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By Gun Brooke Seven watched as the gloriously naked Kathryn waded through the basin toward her. The sun ignited golden sparks in her auburn hair, and her skin glowed as if it was illuminated from within. Kathryn's breasts, average size for a human woman, swayed slightly and the dark red nipples puckered, perhaps from the mild breeze…perhaps for other reasons that made Seven’s human hand tingle and her body feel even heavier than normal under the water. Kathryn smiled at her as she approached, an almost feral grin that clearly meant something that Seven only understood on a very basic level. Her mouth dry, Seven reached out her hand just in time to watch Kathryn’s face change from sultry to surprised, pained, and then—she was gone! Staring in disbelief, Seven looked at the busy surface of the basin water, but there was no sign of Kathryn. Her thoughts filled with different scenarios of foul play on the Vegasolians part, but had to abandon them when a drenched, spluttering, cursing Kathryn suddenly surfaced. “Damn it, I forgot the stupid bench in the middle,” she groaned and seemed to be clasping her leg beneath the water. “Gods!” Seven waded over to her, careful to stay away from the treacherous bench. “Are you damaged?” “I don’t know. I don’t think I broke the skin, but there’s a big swelling forming.” Kathryn grimaced and then gave a startled sound when Seven lifted her up, one arm around her back and one under her knees. She placed Kathryn on the edge of the basin and examined her left shin. “You are right. The skin is not broken. It is severely reddened and will require a derma regenerator or you will be in a lot of pain.” Kathryn bent over to look at the bruised leg. “I’ll live,” she said with a huff. “Just a bump, really.” “I will summon Neeta. You can not function at peak performance like that.” Seven wasn’t pleased that Kathryn took it so lightly. Obviously it was a serious damage and Kathryn possessed no nanoprobes that could begin the healing process. “No, don’t do that.” Kathryn slipped into the basin again, wrapping her arms around Seven’s waist. She looked up at her, winking. “I’m not prepared to share you with anyone, when I’m in this heavenly place. Who knows when we’ll have this kind of privacy again?” Seven considered this. “If you are certain.” “I am.” Kathryn rose on her toes and placed a soft kiss on Seven’s lips. “I am very certain, darling.” Darling? Seven filed this term of endearment away for future examination. It was yet another first. The water brushed against them from all directions and which increased the hot sensations between Seven’s legs and in her chest. Her nipples were no longer plump and light pink, but darker and hard as moon-rock diamonds. As if Kathryn had read her mind, she cupped Seven’s left breast and lifted it gently. “I don’t want anyone watching us when I do this,” she told Seven and leaned closer. To Seven’s surprise, Kathryn kissed a circle around her breast and slowly closed in on the nipple, which seemed to ache for her touch. When Kathryn finally covered it with her mouth, Seven cried out, short and sharp, leaning her head back. “Oh!” Her tongue moving languidly, Kathryn licked it thoroughly, then began a sucking motion, something that loosened Seven’s vocal cords. She whimpered, unable to remain quiet, and not even sure if she should. The more she responded vocally, the more energized Kathryn became, and set on satisfying Seven. She moved back and forth between Seven’s nipples, leaving them bright red and sore in the most delightful way. Eventually Kathryn let go and kissed a trail up past Seven’s clavicle, nibbled at her neck, and then found her lips. The kiss was like no other kiss Seven had shared with Kathryn yet. Extraordinarily erotic, it was also connecting with something else inside Seven, something tender and vulnerable. Enticed and frightened at the same time, Seven returned the kiss. I can never deny her. Feeling Kathryn’s hands explore her body further down her stomach, Seven began to spread her legs under the water, helplessly wanting Kathryn’s most intimate touch more than anything.
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