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was quickly replaced by pure, deep pleasure as she moved to bring it deep inside her. Tonight there was no need for the silken ties that could bind it tight within her. She sat hard onto it, feeling it graze the side of her passage and increase the sensations it brought. Surely the skin between both plugs was stretched taut. This is how she envisioned she would feel, only a myriad of sensations better, when it was two warm, throbbing cocks filling her.
    Her pussy tensed and loosened around her dildo, moving it in and out, her arse snug around its plug mimicking the movement. Hermione pinched her nipples almost savagely, feeling the surge that ran from them into her pussy and back. Her legs held captive, she could only watch helplessly as she writhed, the need to clench them overwhelming. With her climax fast approaching, her movements became all the more frenzied. The tension was building, rising as a river in spate, fast and furious, wild and uncontrollable. She began to shudder, to shake, to feel the pulsation inside her overwhelm, fill her, surround her. She came in a rush of emotion, calling out, moving ever faster, determined to feel every last individual sensation.
    Sated, she slowly let her breath return to normal, experienced the throbbing in her pussy slowly fade, and was replete.
    Eventually she stirred herself, withdrew her plugs, enjoying the sharp sting and momentary pang of emptiness, as all toys removed, she slowly undid the cuffs at her ankles. Only then was she able to wash her toys and herself in a manner of one at peace with the world.
    With the room restored and toys hidden, her last thought as she slid under her covers was of Berry and Ran.
    Better me in this manner if you can, my lords!
     
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    “Truly you believe Hermione is experiencing such bliss as this?” Ran looked at Berry as he pulled his shirt off and pushed his pantaloons down, his own clothes already discarded, his hands pulling at his cock, using the liquid he and Berry had made to coat and slick himself.
    He watched the slow, sensual smile that appeared on Berry’s face.
    “How? She is but one. We are two and have two cocks to her none. Two arses to enclose said cocks, against one cunt, which has but a hand to play with.”
    “Two hands,” Ran corrected as he saw Berry’s cock spring from its confines, primed and ready to be used. “But we have four. It could have been six hands had all gone to plan. Our loss, as well as hers.” He sighed, then with an impish grin, leaned into Berry, letting their cocks rub harshly against each other. “So, we endeavor to find other ways of ascertaining our release. What delights shall we come up with?”
    “Your deal. I am but a mere player.”
    Ran bit one hard nub and soothed it slowly with his tongue.
    “I have another nipple also desirous of your attention.”
    Ran dipped his head. “I thought I held the deck?” he inquired mildly. “And therefore call the shots?”
    “Your pardon. This time.”
    “My love. Of course.” He laved the second nipple. “Then since I am in charge, turn around, place your hands as near to the bed knobs as possible, and bend. Let your cock show.”
    He watched, his own cock twitching in appreciation, as Berry presented his arse for inspection, his thick cock angled downward at to what most people would be an impossible angle. How they were each so blessed to find a partner who was equally desirous of giving and receiving, here in England, was almost a miracle, virtually nigh on impossible. Such proclivities were punishable by death, only spoken of in very select circles, and then in hushed tones. For the umpteenth time he gave thanks for their chance meeting when on His Majesty’s service many miles away.
    Taking his discarded cravat, Ran tied it firmly around the top of his lover’s cock, pushing his balls one way, the rest of his cock held firmly in its starched depth. He heard Berry groan his appreciation. Ran felt under the mattress for the cords