WARNING:
THERE IS EXPLICIT SEX IN THIS STORY. I marked this clearly in the header. The sex is graphic, but all loving and consensual (and not that much worse than a typical romance novel). If reading sex scenes like that would offend you, please don't read this.

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Prologue

The candles had burned only a short way down, when Amanda finished casting her spell. Lowering her outstretched arms, she turned to stand in the middle of the sitting room facing him, her sea-green eyes and strawberry-blonde mane glinting and shimmering in the soft flickering light. Her always-romantic cavalier had arranged for the hotel concierge to provide a veritable forest of the mood-setting tapers around their suite, all of which he'd lit ceremoniously upon their return.

The look of undisguised amazement on her lover's face was enough to make her laugh. "See? I *told* you it would work!" she cried. The unholy glee in her own gaze suggested she was more than a little pleased at the success of her efforts.

Refusing to let the suddenly renewed hardness in his groin pressure him into grabbing his smirking lady and throwing her down on the floor and ravishing her right there and then -- even if he *knew* she wouldn't mind that in the least -- Wagner forced himself to stay still for a long moment, taking deep relaxing breaths, pushing away thoughts of how very sexy his lady looked in that little black nothing of a dress that clung possessively to every lush curve and swell. He recalled smugly how all eyes had been upon her when they'd been out dining in the elegant Italian restaurant earlier that evening. "I am not completely convinced we truly need any more aid than your own enchanting appearance, bezaubernde Amanda."

Once he was quite sure he had himself firmly in control again, the blue-furred leader of Excalibur stalked over gracefully to stand behind her, his three-toed feet making no sound as he padded across the thick, plush carpet. "But let us by all means take full advantage of *all* your skills, Schatzilein." Fingers also fewer and thicker than 'normal' brushed back heavy tresses, and his then-and-now girlfriend could feel his warm breath tickling on her neck while his husky voice said softly directly into her ear, "Beweg' dich nicht, Liebling." Then, since his lips were already in position, he took another minute or two to nibble gently on one sensitive earlobe (careful of his pointed fangs), while the sleekly furred triangle ending his highly functional and useful tail came up to run lightly around the intricate folds in her other ear. He felt her delightful shiver at the echoing sensations. But, minding his instruction to stay still, his girlfriend remained in the same casual standing position, legs slightly apart, hands at her side, letting him have his way with her instead of aggressively advancing their loveplay.

He ran his hands up along her bare arms, gently tracing delicate patterns on her skin, his special pupils letting him watch even in the dim illumination as each wave of tiny goosebumps rose and then subsided, while he marvelled anew how her smooth ivory flesh was so warm and soft. Then he bent, to reach down below her skirt to her bare legs; she hadn't bothered putting on pantyhose. She had lovely legs with slim ankles, just a little plump in all the right places. His fingers trailed down from her thigh to the back of her knee, then further, down her calf to her ankle, his tail repeating the same path on her other side.

Fingers grasping at her just above one foot, Wagner pushed upward lightly, while his tail wound around her other ankle to hold it still, and Amanda shifted her weight in response. He removed her shoe -- simple black heels, not particularly high -- slipping it off like some reverse Cinderella act with the prince removing her slipper instead of trying it on for fit. He gently manipulated her foot, running a finger across the top, then underneath along the sole from heel to toes. He'd given her foot massages before, of course, many times, but this was a light tickle that made her gasp and giggle and squirm a little bit as she balanced on the other foot.

Then he released her, and for a moment she stood there with one foot bare in the carpet, until he repeated the whole process, and got rid of her other shoe. Then those thick fingers traced back up her leg again, to her skirt line, and further up, until they brushed along her inner thighs, then further up again, almost to her holy of holies. No panties, which Kurt was well aware of, since it was he who, right before they'd left earlier that evening for dinner and the theater, had knelt briefly in the luckily empty hotel hall and reached up under her skirt to grasp her black lacy panties, to gently yank them down and off while Amanda had leaned on him for balance as she stepped out of each leg in turn.

Continued in Part 1...