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Mydruzhynais a visionwhen she comes.
Her mouth forms anO,and her body convulses with tremors of ecstasy. And all the while, her gaze connects us.
We are linked. Her pleasure is my pleasure. As she rides Rev, I pump my cock with a frantic fist, and when she cries out in that sweet, moaning way she has, my climax hits me like a freight train.
Despite the distance between us, this moment is intense and intimate. I don’t quite understand how that can be, considering she is riding another man’s cock (and has yet another man’s cock in her ass). But I don’t question it. It is good. It is right.
In another time and place, my wife being filled and smeared with other men’s seed would have enraged me. In another time and place, itdidenrage me. Enough that I took justice into my own hands and ended a life, laws and procedures be damned. That act, I assume, is the reason for the curse I now carry. I sinned and now must live with the harshest of punishments.
But inthistime and this place, my wife has not one husband but seven. She has seven good men to protect her and cherish her. To bed her whenever she desires. To pleasure her and breed her. To help her raise our children and to grow old with her. Nothing bad will ever reach her because she is protected seven times over.
And my one salvation is this: that she is immune to my curse. Not only can she survive my touch, but she craves it. How lucky I am! In my punishment, I have a single shining light, and that light is her.
Come cools on my hand, and Cora collapses in Rev’s arms. He holds her like the treasure she is, stroking her head and back, cooing to her in a gentle way I never would have expected of a man with such a hard gaze. He is as in love with her as I am, and this pleases me.
It pleases me to see her so well sated. To see my brothers so well sated.
My cock softens as I wipe my hand on a handkerchief. I came not just once but twice. The first time while Shep took our precious woman, and the second just now, while five of my brothers connected with Cora in an intimate celebration of family.
I nod to myself. This is all good. It would be even better if there were not one brother missing.
Thinking of Jud stirs renewed determination in my bones. We will get him back. And we will end the one who took him.
“Grim.”
I look up sharply.
Rev stands over me, lean and naked, eyes back to their normal intensity. “Are you up for a very important job?”
“Always,” I answer as I tuck my softened cock away.
“You’ll take care of our Heart tonight. Bathe her. Massage her if she’s sore. Make sure she rests well. It’s your job to protect her tonight.”
“It will be my honor.”
Rev is allowing me time alone with Cora, not to make love to her, because she is utterly spent, but to see to her needs after a long bout of love making. My ultimate pleasure will be caring for her in this way.
I long to gather her up in my arms directly from the embraces of my brothers, but for their protection, she must come to me. The wobbly steps she takes, like a newborn fawn, are the last she will have to take until morning. It is with a rush of affection that I scoop up her lithe, naked body and carry her to her room.
For long, luxurious minutes, I cradle her between my thighs in the deep soaking tub. Hot water surrounds us up to our necks, and I hold my Cora securely in my arms. When she begins to stir, telling me she is ready, I gently clean her and then I set my fingers to looking for sore places on her body. The tissues in her lower back respond to my massaging hands by releasing pent up tension. Her neck and shoulders unwind for me. Slight yellowing bruises mar her hips and inner thighs, places where she was restrained for her own pleasure, restrained not just willingly but eagerly. Same for her wrists, which I lick and kiss and nuzzle. These bruises do not bother me. They require no massaging. They were acquired with her full approval, and they heightened her enjoyment.
It's the scars on her back that bother me. I hate them so much that I have to work not to recoil when my massaging fingers touch them. They tell a story of an ugly past that had no business touching something so pure. I wish that Doc’s Gift of healing could erase them. But I suppose if they could, I would never have known the blessing of her touch, for if one Gift could affect her, so could the rest.
Cora is a limp noodle as I dry her and lay her in the bed. Her body conforms to mine as I curl around her and encourage her to pillow her head on my biceps.
“You were absolutely beautiful tonight,” I tell her in the warm, quiet dark.
“Thank you,” she says. “That was incredible.” Her stretch is slow and languid. “I never in a million years imagined I’d be that girl.”
“What girl?”
“The one at the center of an orgy.” She huffs a soft laugh.
I frown. The word she chose doesn’t sit right with me. It lacks the emotion of what we experienced tonight.
“You are the center of our world,” I say, stroking the smooth skin of her arm. “You are our Heart. What we did tonight was love you the way you deserve to be loved.”
She hums her acknowledgement and then her breathing deepens. She is asleep.
