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Ah Kow angled his neck and stretched the skin taut, and a vein like a hidden worm throbbed, and he felt the rough flicking of tongue, then a pricking, more fervid than last night, and his body tensed as something sunk in, and the pain lasted moments, and he suffered a cocktail of pain and pleasure, a mix of his and the thing’s blood surging and receding inside him, like waves breaking over seamen.

From ‘Kwailo’, by Leon Wing

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