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Sebian’s big body suddenly hunched over me, long black hair framing his tender gaze. “You have no idea how long I’ve been fantasizing about this.”
“As did she.” Malyr grabbed the silk of my dress, relieving me of it with Sebian’s help and a pull over my head. “She moaned your name in her sleep.”
“Did you, sweetheart? Did you dream about me making love to that sweet, tight cunt of yours, hmm? You want me?”
My heart shook, stuttering over arousal and fear alike. Yes, I wanted him—had probably wanted him for a while—but… IneededMalyr! Needed his child. I turned my head, staring at where he sat leisurely beside us, one leg spread and the other slightly folded. Was this a trick? A game?
“Don’t look at him. Look at me.” One arm suspending his upper body, the other tugging on my chin to return my gaze to him, Sebian lowered himself down, slightly angled to one side. “I’ll be so gentle with you. You know that, right?”
My mind numbed as the blood in my veins heated. “Yes.”
I knew Sebian would never hurt me, but that was hardly the issue here.
Not until I stared down between us, catching sight of his hard cock. It jutted and strained mere inches from my opening, thicker and longer than I remembered, with a small droplet of something glistening on the slit on his crown.
This was going to hurt.
“Shh… you’re tensing. Relax your muscles.” His warm skin pressed against mine, robbing me of sight, but I could feel it. How his crown set itself against my entrance, sending my heart into a dizzying speed. “I’ll go slow. Like this.”
His crown pressed against my entrance, dipping in slightly but not truly entering. When his hips gave a testing push forward, pressure emerged. The moment it started to strain muscles I hadn’t known I possessed, he drew back, letting it all morph into a desperate tingle. His next thrust glided deeper, stretching me until I whimpered.
“You’re going to take him, little dove, do you hear me?” Malyr commanded. “You’re going to take every inch of Sebian’s cock, or I swear, I’ll grab you, turn you around, and fuck into you with not even a fraction of his care, ripping a whole bunch of new sounds from those pretty lips of yours. I’ll make you fucking sing.”
Sebian groaned, slipping deeper into me with quick pulsations. “That’s my good girl. You’re doing so good, Galantia. Open for me.”
At his next thrust, my entire body quivered with an intensity that shook my breath. “Sebian…”
“You have no idea how tight she is, Malyr. Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. So fucking good.” Sebian rolled his hips slowly, letting that fullness at my center ebb and rise in a calming rhythm as his face contorted in pleasure and pain. “That’s it, sweet thing. I’ll make this good for you, I promise.”
I moaned each time he slid deeper into me. Stretched me, filled me with his thick shaft. Rubbed along my tight walls until they warmed. Each time his hard body pressed into my mound, rubbing over it with dense muscle, my clit throbbed anew.
He kept his rhythm, rubbing his muscled body over my throbbing bud with each stroke while his teeth barred more and more. Deep groans hissed passed them, his expression taut as though it took him great effort to hold back his more primal urges.
But he did, thrusting at a sensual pace, gleaming down at me with great focus. His senses seemed to catch every reaction. When my pelvis retreated, he slowed. When I breathed harder, he rocked deeper. When I shifted, so did he.
“Fuck, your cunt is so tight,” Sebian said, “milking the cum up my shaft so nicely.”
At his next thrust, harder and deeper than all others, my lips parted with a silent moan. Sebian smirked and gave another hard thrust, trapping my cunt beneath tremors that shook me to the core.
I writhed beneath him, wanting to escape this mounting heat that built behind my pelvis, wanting to get closer. Sebian pressed his pelvis flat against mine in answer, snapping his hips in quick pulsations.
That heat erupted in a flare of tremors and convulsions, forcing all breath from my chest in a scream. “Sebian!”
He lost his breath, fucking into me harder, losing his rhythm. “I’m going to load you up so nicely, sweetheart. Here it comes.”
Mind drowning under the crest of pleasure and bliss, I was still focused on the convulsions that had my body jerk. But between those sensations, I felt him. Sensed how he lengthened and throbbed inside… How he filled me.
Once his breathing calmed, Sebian placed a peck on my cheek. “Let me take care of your wounds.” He pulled out of me and rose, his cock still plenty hard, and padded naked toward a small wooden box that stood on a nearby shelf. “Tarmoss salve?”
“Top left corner.” Malyr gave me a come-hither gesture, which had me roll onto my stomach, beckoning me to him on all fours. “Turn around. Show me those marks I left on you.”
Heart racing from physical exhaustion, I obediently turned around. He would fuck me from behind like the animals did it, wouldn’t he? Impersonal, distant, cold. Somehow, I couldn’t imagine it any other way with Malyr.
“Push it out,” he said. “I want to see his cum dripping from you. Want to see how he used you.”
Whatever muscles I worked must have been the right ones, because I felt Sebian’s seed—the seed of the wrong man—run out of me. And perhaps it would have dripped onto the pillows or down my thighs, wasn’t it for the way Malyr gathered it in his palm, and rubbed it, wet and warm, onto my right butt cheek.
Sebian returned with a small clay mug in his hand. “Her skin needs to be dry for this to soak in and help with the healing.”
