as he moved in
and out of her slowly. She moaned tortured and delighted by the stretch. With
each thrust his speed increased, she loved every bone-jarring plunge.
She
bounced as his powerful hips bore his penis deep into her. Suddenly his
thrusts became shorter. He titled her hips to him and held her close. Round
and round his hips
went.
“Unnnnhhhhhh!”
she screamed. Her climaxing wiping away her strength.
Bucking
underneath him, she squeezed, without warning he exploded inside
of
her. His hot semen flowed into her, coating her insides. It was thick and
sticky.
“Kel!!
Yes!!" she cried, his seed warming her.
He
collapsed onto her. Quietly she sobbed. The connection had with them was
stronger than ever. She loved them so much.
Kellam
stirred, “Little one I did not mean to hurt you.”
“I'm
fine,” she sputtered, “I just love you two so much.”
He
kissed her. “I love you so.”
He
moved aside so Feran could embrace her. Sore and exhausted, they collapsed on
either side of her and fell asleep.
Chapter Seven
“Z isa,”
a voice said softly in her ear.
She
stirred.
“Yes?”
she replied with closed eyes.
“Can
you walk?”
The
comfort of the thick covers enveloped her. Warm and cozy she did not want to
move. She slept better than she ever had. It was as if she lived in
perfection. But was it all a dream?
“Heart
of mine,” Feran said caressing her fleshy hip. “Can you walk?”
Walk?
She opened her eyes and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was two in
the morning. Suddenly it all came back to her. She was on her honeymoon with
the men she loved. She shifted her legs and winced.
Pain
courtesy of the two very large men she loved.
“No.
Not really.”
She
wiggled her hips and legs they were like pudding.
“I
will carry you,” he said with a kiss.
“That
won't be necessary,” she said as he stood up lifting her off the bed.
“Hush.
I insist.”
She
wrapped her arms around Feran, holding him tightly. She knew he would not drop
her but she cherished his touch.
“Where's
Kellam?”
As
if on cue, he walked out of the lavare a soapy fragrance lingered on him. He
paused to greet her with a kiss. His damp mane grazed her skin.
“The
cleaning mechans will be here shortly. They say it will take a manner of
minutes to re-sheet the bed,” he informed.
She
looked down at his waist. The band from his sleep pants barely clung to his
narrow muscular waist.
“Are
you all right?”
“I
am fine my love,” she said clasping his hands. They dwarfed hers just like
every
other
part of him. With so much power, he remained gentle in action and spirit.
“I
am hungry and I'm ready for more,” she purred.
“First
we clean, then we eat,” he said before sucking her lower lip, “then we play.
Feran you know what to do.”
She
yelped as Feran slung her over his shoulder. As they walked toward the lavare,
she stared at the bed curiously eying the patch of dried blood.
****
Z isa
stared at Feran's ridged abdomen. It was a work of art. His rich ochre clay
colored skin enticed her. It begged to be licked. Instead, she closed her
eyes, deciding to remain latched on to his long stiff penis. She let go of the
rod with a kiss and mouthed his sac acclimating herself to his distinctive
taste.
She
reveled at his shallow breathing knowing that she was the cause of his
pleasure. She returned her attention to his shaft, pre-cum drizzled down its
length. She lapped the bitter, salty mixture smearing it on her lips and chin.
“Take
me in your mouth,” he whispered.
She
obliged hollowing her mouth and sinking as low as possible without gagging. She
moved up and down, deep throating him. His moan of pleasure rumbled deep in
his chest as his hands intertwined her hair. She knew he was almost there. He
sent his arousal through their shared bond causing her and Kellam to groan.
He
was