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HOLLIS HAD MAGIC , a lot of magic, still, which was a happy discovery. He knitted her skin back together, fingers hovering over her flesh as he whispered words in some other harsh language under his breath.

This was while they were in an inn on the island in Scotland, a charming little place. Fifer couldn't understand the accent of the two dwarves who owned the place because it was so thick.

They were lying in bed together and she was naked because he had to get at all her wounds, and he was naked because his clothes had somehow disappeared while he was shapeshifted, and eventually it turned to kissing.

He still had a deer skull face, but he had a tongue now. The kissing was sort of sloppy, because his tongue was long and thick and he had to slither it out to taste her, to tangle it up with hers.

And the kissing led to, well, licking. Because the tongue, she was sort of curious about the tongue, and it turned out it was a very, very good tongue.

Hollis's tongue teased her to a sweet and breaking climax, leaving her wrung out and happy on the bed as he hovered over her.

She put her hands on him, on his skin. It was tanned, and he was all muscle and hair, and she found everything about him intriguing and delightful—because it was him, she thought, more than because he was some sort of ideal of masculine perfection, but, well, he was hot . He was very nicely put together. Wow.

Her hands ended up on his cock. It was bigger than Ross's. Longer and thicker, and his foreskin was different, and she found that sort of amusing in a delightful way. She started playing hide and seek with the head of him. She felt strangely affectionate towards Hollis's cock, she had to say. She liked it. She liked touching it and looking at and toying with it…

Hollis wasn't stopping her. He had his eyes closed—she could see, now that he had eyes. There were lids inside, under his skull.

She looked at that and a rush of love bubbled up in her, overwhelming. She loved this man. She bent down and planted a kiss on the tip of his cock.

"Shit," he breathed.

"Mmm." She drew him into her mouth, running her tongue over him.

"You don't have to do that."

"I know." She kissed the tip of him. "I'll stop if I want to." She gave him a series of kisses, alternating that with sucking the tip of him into her mouth. She experimented with taking him deeper into her mouth.

He sucked in a sharp noise, clearly liking it.

But it was a little intense for her. She went back to the tip of him instead, figuring she'd do this until she was done with it, and if he wanted to come, they'd negotiate that later.

But it wasn't but a few minutes later that he informed her, in a very thick voice, that if she kept doing that, he was going to come, and he didn't want to do it in her mouth.

And something possessed her—what, she couldn't quite say—to say in a high, breathy excited voice, "Oh, come in my mouth, Hollis, I want to taste you." It was hot in theory, anyway? Maybe it'd be hot in real life.

"Fuck, Fifer," he said in a tight voice, and the head of him swelled, and then he was just pumping it into her mouth.

Erm.

Well.

Semen was… yeah.

She swallowed it away out of desperation, just trying to make room because there was so much of it, and she didn't even get much of a chance to really taste it, but the texture of it was kind of horrific.

She gagged, coming off of him, making a face.

"Shit," he said. "Shit, I knew that was a bad idea." And leaped up to go get her a glass of water.

She drank away the texture and grinned at him. "No, it's fine now. It was just surprising, I think. I didn't know what to expect."

"We're never doing that again," he said.

"Never is such a final thing," she said with a shrug. "I don't know if we'll never do that again."