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    Indeed, after that one stroke, her fingers returned there, her hands struggling against the bindings as she rubbed the puckered fissure and let out another groan of pleasure.
     
    His own heat increased, watching her caress her tiny asshole with more and more fervor. She sobbed with frustration, though, when the twine at her wrists prevented her from stimulating it exactly in the manner she pleased, and Enrick was so enraptured by the sight of her touching herself there that he was sorely tempted to reach for the blade at his hip and slice the twine away.
     
    But then a better idea occurred to him, and without ever easing up on his strokes, he reached around her and closed his fist around the abandoned candle. The moment he placed its rounded end at her ass, she released a moan of gratitude and relaxed her hands. Her hunger astounded him, propelling him to twist the still-moist candle back and forth against the fissure until it slowly began to ease its way inside. As her cries filled the tent, as his cock continued to plunge deep into her warm pussy, he applied just enough pressure on the candle to drive it gently deeper, deeper.
     
    “Oh!” she cried. “Oh Ares!”
     
    She was soon taking five, then six inches of the candle into the expanded opening of her ass. He matched the thrusts of his cock with those of the candle, filling both holes again and again, each stroke making her cry out. Her sobs, growing still more wild and laced with abandon, slashed through him with a deep satisfaction that reached his very core.
     
    Jalal could barely understand what was happening to her. She’d never imagined such insertions into her body could spill so much pleasure over her every limb. It raced through her veins, it ran to her fingers and toes, it made her unable to think or reason. In one sense, she felt beyond replete with pleasure, as if her body might reach a point where it was so full, so well-fucked, that she might simply disintegrate. Her arms ached, stretched behind her, her knees were sore from being planted on the hard ground—yet the other sensations in her body were so overwhelming that everything else became minor, barely registering in her brain. Yet in another way, there was something more she wanted—needed. It had to do with what Gilda had told her about her clit. It tingled madly, longing for attention. Each drive into her from behind seemed to make the spot in front scream out in frustration.
     
    She didn’t want to give up the wild pleasure of his cock, or the candle—suddenly in a place Gilda hadn’t even mentioned—and yet, after so much of his powerful fucking, she couldn’t help begging for what else she needed. “Lick me!” she pleaded. “Like you did earlier, at the stream. Please lick me, Enrick !”
     
    Behind her, his fierce strokes softened slightly, and she gathered the strength to peek over her shoulder at him. She found her handsome captor wearing an utterly wicked grin as he continued sliding his cock deep into her cunt . “You want me to lick your clit, vixen? You know what you have to do. Tell me what I ask.”
     
    He still wanted to know who sent her. Couldn’t the insufferable man just forget about that and concentrate on pleasure? It was certainly all Jalal could think of, and her clit begged her to just tell him. After all, why did she think she owed her father so much loyalty? Why was she protecting him at all? Up to now, she’d thought saving Myrtell might save herself, ensuring a decent life of the luxuries she was used to, but in reality, it didn’t. If her father would forsake her by sending her to surrender her bride value, what made her think he’d protect her in any other ways, especially now that her bride value was gone? So maybe she had nothing to lose—nothing but the pleasure that was begging for release.
     
    “I…” she began. “I came…”
     
    He slid his cock into her pussy, the candle into the opening above. “Yes, Jalal ? You came from