you’d mind taking me and Alice some time, we have to keep these two entertained,” said Mary, and she tilted her head toward Charlie and Donald.

“Sure, I didn’t realize you were…”

Mary laughed. “We’re not, you’ll see.”

“Come,” said Charlie, and he led them by the hand to stand beside the huge Welsh Green dragon. “This is the Dilys Banon, her name is Asgre.” He turned to the dragon, dropped his robe to the ground and was as naked as Katie and Adrian. Like all the Dragon Friends he was in incredible physical condition. He was a solid mass of muscles, his skin was tanned from long hours shirtless in the sun, and what skin wasn’t tanned was tattooed. Katie smiled as she read the names of his family written down his left arm, and a small lump formed in her throat when she noticed Fred’s name was surrounded by a halo. Then for the first time Katie saw his dragon tattoo completely. A stylized dragon lay curled on his back. As she watched it woke, reared, and spread its wings wide across Charlie’s shoulders. “I stand before the Dilys Banon. I would have these join the friends. Will you allow this, or will you consume us in fire?” he asked the dragon, with his eyes closed and his arms spread wide.

Asgre drew a long sniff up Katie’s body, and then she did the same with Adrian. The dragon reared back on its hind legs and inhaled deeply. Then she dropped down on all fours with her face feet from Adrian, Katie, and Charlie. A deafening roar nearly toppled the three humans but Katie stayed on her feet and didn’t move. She looked to her side and saw Adrian had rocked back on his heels but was recovering. They were both shaking slightly, and then the dragon did something that Katie didn’t know they could do: she laughed. That really did sound like a locomotive.

“You pass the first test,” Charlie said, and smiled. “You’d be surprised how many don’t.” He turned around and faced the assembled Dragon Friends. When Katie and Adrian turned they saw that everyone had removed their robes. The entire room was filled with naked people… and a dragon. All of the humans had a dragon tattooed on their back, and every one of them was unique. Most, like Charlie and Alice, had many more tattoos.

“Will the artists step forward,” said Charlie. Two men and two women made their way to the front of the crowd and stood before Katie and Adrian. “Now the second test and the vow, face me and the Dilys Banon.” Asgre lowered her head just as Atlas had done. A small burst of fire shot from her nostrils, and then her tongue flicked out and tapped Katie just above the navel.

“Ouch,” she said softly. It felt like she’d been branded, which she had. A small, V shaped red mark shown where Asgre’s tongue had touched her. “Not bad,” she commented to Adrian.

Adrian made no sound when Asgre repeated the same process on him. The dragon stood up on her front legs, and roared again. “She approves,” Charlie said, low, just for them, and then he said in a loud voice, “Lean upon the Dilys Banon and make your vow.” Katie and Adrian placed both their hands on the knees of the dragon and the four artists stepped up behind them. “Do you swear to keep the secrets of the Dragon Friends, and to only reveal what the council allows?”

“Yes,” they said. A searing pain started in the centre of her back and a few tears formed at the corners of her eyes. She ground her teeth and kept quiet.

The corner of Charlie’s mouth twitched toward a smile. “Do you swear to never consume any part of your friends?”

“Yes,” they said again. The pain spread across the whole of her upper back and started down. The tears fell but she still kept silent. Beside her she heard Adrian grunt but that was all. Her strong Slytherin was holding up well, and she smiled through the pain.

Charlie smiled back and said softly, “Will you swear to protect them, and to keep them in your heart as they keep you in theirs?”

“Yes.” She whispered. The pain was nearly unbearable, and the warning Charlie had given her about a second pass at the stew now made sense as her stomach roiled. Her knees shook and she almost collapsed as her back felt like it was being pricked with a thousand needles and covered in hot coals, but then something cold and wonderful flowed over her burning skin. Katie looked up and saw a tear fall from Asgre’s eye onto Adrian’s back, and he too sagged in relief.

“Dragon Friends,” Charlie shouted. “The vow is made! The bond is secured! Welcome the initiates!”

The crowd surged forward and Katie was suddenly being helped to a seat. The woman behind her was casting a healing charm on her back and another was doing the same to Adrian.

“That was shorter than I thought it would be,” Katie said to the woman behind her. She heard the woman snigger and then say, “Oh, you’re not nearly done yet.”

“There’s more?” Katie asked, a little alarmed.

“Yes, but the painful part’s over.” The woman’s tone was mirthful and not what Katie expected. “Here, have a drink.” A pint of beer was suddenly in her hand. She downed it in one go. “Feel better?”

She did. “Yes, loads.”

“All right, stand up and receive us,” Charlie said.

Adrian stood beside her, and the Dragon Friends queued in front of them, Charlie at their head. “Charlie Weasley, Horntail,” he said, and shook each of their hands.

“Alice Edgecomb, Horntail.”

“Enoch Brandywine, Hebridean. “

“Alasdair Wilson, Vipertooth. Welcome.”

And so it continued, all forty four Dragon Friends introduced themselves. Katie noticed that all of them were indeed in prime physical condition, all of them bore a myriad of little burn scars, and all of them were invariably delighted to meet them. It was the most welcoming environment she had ever been in, and she understood their passion for their work and their coworkers. She even envied them a little. Clean white robes were brought forward for them, and the other Dragon Friends redressed themselves.

“Our initiates have made the vows and taken the marks. They are Dragon Friends!” Charlie called to the crowd. Their fellow Friends cheered, and a sound much like bass flute issued from Asgre. Katie looked up in surprise at the dragon, and suddenly she knew what Asgre was thinking. Adrian gasped by her side. It is our call, our song, they felt from her. It wasn’t like Legilimency where the thoughts and words were precise, it was more a knowing. The words were human interpretations of the dragon’s thoughts.

“The tattoos don’t just bind you to the vow, that’s only a small portion of their magic,” said a woman who had introduced herself as Lisa Anne Jones, Welshie. “I am bound to the Welshies. Asgre’s thoughts are very strong, aren’t they?”

Katie nodded, her eyes never leaving the dragon. “I can feel her.”

“As can I,” said Adrian. He smiled and stroked the dragon’s leg, fear the farthest thing from his mind, he thought and chuckled. “She’s a mother.” He looked up into the dragons eyes. “And a very good one.” Then his face fell. “One of them was hers,” he said low and angry. “And another was Ariadne’s.” His face became hard. “We will find your children, Asgre. We will find them, and the ones who took them, and when we do they won’t face us.” He stopped, shook his head, and chuckled without humour. “No, no, they won’t face our laws, they will face you.” His hand covered his heart. “By Salazar, I swear it.”

“Already got a bit of the dragon fire in your soul, do ya?” Alasdair said from behind him. “Good!”

Katie turned from Asgre, who was looking at them with care and protectiveness that she could feel, and she looked at Alasdair. “It’s incredible, Alasdair, this bond.” She looked back at Asgre. “How could anyone want to hurt them?”

“They do so to their great peril,” another woman said from behind Alasdair.

“Yes they do, Ellen,” said Alasdair and he looked at the two before him. “The third secret is that dragons and the magical world are entwined, interwoven, and what happens to one happens to the other.”

A tall black man, Harold Wilson, said, “When the great wave of dragon slayings happened, a huge amount of magic was swept from the world. Those were the dark ages. We don’t understand why, but the Kind are necessary, and the more of them there are, the more magic there is, and the more magical children are born.”

Charlie appeared at their side again. “Now for the final part of the bonding and the last great secret, they need us as much as we need them. Asgre will take you to her lair, and together you will perform the mating ritual.”

Adrian turned to Charlie. “The what?”

<*>

Riding a dragon was the last thing Katie thought she would do in her life, and that she was doing it naked was unimaginable. Asgre was soaring through the clouds and preparing for another dive. Beside her Kaddyl, Asgre’s mate, flew with Adrian astride his back. “They need us to save them in their mating ritual,” Charlie had told them. “Before the Friends, most dragons died in mating, usually the first time. That’s why they were so rare. With the bond, we can call to them, we can wake them.”

Asgre pulled up into a steep climb and Katie was pushed back onto a dorsal plate. She had expected riding a dragon naked to be uncomfortable at best, but it was exactly the opposite, she fit. Her legs tucked perfectly beside the base of Asgre’s neck, and the plates along her spine formed a natural saddle. Adrian had wondered at the same thing before the dragons had soared into the night sky, and the rushing air had made conversation impossible. Katie held on tight to the plates on Asgre’s neck as the immensely strong animal powered its way thousands of feet into the sky. The magic was swirling between them all, from the tattoo on her back, my dragon, she thought, through Asgre and Kaddyl, to Adrian and his dragon. She could feel her dragon, it was awake and spreading its wings in sympathetic flight. The dragon beneath her let out a roar that Katie now recognized as the mating call, and suddenly Kaddyl was there. The two dragons grappled together and fell.

Through the bond Katie could feel the pleasure pouring from Asgre, Kaddyl’s long, thick member sliding into her centre and twisting to and fro. She could feel the dragons slipping into a kind of trance as wave after wave of intense stimulation shot through them. Their flutelike song of love carried over the roar of the air. The two notes melded and a third and sometimes a forth note formed a chorus in the song. The dragons twitched and shuddered in ecstasy. A few feet away Adrian looked into her eyes, and then back towards the rapidly approaching earth.

“One,” he mouthed.

“Two.”

“Three!”

ASGRE! Katie shouted in her mind. The dragon twitched but didn’t come awake. ASGRE, NOW! The dragon twitched again, opened her eyes and licked her mate’s snout. He licked her face, they wound their necks together one last time, separated, and pulled out of the death spiral dive. Katie saw Kaddyl, with Adrian on his back, soar across the valley, push off a rocky crag in mid flight, and sweep back up into the moonlit night.

Once more, friends, Katie felt from Asgre. She smiled. As much as you desire, Dilys Banon, she thought to the great green friend beneath her. Katie was in a state of bliss she hadn’t felt since she was a child. It was a completeness, a peace, soaring through the clouds on the back of a dragon, and she laughed at the absurdity of it all. The air tearing past her body should have been chilling her to the bone, but Asgre was very warm, almost hot to the touch, and the air around her was balmy. As they thrust themselves back up to the dizzying heights Katie wept from the sheer joy of it.

<*>

“Oh, Adrian, that was the most intense experience I’ve ever had,” Katie said as she dropped to the ground outside Asgre and Kaddyl’s lair. He ran up to her and embraced her, kissing her passionately. He was very hard, and she was extremely aroused. Adrian cupped both of her arse cheeks in his hands, and she ground herself into him. “I need you, I need you now.”

Come, it is your time, she felt from Asgre. The dragons were huge dark shapes in the moonlight, barely discernable as green. We have prepared a nest for you. They followed Asgre and Kaddyl into the short cave. The two dragons curled around a large pile of hay in the centre of the cave, and with her teeth Asgre lifted one of the white robes off of the rock it was draped over. The dragon laid it carefully on top of the hay, nuzzled once with her mate, and then they both fell sound asleep.

Katie and Adrian climbed onto the nest cupped between the two sleeping dragons. “She is so right, our turn,” said Katie, and without further conversation she slid down Adrian’s body and took his cock in her mouth.

“Oh gods, Katie,” he gasped. “Could you feel them? Could you feel what they were feeling?” He asked. “It was…”

She nodded and pulled from him. “I know.” And she took him again.

The dragons stirred in their sleep, and Kaddyl let out a long slow breath that warmed the air in the cave. The two human occupants were soon writhing in their own mating ritual. The magical aura that had imbued them during the dragons mating drove them into a maelstrom of sexual energy, and they were helpless in its power. Adrian rolled Katie onto her back and straddled her face. She continued to run her mouth around his cock and bollocks while he kissed his way down her stomach, past her navel, and slid his head between her thighs to dip his tongue into her hot wet centre.

Katie squealed and took him as far as she could. She smiled as his balls brushed her nose. He was swirling his tongue over her, driving her mad. She was taking him fully and then rolling her tongue around his cock as she withdrew only to take him again. Smiling to herself she wrapped a hand around his arse and pressed a fingertip to his opening.

“Oh, Katie, oh gods,” he said, and thrust against her.

She smiled and ever so gently slid her small finger into him. Just one knuckle, just a little, and he was undone. He licked her savagely as he came. She swallowed as fast as she could but still his cum flowed out of the sides of her mouth and into her hair. She didn’t care because moments later she was falling, too.

A/N; Quote from the Pink Floyd Album, The Division Bell. song Take It Back
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