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They carried her to one of the three huge pillows spread on the opposite side of a table from the lounger. Irene was laid on her back upon it, and she sank at least five inches into its billowy surface.
Rusp continued to hold her wrists, stretching them over her head. Sherv sat beside her, holding her leg bent and open to receive her Imdiko.
Jemi knelt between her legs. He caressed her face, her breasts, her belly. “Is this real? Are you truly ours?”
“For always,” she swore. “No matter what.”
His lower lip trembled, but he smiled. “I love you. I’ll fight for you, whatever that means.”
“Thank you.”
He bent to kiss her. As their lips met, he slid inside her, bringing the wonderful wholeness once more. There were close to the same height, and his body rested against hers perfectly, chest to chest. He was a living blanket of warmth and strength, and Irene shed a couple of silent tears in jubilation.
His movements were slow; a gentle, sweet exploration of what had her catching her breath, what made her clench on him, what brought forth her moans. They drifted through lovemaking, the other two stroking Irene’s hair and arms, all they could reach while Jemi covered her. Irene undulated beneath him, not for her own pleasure, but to offer his.
He moved through her smooth as silk, finding the angle that offered the most friction and caused her to utter little cries of delight. His fingers found her clit and stroked, offering headier and headier excitement despite the slowness of their joining. When ecstasy swept through her, it was a surprise. She shuddered beneath him. He watched her face as thrills chased through her. He kept gently thrusting while his fingers urged her on in merciless demand, stretching the climax for a glorious eternity.
Only when her tremors quieted to minute trembles and her cries settled to whispered sighs did he give in to his own body’s clamoring. Still pinning her helpless under his weight, he thrust and thrust and thrust, gasping as lust took hold. Irene’s quieting tremors woke anew, excited by the brutal friction and the tension on Jemi’s expression, which betrayed he closed in on rapture.
His cocks jerked at the same instant orgasm claimed Irene. They shouted together, swells of bliss enfolding them, wrapping them in shared harmony.
“My Matara,” Jemi said in wonder when they regained their senses.
“My Imdiko.” She smiled so hard, it hurt her cheeks.
They laughed softly.
Irene’s pinned arms rose in the air, pulled by calloused hands to Rusp’s lips. He kissed her fingers as Jemi eased from her, then rubbed his bearded cheek and chin against them like a cat.
“My Nobek has waited so patiently,” Irene said.
“You’re worth waiting for,” he assured her. “I might be overly eager though. A little rough.”
“Which you realize I enjoy.” After Jemi’s care, Irene was excited to change the pace.
“Do you need a stim tab or pain medicine?”
“All I need is you.” She spoke from the heart, because it was true.
She marveled at how such a feral-looking man could gaze at her in absolute tenderness and so much love.
He gathered her in his arms and stood. He walked to the lounger but didn’t set her on its surface. Instead, he rounded the back of it and set her on her feet.
He gripped the nape of her neck in his massive paw. Pressing carefully, he bent her over the backrest of the lounger. His feet nudged hers apart.
Irene’s pulse quickened. His silent demands, his power to put her in any position he willed, woke her to renewed arousal.
His palm cracked on her ass. Heat flared, and she gasped. Wetness gushed between her legs in response. She went up on her toes, raising her hips in unconscious supplication for more.
He swatted her again. The fiery sensation sank in her flesh, moving to fill her sex. Irene moaned as a surge of excitement hit her clit. The sound she uttered was purest desire.
Rusp continued the slow, enthralling spanking, holding her down for it as her ass baked under his demanding care. Each smack was hard and exacting, and he waited until the greatest of the sensation had peaked and began to fade before delivering the next. Irene shifted from one foot to the other as she absorbed his discipline, pain and pleasure winding together so tight, it was impossible to know where the first ended and the next began. She uttered small cries, alternating gripping the edge of the lounger and slamming her palms against it as excitement climbed higher.
Euphoria, much as his venom had delivered when he’d bitten her, filled her head with light and calm. Her body was aroused, but her mind was at peace. Irene felt a certainty she was where she belonged, no matter what she’d lost and the anguish of reaching this place. It soothed her as Rusp delivered beautiful hurt to bleed out the agony of the past week.
She was pulled from such ruminations when his palm slapped her pussy. Irene seized, orgasm abruptly threatening as tremendous sensation barreled through her. Another slap to her womanhood brought her to the brink.
The third sent her over. Her pussy convulsed, and she screamed at the violent eruption, her vision whiting out. It hit as strong as a sledgehammer again when Rusp thrust, his primary straining her ass and secondary rubbing her internal hotspot.
