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 The Love Server - Part 1 - Him

   As he entered her room, his only thought was of getting off and getting
some sleep for tomorrow's trip.  He was excited about going on the hunt,
but he needed to relax.

   He'd seen her many times in the village proper, gathering what he
assumed were the things she needed for her role in their small community.
He always admired her shining hair and bright smile.  He'd been with many
of the village's women, but tonight was the first time he'd entered her
room.  The differences struck him as odd, but not unpleasant.  The first
thing he noticed was the intoxicating smell of fruit and flowers.  Most of
the Love Server's rooms smelled of body odor and dust.  The second thing
was the sheer number of candles.  He was used to one or two lit candles,
both a conservation of wax and a show of respect - shadows to hide the face
of the Love Server.  He noticed, too, what he already knew: her body was
plumper than most; her breasts heavy and large, her waist curving
spectacularly into her hips which swelled into an even plumper behind.

   She motioned for him to sit so that she could remove his shoes.  On her
knees, bent to the task, her hair flowed to cover her face and breasts. 
She set his shoes aside and sat back on her heels, knees spread wide.  The
routine was familiar to him.  It was at this point that he would normally
pull the woman's head into his lap and thrust into her mouth until he came.
He surprised himself by standing up and pulling her to her feet in front of
him.  He had the strangest ...  need.  Yes, he needed to explore her body,
especially her hair.  He slowly slid his large hands over her stomach to
lightly grip her waist and instead of pulling her to him; he moved his own
body until his chin rested in her hair.  The fruity, flowery smell, he
discovered, came from her.  Her hands were light on the back of his neck,
making lazy circles there.  He brought one palm up to the back of her neck,
under her heavy hair, to cup her head and, weaving his fingers through the
silk, he tugged until she was looking up at him.  He brushed his lips
against hers and his gut gave a violent twist.  He stepped back and stared.
The feeling had gone in the same moment it came and he was confused.  He
had kissed a woman on the lips before and while it wasn't especially
unpleasant, it had never made him sick before.  He was breathing hard and
his heart beat unsteadily.  Shamed at his reaction to her, she turned away
and bowed her head; giving him the chance to recover his shoes and to
leave.

   Rather than sickness in the wake of his twisting stomach, he felt his
desire return twofold.  Reaching out with one shaking hand, he dragged his
fingers through her hair from the crown of her head to where it stopped
inches above her waist.  His palm continued to her delicious backside, and
she turned, shyly.  He fitted their bodies together again and now used both
hands to knead the flesh of her ass.  He pulled the cheeks apart and thrust
groin to groin, until she had to fling her arms around his shoulders for
balance.  With a barely contained growl, he bent his head and opened his
mouth to her neck.  He bit her; hard.  He could feel her cringe and
struggle not to pull away.  He sucked at her sweet skin for a moment before
letting go.  When he saw the mark he'd left, he felt an instant of guilt.
She could not be used again until it healed.  He bit her again.