As the tongue circled her breast, Willow closed her eyes against hair that was both shorter and darker than that of her beloved and squirmed under the body, pinning her down, that was both leaner and harder than the soft flesh she truly desired. Teeth bit down and gently tugged the silver circlet pierced into Willow's nipple. "Goddess," she screamed.

"What's that, babe?" Kennedy asked, rising up, with a confident undulation, admiring how her lover's pale skin glowed against the dark sheets.

"Do that again?" Willow asked meaning, make me forget.

"That I can do," Kennedy said, leaning back down.