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Right before he pushes a finger inside. I wasn’t ready for the intrusion and yet I was. But the burning pain flees as fast as it rose as he works my hole with all the skill of someone who knows exactly what they’re doing.

Still, I don’t know if I could stay still for this if it weren’t for Karma’s soft, gentle lips on mine and her soft, gentle palm stroking my cock. She’s all that is good.

Grim adds another finger, loosening me up, making me moan like I’m in heat, in between the moments when I don’t think I’m actually as ready as I’d like to be.

But he knows what he’s doing and maybe being ready’s not the point here. Maybe just feeling good is enough.

I feel his gaze caressing my face so I open my eyes and look into his. He takes his fingers out, leaving an empty feeling that I don’t know what to make of.

“So we’re doing this?” he asks, as though he read my mind.

Karma trails a few kisses across my jaw and down my neck but then she stops, waiting for my answer too.

Grim’s cock is glowing orange in the firelight, bigger than I remember it even though a lot of it is hidden in shadow. He sees me looking at it and grins menacingly. I grasp it in my palm, find it heavier and wider than I thought it was.

“I think I might need a safe word,” I say before he can ask me if I’m ready again. Because I might say no. And I don’t want that either.

“You don’t,” he says.

Hearing that brings a rush of memories that makes me want to punch my way out of this situation again, just to make up for all those times I couldn’t.

“You don’t need it, because I’ll stop if you tell me to,” he adds. “I promise.”

And just like that, those memories hide their ugly heads, get swept away in the magic that is this night, in this quiet pleasant place.

“OK,” I say. “That works.”

He grins wider and lies down beside me, turning me on my side. Gently, but in a way that has me helpless. Though his words kinda did that all on their own.

He wraps his arm around my chest and kisses me again, opening that endless vista of soft, untouched grass in those forest clearings. His cock entering me is like a surge of lightning across that perfect picture. My body fights it with everything it’s got. Except my fists. I keep those firmly squeezed around his massive arms.

He stays still, letting me get used to the intrusion, and just like real lightning, the pain passes like it never was. Only to return as he gives me more of his cock.

I’m breathing hard, stuck in that place between pleasure and pain, my whole body pulsing around his cock. Karma is stroking my dick again, but it’s nothing more than soft licks of wind compared to a gusting storm.

He pulls out almost all the way, giving me a moment of rest I’m not sure I actually want. And on his next thrust he hits a spot that sends bolts of pleasure all through my body, makes me see the world around us in living color even though it’s pitch black, and I suddenly know I made the right decision.

There’s no pain anymore, it can’t exist when all this pleasure demands to be felt each time he enters me. Going deeper and deeper, hitting that spot over and over, from all angles.

Before long, I don’t even know if I’m still breathing, I just know I never want this to stop. My whole body is alive inways I’ve never been, every nerve ending sparking, all my being concentrated on his cock, pulsing in rhythm with his thrusts.

I might not want it to end, but my body has other ideas. I come harder than I remember ever coming, my whole body shaking from the strain, the world just a blur of color that shouldn’t be there, but is.

He comes too, his cock buried so deep inside me his hairs are tickling the small of my back. I feel him somewhere in my chest, higher even and I’m sorry now that he wore a condom. Because I’m sure feeling his come deep inside me would make this even better.

“See, no need for safe words,” he whispers breathlessly in my ear while his cock grows soft inside me.

“I figured it might be like riding a bike,” I say and lean back against him. “But you held back.”

He’s running his hand down my side. “There’s always next time.”

“Yeah,” I hear myself say, even though as good as this was, I’ll feel it tomorrow. But that’s not something I’m gonna worry about now.

Karma is lying beside me, stroking my cheek. I hug her close, wanting to share some of the pleasure still crackling in every fiber of my muscles with her. She deserves more, but it’s all I can do for her for now. I might need a moment to recover from this high. And I’m not sure I want to.

I can’t believe I waited this long. But maybe that was necessary. Maybe it needed to happen right here, right now, with these two. No. There’s nomaybeabout it.

And that’s a very good thought to fall asleep to, wrapped in their arms, certain all will be just as good and right when I wake up.

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