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twitched as she began to wail from the intensity of her orgasm. It was a beautiful thing to see, and he felt his own prick begin to come back to life. She had wrung every seed from his balls and cock before he stepped from the room, yet the mere sight of her impaling herself on Lion’s prick made him want her again, even after she had satisfied him so thoroughly mere minutes earlier.
    Lion held his pleasure back as long as he could, but Rane was squeezing his prick as tightly as ever, and he could not stop the seed rushing through his cock to shoot into her as her channel began to spasm around it. They were both gasping for air, as their still connected bodies twitched from the aftershocks of their shared orgasms. His prick was so sensitive that each time her hips jerked, it felt as if she had skinned it, leaving raw nerves to be tormented in her wet depths.
    She fell asleep almost instantly, he rolled onto his side, and disentangled their limbs, before pulling away. Nord picked her up and carried her up the stairs located behind the firebox in the meeting room. The steps led directly to the Lords’ rooms. Rather than having to traverse the entire length of the castle and the formal sweeping staircase, only to double back in the upper hallway was a waste of valuable time. The not so secret passageway was often used in times of war or other important events where the lord would have to be present at a meeting within minutes.
    He laid her on the wide bed, and turned to see Lion step into the room. His brother looked as worn as if he had spent the night in debauchery. His thick hair was tangled and raised in tufts where Rane’s hands had gripped them. His chest was dotted with tiny crescents where her fingernails had stabbed him, and there were fresh marks where her spikes had sunk into his neck, to drawl the blood from his veins to satisfy her craving for energy and a new life. He knew that his appearance was not much better.
    Rane waylaid them as they entered the castle. She had not seemed to care that there were dozens of people in the near vicinity as she pulled them into the meeting room and begun disrobing. When Rane demanded that he “give it to me, I want all of you.” He had given, and given more to the point where he was afraid he would hurt her from the pounding. Lion was nearby and the lure of her pleading eyes had been too much for him to save his prick from her beautiful mouth. When Nord had finally shot his seed into her, the spasms surrounding his cock were so intense that he had given yet more, until she had quieted. He would almost swear he had shot his life’s blood on that second round.
    The brothers needed a plan. This new side of Rane was gratifying, yet exhausting. Now that they understood what was driving her need to search out her mates and demand their services at any given time of the day or night, the chore of satisfying her became a challenge. She seemed to still have no idea what was happening to her body. Her mates would give all they had to facilitate her mating heat, and they thoroughly enjoyed the generosity with which she gave as good as she got. She might exhaust them to the point of skin and bone, but neither brother would have wished for a lesser workout. Especially given the possibility of a child as an outcome.
    The men washed away the afternoon’s sweat from their bodies and went back to the meeting room to continue their plans for the upcoming march to Morlien Hall. They no sooner reached the room and sat down before there was a knock at the door. Lion yelled at the visitor to enter and was not surprised to see the housekeeper, Sivdjia.
    “Lord Lion, there is a family here that wishes to speak with you regarding the person, Wensel, and the sweet child, Aria. I told them that you might be too busy to see them, but they refused to leave. Do you wish to see them? Or should I have them escorted from the castle?”
    Her words reminded Nord of the transformation of Wensel from aged old