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Roy awoke suddenly, with a cold wet feeling in his ears.
He tried shaking off the continuing effects of the balefire. Surprisingly enough, although the thirty-seven dollars of beer were still untouched on the table, he had an enormous headache. Lanfear lay next to him, playing with a bracelet in the shape of an acrobat touching its toes. "Good Morning, Lews Therin," she said, or at least tried to--the tip of her tongue was still darting in and out of his ear. "I'm not Lews Th..." He started to say, but was stopped by a vast expanse of pink bosom presenting itself for his attention. "...although I have had these identity crises off and on in the past few months," he stuttered.
A black-haired woman led on a leash by a younger woman-- her hair was tied in a waist length braid--looked in. The younger woman said, "I have brought the breakfast you ordered, mistress." Lanfear snapped her head around, her tongue leaving a rather moist trail across Roy's cheek, nose and eye. "What are you doing here?" she snapped, spitting out bits of ear-hair. "I ordered that we would not be disturbed, Nana." Nana bowed hurriedly, left the tray on the floor and removed herself. The older woman continued to peer in, with a malicious smile on her face until she was jerked into the hallway by the leash. A clear audible sniff drifted down the hallway.
"Nevermind, Lews Therin, where were we?" Lanfear turned her attention back to Roy, her fingers trailing down his t-shirt covered chest towards his basketball-embroidered shorts. "I believe we were talking about...penalty shots?" Roy groaned in anticipatory pleasure.
There was a crack of thunder. Suddenly, in the middle of the room, a portal opened... Lanfear looked up quickly, in time to see three young women--a blond, a redhead and brunette--enter the room. "Lanfear, you have Toh to me!" cried the Redhead. "Get your hands off of him," screeched the Blond. "No! He is mine!" whined the Brunette, "I saw it in his aura."
Lanfear grimaced. "I thought I put out the Non Disturbo Por Favor sign in the hallway. Nevermind. I can take care of this." She drew her hands across Roy's tender white belly, not quite eviscerating him in the process. Roy groaned without his previous enthusiasm and began looking for pressure points. Lanfear cast flows of air and fire at the young women, turning them respectively into slow roasted, extra crispy and original recipe versions of themselves before turning back to her love. "Oh Roy," she whispered, "I have waited so...long...for this tryst. You are a man so sweet and kind, was never form so...pleased...my mind...."
Roy smiled back, showing, perhaps a few too many teeth in his effort to look enthusiastic. "Right back at you, babe." He said, wadding his t-shirt into a small ball and pressing it against the bleeding cuts in his abdomen. "Oh that," said Lanfear, sniffing. She wove a few more flows and the wounds knit themselves together, catching only a small edge of t-shirt between them. "You are mine, Lews Therin. You have always been mine--and you will always be mine." Roy showed even more teeth as he tugged at the edge of the t-shirt. "Ummm...sure," he said. Lanfear began to tickle him in places, he had never imagined could be tickled...
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