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His calm, soothing words wash over me and once more I sigh instead of fighting.

I’d known that Dolos was an ancient Greek god when I’d come looking to bring him down. Or maybe he was a titan or a trickster or a spirit or something. I don’t really know magick. My teammate Doctor Q generally handled that stuff, but she was not available. As the Platinum Panther, I knew my technology could handle anything. I powered up the nanotech armor under my skin and tracked him easily.

Finding him wasn’t the problem. Facing him was.

That face. So beautiful. I couldn’t even understand the ancient Greek dialect he was speaking, but somehow I could sense his meaning. Unable to pull my eyes from his firm flesh, the powerful maleness of his shape, I feel my own body respond. I grow warm, and wet, and hungry.

I had planned for this contingency, of course. The moment he touches me, fifty thousand volts will render even the pinnacle of male perfection unconscious.

Perhaps that’s why he doesn’t touch me. At the nod of his head, I find my own fingers caressing my hot cunt, teasing my tender lips, letting the  arousal wash over me. Mixing with his words into a symphony of sensation.

A symphony of bliss.

A symphony of submission.

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