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had ever felt so good. Nothing could feel so good. Corwin was calling her name, and Darius’s, and together, the men’s hands were raising her up until she straddled Corwin’s thighs.
    For a moment she felt the broad head of Corwin’s cock at her entrance. For a heartbeat she knew fear.
    Then Darius pressed her down, and Corwin pulled her down, and his cock plunged full length into her sheath. Shock and anticipation made her cry out. Pain blazed for an instant and was gone, and he was inside her, embedded to the hilt in her satin heat.
    Glorious.
    “That’s it, Miranda.” Corwin stroked her thighs lovingly, firmly. “Feel it. Feel how good it is.”
    “Yes.” Miranda stretched herself, leaning forward to deepen the press of him in her, lost in this new sensation. She ran her hands up Corwin’s chest. Her fingertips found his nipples, and she played with them as he had played with hers. To her amazement, he laughed. She had not imagined people laughed during the act, and a new, gentler warmth surged through her.
    “Now, Miranda Prosper,” said Darius roughly. “We will teach you to ride.”
    From behind, Darius pulled her to him until she could feel his cock pressed against the small of her back and his balls rubbed her ass. Mischief overtook her and Miranda shimmied her hips. A wave of pleasure almost drowned her as Corwin’s cock slid against her inner skin and Darius’s against her outer.
    “So eager.” Darius drew his hands hard across her belly, moving his left up to grasp her breast, and his right down to plunge his fingertips into her slit. “So sure she is ready. Let us see how well you take to this kind of ride, Miranda.”
    Beneath her, Corwin thrust up, and behind her Darius pressed down, and she gasped again. Darius’s thighs and hands worked together, bringing her down to meet Corwin’s thrusts, then lifting her up and bringing her down again. Corwin’s fingers dug into her thighs. His shaft stroked her slick sheath, hard and harder, and Darius’s fingers in her slit matched the rhythm. Miranda caught that rhythm, and her own thighs began to work, began to move, driving Corwin deep into her, stroking Darius against her, against her ass and slit, breast and nub. It was too much. It was not enough. Corwin called her name. She cried out in answer.
    “Harder!”
    “Beg us,” ordered Darius, circling her nub with two fingertips.
    “Please!” she moaned, grinding down on Corwin’s cock. “Please! Harder!”
    Corwin thrust up and Darius drove her, drove them, down. His cock and his balls slid against her as he bent her forward, forcing her pussy to press against his fingers, moving Corwin’s shaft deeper into her. Corwin surged forward, grasping Miranda’s breast and guiding it into his mouth. He suckled her, hard and fast. Together her lovers thrust, and she struggled with them and against them, trying to escape, trying to force them deeper and closer. Her mind was gone. The whole world was gone. There was only the sensation of their hands and mouths and cocks, only the harsh sounds of their breathing, as they all of them thrust together again and again.
    Then Corwin shouted and his hips arced up, driving his cock hard into her until his balls crushed her pussy and slammed her nub against Darius’s fingertip. They hung like that for a timeless moment and Miranda felt herself flying free, her spirit stretched against the moonlit night, open wide to draw in all the pleasures of the world.
    Corwin bucked wildly beneath her and Darius shouted and pumped his cock uncontrollably against her ass, his fluids hot against her back, and his fingers driving into her. Their twinned ecstasy poured into Miranda, raising her higher and higher still. She was beyond her own body, beyond the dull Earth. She was a being of air and golden light and wild power separate now from her earthly flesh. Her body, strained past its limits to endure its delight, rode her lovers hard, until it had to shudder and buck