Page 72 of Pose for Me

I drive into her with wild abandon, all finesse lost to primal need. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes through the room, punctuated by our collective grunts and moans. Rayne's cries grow louder, more desperate with each punishing thrust.

"Oh god, oh fuck," she gasps, her voice raw and broken. "River, Knox, I'm so close. Please, please, I need..."

Her words dissolve into incoherent whimpers as I angle my hips, hitting that perfect spot inside her. The pressure builds, a coiling tension low in my belly that threatens to snap at any moment.

Knox's hand snakes around, gripping my throat and pulling me back against his chest. The new angle drives him impossibly deeper, hitting that spot inside me with unerring accuracy. Stars explode behind my eyes, pleasure crackling along every nerve ending.

"Come for me," Knox commands, his voice a low, dangerous rumble in my ear. "Both of you. Fucking come now."

Like a dam breaking, it hits me all at once. My orgasm crashes over me in waves of white-hot ecstasy. I cry out, my voice raw and animalistic as I empty myself into Rayne's tight heat. My vision blurs as I feel Rayne shatter around me. Her body convulses, inner walls clamping down on my cock as she cries out. I feel the heat of Knox’s release as his own pace stutters to a stop.

As the last tremors of our shared orgasm fade, we collapse onto the floor in a tangle of sweaty limbs and heaving chests. The room is thick with the scent of sex and the metallic tang of blood. For a moment, the only sounds are our ragged breaths and the faint hum of the air conditioning.

I lie there, sandwiched between Knox and Rayne, feeling utterly spent and blissfully content. Knox's solid warmth presses against my back, his arm draped possessively over my waist. Rayne is curled into my chest, her blood-spattered skin sticky against mine. The contrast of her soft contours and Knox's hard planes is exquisite, a perfect balance of feminine and masculine.

As we bask in the afterglow, a soft thump draws my attention. I crack open an eye to see Luna gracefully descending from her cat tree, her tail swishing behind her with regal disdain. She pads across the room, her paws making no sound on the hardwood floor, before settling a few feet away from our sprawled bodies.

Luna sits down, wrapping her tail neatly around her paws. Her amber eyes survey us with a mixture of disgust and accusation, as if we've committed some grave feline faux pas by engaging in such debauchery in her presence. Her whiskers twitch, nose wrinkling slightly as she catches the mingled scents of blood, sweat, and sex hanging in the air.

Rayne catches sight of Luna's judgmental stare and dissolves into a fit of giggles. The sound is light and musical, a stark contrast to the passionate cries that filled the room just moments ago. Her body shakes with mirth.

Luna's tail twitches in annoyance at us, her eyes narrowing to slits. She looks for all the world like a disapproving matron who's caught us in some scandalous act. Which, I suppose, she has.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty," Rayne manages to gasp out between giggles. "We'll try to keep our depraved human activities to a minimum in your presence."

Luna's tail twitches again, her whiskers quivering with disdain. With one last withering look, she turns her back on us and begins to fastidiously groom herself, as if to cleanse away the very sight of our debauchery.

Knox chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. "I think we've offended Her Royal Highness," he says, his voice still husky from our exertions. His hand traces lazy patterns on my hip as he speaks.

I grin, pressing a kiss to Rayne's temple. "Well, we can't have that, can we? We'd better make it up to her."

Rayne hums in agreement, her giggles subsiding. "Extra treats for Luna tomorrow," she declares. "And maybe a new toy. We wouldn't want her plotting our demise. The treats might just buy us some time."

Bonus

Luna

Humans.Utterlyridiculouscreatures.

I watch as my three pets sprawl on the floor, their naked bodies tangled together in a most undignified manner. The air is thick with strange scents—sweat, blood, and that musky odor they produce when engaging in their bizarre mating rituals. How completely uncivilized.

I settle myself a safe distance away, wrapping my tail neatly around my paws. Really, they should know better than to carry on like this in my presence. I am royalty, after all. Such debauchery has no place in the court of Queen Luna.

My smallest pet, Rayne, notices me first. She dissolves into a fit of giggles, her body shaking in a most unseemly fashion. Does she not realize how ridiculous she looks, covered in dried blood and writhing about on the floor?

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty," she manages to gasp out between bouts of laughter. "We'll try to keep our depraved human activities to a minimum in your presence."

At least she has the decency to apologize, though her tone lacks the proper reverence. I narrow my eyes, fixing her with my most withering stare. Let her feel the full weight of my disapproval.

Do they have no shame? No sense of decorum? I'm a royal creature, descended from the sacred cats of Egypt. I shouldn't have to witness such... debauchery.

They're talking now, their voices low and affectionate. I catch something about "treats" and "toys," which piques my interest despite my disgust. Perhaps there's hope for them yet.

I turn my back on them, focusing instead on grooming my beautiful fur. Let them see what real grace and elegance looks like.

My two larger pets have odd fur, all patchy and colorful. I've tried grooming them before, but it never comes off. Maybe they both needs a proper tongue bath.

These humans truly have no sense of proper etiquette. Here I am, forced to witness their unseemly behavior, and now they also have the audacity to ignore my dinner time which has long passed? Unacceptable.

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