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Her perky breasts danced as she rode him slowly, too slowly, and as much as he wanted her to have her moment, he needed her to start moving faster, or he was going to lose his sanity.
Gripping her hips, he pushed up hard, and when she moaned and braced her hands on his chest, he took it to mean that she was ready for him to take over.
"Fates, Frankie," he growled. "I can't get enough of you."
For several thrusts, he surged in and out of her, but then she began to ride him with gusto, and he let go of her hips to cup her breasts.
Frankie moaned when he squeezed and pinched, and when she was on the brink, she threw her head back and rode him even faster.
He could feel how close she was and that she needed something more to fall over the cliff. Letting go of her breasts, he clasped her ass with one hand and reached with the finger of his other to press on her clit.
"Come for me, Frankie."
"Yes. More."
His fingers dug into her ass; he held her in place as he rammed up into her and rubbed her engorged pleasure button harder.
The building expression of ecstasy on her face was a wondrous thing, and then she exploded, her sheath clamping around his shaft and squeezing tight.
With one swift motion, he flipped them around, pinned her head to the mattress, and had just enough presence of mind to lick her neck before sinking his fangs into her and filling her with his seed and venom at the same time.
She yelled, then shuddered around him, and then she was climaxing again, the small muscles inside her sheath milking him until there was nothing left.
His shaft softening only a fraction, he continued thrusting into her slowly until the last of her tremors subsided.
For a few long moments, Dagor feasted his eyes on Frankie's blissed-out expression, her long lashes fanning over her rosy cheeks. He would have happily stayed inside her until she woke up in a few hours, but he needed to clean up the mess they had made.
Reluctantly, he slipped out of her, and their combined juices rushed out, soaking the sheets under them.
Thankfully, he had brought an armful of bedding to her cabin so they wouldn't have to rush into the laundry every time they made a mess.
Dagor chuckled softly.
It paid to be an organized nerd who always planned ahead.
When he returned with several washcloths, Frankie was in exactly the same position he'd left her, and as he cleaned her with gentle strokes, she didn't even twitch a muscle.
Once he was done, Dagor gazed at Frankie's lithe, compact body and was overwhelmed with his feelings for her.
How had he fallen in love so quickly and thoroughly?
It was as if the Fates had designed Frankie especially for him. He wouldn't change anything about her except turning her immortal. Everything else just had to stay the same, or it would detract from her perfection.
Annani
Annani watched her old friend smile and chat with Callie, Carol, and her other guests, the smile never leaving her face for longer than a few breaths.
She rejoiced in Wonder's happiness, but there was a tinge of sadness over the childhood friend that was lost forever. Gulan's body might not have died in the earthquake that had swallowed her, but the female who had woken from stasis nearly five thousand years later was not the girl who had been Annani's servant and best friend.
At a different time in history, Gulan's old job description would have been a lady-in-waiting, and perhaps that title would not have grated on her as much as being called a servant had.
Apparently, Wonder had forgotten the deep friendship that had formed between them, or maybe she had never felt it as strongly as Annani had.
Gulan had chosen to shed her old identity and emerge as Wonder, the namesake of a comic's female superhero whose powers were about love, truth, and beauty. The character hadbeen created during World War II as part of a team of superhuman beings who fought the Axis forces and various other villains. It was a most fitting name for Gulan. She was strong of body and character, and even though she detested violence, she had used her incredible strength to overpower and imprison Doomers, who had gone on a killing spree of women in the area she had lived in at the time.
The world could use a real Wonder Woman and her Justice League companions right now. Things were once again spiraling out of control, and the forces of evil were on the rise. Some were cloaked in good intentions, and others were not even bothering to do that.
Annani sighed. She was tired of the endless cycle of gaining some ground, only to lose most of it again. When things were going well, humans soon forgot how bad it used to be and allowed the forces of evil to take it away from them.
