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“Then even a wench who can’t recall her name should have no trouble fulfilling it.”

She huffed again. He smiled again.

Silence.

Xavier released his hair and settled back onto the bed with a sigh. “Do you really want to know what my favorite sexual fantasy is?”

“Yes,” Clara whispered.

“Having a woman of mine own,” he murmured.

Silence.

“Oh,” she at last breathed out. This time she sounded more the aroused female and less the maniacal lunatic.

“Clara?” Xavier said thickly.

“Yes?”

“Let’s get to the good bits now. If you want to fulfill my sexual fantasy then be an obedient little virtual girl and come offer your imaginary body to your very hard and very real Master.”

Her breathing grew heavy. Xavier’s cock hardened. This virtual program was turning out better than he’d thought it would.

The dark chamber lit up, the three dimensional scene transforming the ordinary stall into a breathtaking winterscape. Naked and erect, he was lying on a polar bear fur outside in the snow. He could even feel the glistening snowflakes kissing his tanned, battle-scarred body as they fell like slippery diamonds from the sky, yet the temperature was the same as it had been in stall two.

He was in stall two, he reminded himself.

But it didn’t look like he was or feel like he was. Sweet Kalast, this place was beautiful. It reminded him of everything he’d ever wanted. It reminded him of what he could never have.

And then beautiful naked Clara was there, walking towards where he laid on the fur, her gorgeous breasts jiggling with every move she made. The sound of snow crunching under her feet reached his ears. His eyes widened when he realized Clara had transformed herself into the wench of his dreams, the honey-skinned, dark-haired beauty he’d offered Old Gingus yen for.

He swallowed roughly. Yes, this virtual program was turning out much better than he’d thought it would.

She came to a stop and stood next to where he lay on the polar bear fur. His blue eyes hungrily flicked over her body.

“Come ride your Master, Clara,” Xavier said thickly. He got impossibly harder when she demurely glanced away. “I want to know what my sweet, tight pussy feels like.”

Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing grew labored. “It’s been a long time. Maybe I won’t please you.”

His eyes shuttered. “You’ll please me,” he murmured.

She moved her legs so that she stood directly over him. She hesitated for a brief moment, giving him an achingly arousing view of her cunt, before coming down on top of his heavily muscled body and straddling his lap.

Xavier ran his callused hands all over her breasts, making her gasp. His thumbs ran over her elongated rosy-brown nipples as she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. She grabbed his cock by the root while he played with her breasts, making his breath suck in.

“Put him inside you,” Xavier rasped. “I want to feel my juicy pussy.”

Their gazes locked and held. Xavier found himself wishing Clara was real.