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Leonore’s attention was wrenched away, back to her own body.
Jeff’s fingers were in her, his lips around her clit, sucking as he flicked his
tongue against its center. Leonore’s orgasm was close, and she released his
cock, hoping it wasn’t too late. She wanted to feel him come, but…not yet.

He pulled a slick finger from her pussy and slid it into her
anus, and she came almost instantly. Her back arched, and Jeff pulled his mouth
off her clit, panting.

Leonore had closed her eyes, but she opened them to see if
he was coming too. She didn’t think so—she would have felt it—but she wanted to
make sure.

Jeff’s cock glistened wetly with her saliva, and it looked
hard enough to cut diamonds, but he wasn’t coming yet.

“I have to fuck you right now,” Jeff said, his voice raspy,
and Leonore scrambled to change positions as he got to his knees and spread her
legs wide. He plunged his cock into her, like a sword sliding cleanly into its
sheath, all the way to the hilt.

Leonore shrieked and he growled.

She thrust her hips forward, easily finding his rhythm, and
the twin pounding of his cock and her cunt was almost too much pleasure to
bear.

Almost.

Leonore realized Jeff was saying something, speaking almost
in a chant. She tried to make out the words.

“Oh god, Leonore, let me fuck you. Let me fuck you. Let me
fuck…
ahhh
.”

The muscles of her pussy gripped him tight, and it was as if
she could feel every ridge and vein in his cock, just as she knew he could feel
every hot, wet crevice of her cunt.

“I always wanted,” Leonore panted, between thrusts, “to know
what it felt like to fuck me.”

“Now,” Jeff said, groaning, “you know.”

She wanted to squeeze him harder, tighter.

“Fuck me in the ass,” she managed to say. “I want to
feel…how tight it is. Please, Jeff…”

She sensed his hesitation—was this too much? But he pulled
his cock from her, leaving an excruciating void. His groan told Leonore that he
felt it too, and he helped her as she scrambled to her knees and turned her
back to him.

“Slowly,” she warned him. “You have to give me time to relax
and open up. If you go too fast, it’ll hurt.”

“If I hurt you, I’ll know,” he said, and Leonore realized he
was right.

She felt the head of his cock pressing against the tight muscles
of her anus, then begin to slowly push inside. She gave an involuntary squeeze,
and felt the shock from both sides of the equation, his and hers.
Delicious.

“A little more,” she breathed.

“I know,” he answered, and pushed farther inside. Leonore
felt the moment when her muscles, after a last hesitation, opened to admit him,
as his throbbing cock slid more deeply into her.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned. “That’s so tight.”

“I don’t know how long I can do this,” Jeff said, as he slid
back a few inches, then thrust again.

“Let’s find out,” she said, pushing back and accepting all
of him. “Come on, Jeff, fuck me. Fuck me until we both come.”

Groaning, he did as she asked.

Leonore’s magic, which had been enveloping them with a warm
buzz, letting them just feel the sensations, not interfering, suddenly flowed
into them with a vengeance. Every mirrored thrust, every twin pulse, every
stereo throb sizzled and popped with current. Leonore was in her body, in his,
in the room watching them. Colors swirled, sparks rose, and wave after wave of
pleasure reverberated through their flesh and into the surrounding air.

A voice was screaming, and Leonore didn’t know if it was
hers or Jeff’s, and it didn’t matter. As her orgasm began to rise, she was
aware of an increasing intensity in the throbbing pulse of his cock, a
contraction of his balls. She could feel these things from within her own body
and from inside his skin. When his cum burst into her, the release, for both of
them, felt as if Leonore were being lifted into the air.

The tendrils of her magic slowly, tenderly withdrew, like
tide retreating from a shore. Leonore opened her eyes, almost surprised to find
she was not floating, but lying amid a tangle of sheets and pillows. Jeff lay
on top of her, his cock still deep in her ass. As he slowly pulled it out,
Leonore realized she could no longer feel what he was feeling, only the slide
of his withdrawal from her very tender flesh. She rolled to one side, and he
settled next to her, then pulled her head onto his shoulder.

“If it’s always going to be like that,” he said, “I’m not
sure whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

“What do you mean?” Leonore asked.

“I may never make it to work again,” he said. “I’ll just
stay home and fuck all day.”

Leonore laughed. “You have babies to save, Jeff. You have to
get out of bed eventually.”

“Do I have to?” He pulled Leonore closer. “Can’t I save them
from here?”

“I can’t see how,” she told him. “As attractive as I find
the idea.”

He was silent for a moment, then drew back and settled on one
elbow, looking down at her. She couldn’t read his expression.

“I was thinking,” he said.

“No good can come of that,” Leonore said. She didn’t want to
change the mood, to go back to a reality where livings had to be made, and
dangers avoided. She wanted to stay in their comfortable sex cocoon.

“Leonore, I’m serious.”

She sighed, resigning herself to the inevitable. But when he
went on, what Jeff said surprised her.

“I may not be able to save children from this bed, but I
think there may be a way I can save them with you by my side.”

Leonore lifted her head from the pillow enough to shake it.
“I already told you, it drains my magic. I can’t heal your patients for you.”

“That’s not what I mean.” His expression was even more
solemn, and a tinge of worry threatened to ruin Leonore’s sex-induced euphoria.
“Leonore, I think there’s a way you can use your gift to safely help children.
Without depleting yourself too much, and without compromising the treatment of
others.”

Leonore waited. He stroked her hair. “You can help
me
.
If what you tell me is true, you would be able to tell whether a treatment is
working long before the lab tests and comparisons against control groups yield
any valuable information.”

“I-I could?” Of course she could.

“Yes.” His smile was absolutely gleeful. “All I can tell
from a test is that the subject has more or less of the right kind of cells in
his body. I can’t know whether that’s being caused by the treatment. That’s why
it takes so long to tell if something is actually working, to get the right
dosages, to know if there are any side effects. If I understand what you told
me earlier,
you
can.”

Leonore was dubious. “Even if I helped you, you’d still have
to go through all the regular testing before you got approval from the AMA.”

“That’s true. But a huge amount of the normal trial and
error I have to go through, before getting down to the real testing, would be
eliminated. You could help me shave years off the process.”

He stared into her eyes as if willing her to understand. Had
those eyes always been so blue, so intense? “Leonore, together, we could save a
lot of children’s lives. Thousands.”

Leonore felt a pressure in her chest, like a sob about to
break. But it wasn’t sadness. “Thousands?”

“Maybe tens of thousands.”

Leonore barely had time to process what that might mean,
when she heard the strains of
Spooky
coming from somewhere in the house.
Jeff started to laugh.

“I just realized, that’s your cell phone. I thought I heard
it playing while we were having sex and I thought I imagined it. I never would
have guessed you would pick that song for a ring tone.”

“I didn’t,” Leonore said, as the opening bars trilled again.
“Ludmilla—Millie—is always taking my phone and changing the custom tones.
Spooky
means that she’s the one calling—it’s her idea of a joke.” She looked at him.
“Seriously, you heard it during
that
? I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have
heard a police siren, if it was going off next to my head.”

“Like I said, I thought it was just part of the whole
experience.”

The ringing started again and Leonore groaned. “She’s not
going to give up.” She pulled herself from his arms. The air in the room was
warm, as if the heat of their sex magic lingered.

“There’s a bathrobe on the inside of the closet door,” Jeff
said, pulling the comforter up to his chin.

Leonore retrieved the robe, and put it on as she headed down
the stairs. Her cell phone was in her purse, which sat on the coffee table. She
managed to grab it before the call went to voice mail.

“What?” she asked, trying her best to sound annoyed.

It must not have worked, because Millie just laughed. “What,
yourself. You ignoring your phone? Were you and the good doctor doing the
nasty?”

“Never mind,” Leonore replied, her face flushing, even
though she knew no one could see her. She sat down on the sofa. “What’s so
important that you keep calling back?”

“We need to meet,” Ludmilla said, the teasing tone abruptly
gone from her voice. “All of us.”

Leonore sighed. Millie was right—if the
Draíodóir
was
still alive, they had to find him, or some way to deal with him. “When?”

“Tonight,” she said. “At seven.”

“Okay,” Leonore replied, resigned. “I can be home in twenty
minutes.”

“Not at your house,” Millie said. “According to what Tish
told me, the
Draíodóir
knows who you are. He probably knows where you live
too. She’s stopping by your place and picking up some clothes and you’re
staying at her house.”

“What about you?” Leonore asked. “He came to your shop.”

“We don’t know it was the same guy,” she said. “But Letisha
thinks I should let one of the girls take over managing the shop for a week and
tell everyone I’m taking a vacation, just to be safe. She wants me to stay at
her place too.”

“There’s only the one spare bedroom,” Leonore told her. “If
we both stay there, someone’s going to have to sleep on that horrible sofa of
hers.”

“You can stay here,” said a voice from behind Leonore. She
turned. Jeff had put his jeans back on and was coming down the stairs. “Sorry
to eavesdrop, but as long as that guy is still out there, I wouldn’t get much
rest if I thought you were somewhere he could find you.”

“Is that him?” Millie gushed in Leonore’s ear. “
Oooh,
sexy voice. And he wants to protect you—that’s so sweet. When do I get to meet
him?”

“Soon,” Leonore said, not sure if it was true. Oh hell, it
probably was. “So, we’re meeting at Letisha’s? Did someone get hold of
Lavinia?”

“Vinnie says she
might
come. I’m considering driving
down there and picking her up, since I promised Tish I’d stay away from the
shop.”

“Okay, I’ll see you at seven,” Leonore told her, and she ended
the call.

Jeff sat down next to her on the sofa. “So, is the coven
meeting?”

“We don’t use that word,” Leonore said. “We’re a circle of
sisters. But, yeah, we need to figure out what to do about the
Draíodóir
.”

“I’m serious about you staying here,” he said. “If you
don’t, I’ll just worry about you.”

She was quiet. The old Leonore would have said no without
thinking. But the idea of being here, of seeing him every day, of waking up in
his bed…

“Besides,” he said. “You have to drive me to work. My car is
a total loss, and I have a feeling your friend Tish is right about the
insurance company.”

“I thought you walked to work,” she said.

“Yeah, but it’ll be getting cold soon. You wouldn’t want me
shivering out there, would you?”

He was smiling, but there was something serious in his
expression too. She needed to be sure. “Jeff, I’ve never even dated anyone
seriously before. I’m not sure I’d be very good at…”

“Cohabit? Don’t worry, I’m a pro. I can get you letters of
recommendation from former live-in girlfriends if you like.”

“
Jeff!
” She picked up a sofa pillow and whacked him
with it. She was joking, but was surprised to feel a tinge of jealousy at the
thought of other women in his life. That was new too.

“Leonore, we can take it a day at a time. If it’s not working,
you can always stay with one of your sisters.” He put both arms around her.
“But I have a strange feeling it won’t come to that.

Weirdly, so did Leonore. But she wasn’t ready to tell him
that. “Well, if you’re sure…”

“I’m sure,” he said. He put one hand on her chin and lifted
her face so their lips were inches apart. “Besides, I’m supposed to be your one
true love. And who are we to fight destiny?”

Who, indeed?

The End

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