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Lydia’s muffled cry of release joined my own, her body shuddering as she found her peak. The wet sounds of her pleasure filled the air, mingling with Mr. Thornton’s grunts of approval.

“Good girl, Elara.” Mr. Blackwood’s gentler tones carried across the room. “You’ve earned your release. Come now, while you worship my cock with that pretty mouth.”

Elara’s whimper of ecstasy completed the symphony of feminine pleasure. The sounds of our collective climax echoed off the music room walls.

But it wasn’t over. As the first wave of pleasure began to ebb, I felt another building immediately in its wake. Gamma’s relentless thrusts into my bottom, combined with the intensity of the stimulation finally released by my governor, sent me hurtling toward another peak.

“Oh, god!” I cried out, my voice hoarse. “I’m… I’m coming again!”

The second orgasm hit me even harder than the first. My vision went white, my body arching as pleasure radiated from my core to the very tips of my fingers and toes. I was vaguely aware of Gamma’s grunt of satisfaction as my muscles clenched around him.

Across the room, I heard Lydia’s muffled scream and Mr. Thornton’s encouraging words. “That’s it, keep coming. Show me what a needy little slut you are.”

Elara’s soft cries joined the chorus once more, punctuated by Mr. Blackwood’s groans of pleasure.

I lost count of how many times I came, each orgasm blending into the next in an endless sea of bliss. My body felt like a live wire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. Through it all, Gamma’s enormous cock continued to pound into my bottom, stretching me, filling me, claiming me in the most primal way possible.

Finally, I felt Gamma’s rhythm falter. His grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he neared his own climax. I felt his pleasure building through our mentalconnection, his need for release as urgent and overwhelming as my own had been.

“Tessara,” Gamma growled, his voice thick with desire. “I’m going to come inside you. I’m going to fill your tight little bottom with my seed.”

His words sent another jolt of arousal through me, and I pushed back against him, eager to feel him find his release. “Yes,” I sobbed. “Please, sir. Make me yours.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Gamma buried himself fully inside my aching bottom. I felt his cock pulse, felt the hot rush of his seed flooding me. The sensation triggered yet another climax, my body convulsing around him as he emptied himself inside me.

Through the haze of my own pleasure, I became aware of the sounds of completion echoing around the room. Mr. Thornton’s guttural groan mingled with Lydia’s muffled whimper as he found his release in her mouth. Mr. Blackwood’s softer gasp of pleasure was accompanied by Elara’s gentle moan as she swallowed his essence.

Dr. Porter’s rhythmic grunts reached a crescendo as he drove into his wife one final time. “Take it all, my dear,” he growled. “Every last drop.”

Mrs. Porter’s answering cry of ecstasy filled the air, her body shuddering as she reached her own peak.

For a long moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional aftershock of pleasure. I lay draped over the arm of the chair, Gamma still buried deep inside me, his hands gently stroking my back. I feltutterly spent, my body humming with residual pleasure and the lingering ache of my punishment.

Slowly, carefully, Gamma withdrew from my bottom. I whimpered at the loss, feeling suddenly empty and bereft. But then his strong arms were around me, lifting me and cradling me against his chest as he sat back down in the chair.

“You did so well, sweet one,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’m so proud of you.”

I nuzzled into his chest, basking in his praise and the warmth of his embrace. Around us, I could hear the rustling of movement as the other men tended to their wards. Soft words of comfort and approval filled the air, punctuated by the occasional sniffle or whimper from Lydia and Elara.

As I lay there in Gamma’s arms, I felt a subtle shift in our mental connection. There was a new depth to it, a sense of something profound and unbreakable forming between us. I looked up into his eyes, seeing a mixture of tenderness and determination there.

Then, as clear as if he had spoken aloud, I heard his voice in my mind.

Sweet one… darling Tessara… will you marry me?

CHAPTER 36

Tessara

Two weeks later, I stood in a small antechamber of the Magisterian Embassy, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nerves. The room was awash in soft golden light streaming through tall windows draped with shimmering fabric. Ornate mirrors reflected my image from every angle, showing me a young woman I barely recognized.

My wedding gown was a masterpiece of Prosperian craftsmanship, all delicate lace and flowing silk. It hugged my curves before cascading to the floor in a waterfall of white. My dark hair had been artfully arranged atop my head, adorned with tiny crystal flowers that caught the light with every movement.

Sala stood beside me, her pale skin set off beautifully by the pale pink of her dress. Her eyes beamed with emotion as she adjusted my veil one last time. “You look beautiful, Tessara,” she said softly. “Gamma is a very lucky man.”

I blushed at her words, feeling a flutter of anticipation in my stomach. As was traditional for a Prosperian bride on herwedding day, my governor had been set to level one, so that a bride’s natural, wayward arousal couldn’t distract me. I felt a little tingle between my thighs, and I smiled at it, feeling grateful, as I had learned to do at Dr. Porter’s Academy, for the wisdom of this culture.

I would never have imagined I could feel appreciation to be controlled this way by my bridegroom, but I had come to realize that my new home suited my needs exactly. My cheeks still got hot, and my governor still brought the tingle of moderated desire down there, when I thought about it, but Alpha and Sala had brought me to the right place.

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