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Little by little, she came back to her surroundings. Jemi had tugged free and splayed on the bed’s surface. She lay so his thigh pillowing her head and her upper torso. Rusp had partly collapsed on her so his weight was a warm blanket rather than crushing.

Sherv sat naked next to him, his gaze affectionate. He appeared at peace, though his cocks jutted upward. He smiled when he saw Irene looking at him.

“I didn’t wreck everything. Your parents have been restored to you,” he said.

Irene carefully untangled from the motionless Rusp and Jemi. She crawled to him to snuggle. “You were worried about that? Sherv, I realized long ago you did what you had to. If you hadn’t convinced Ezrob to falsify our clanning, I might have ended up with the other clan, no matter how hard I fought it. Then there wouldn’t have been our band, our success, or us. Our darling Ajef would have been raised by the wrong men. Your desperate gamble saved us in more ways than one.”

“I’m glad you think so. I feel much better now your parents are joining us on tour and moving to our home. I hated seeing your sadness when you looked at their picture.”

“My life is perfect now, in large part thanks to you.” She kissed him to show she meant it.

Moments later, Jemi and Rusp laughingly gave way as what had been sentimental turned sensual. Sherv rolled Irene on the bed’s surface, kissing her everywhere as she squealed and pretended to resist. Her attempts to struggle meant he pinned her, using his superior strength to vanquish her. He loomed over her, the amused gaze shifting to demand.

“Spread your legs,” he said, holding her wrists in one hand.

His tone allowed no debate. Whimpering, half-afraid and half-hopeful he’d be stern, Irene slid her thighs apart, leaving her pussy vulnerable.

He immediately rubbed her clit. Exultation burst to life. She gasped, remembering herself just in time to keep from grinding against his fingers. Her body was tense as he massaged her intimately, urging elation to wake. He leaned down to capture a nipple between his lips and lash the stiff point with his rough tongue. Delight sizzled, arrowing to where he caressed slick, needy flesh.

Irene managed to not buck to increase his touch, but her heels dug in the mat’s surface and her body tensed. When her gasps grew loud, he left off her breast. Watching her, he stopped fondling her clit. He delivered a light slap to it.

Irene was too aroused to register it as pain. Instead, she felt a thunderclap of sensation that rolled from her pussy to her skull. She did buck then, the movement and her cry involuntary.

“Hungry pussy,” Sherv purred. He returned to rubbing her clit and sucked her other breast eagerly.

Just as Rusp had alternated shallow strokes and harder thrusts when he’d made love to her, Sherv varied intimate massage with intermittent slaps. Irene existed in a riot of desire. Sherv had learned how to keep her excited while denying her orgasm, a fact he proved as he enticed her to squirm and whimper.

He kept at her until she begged him for mercy. It wasn’t mercy he offered, however. Instead, he shoved into her pussy and ass, pumping and grinding to make her wail louder. Just when she thought orgasm would claim her, he went still, robbing her of release.

When her tremors calmed, he rubbed their groins together to renew the sparks of excitement. Then he rode her hard, finding her inner hotspot. She closed on climax. He denied her, spanking the sides of her breasts until her cunt stopped clenching on his primary.

“Do you want to come for me?” he asked whenever he started in on her again.

“Yes!”

“Not yet.”

The last time he asked, she heard the strain in his tone. She dared to hope he’d give in, despite his determined denial. His cocks were jerking in her, begging as hard as her convulsing pussy. How long could he stand to torment them both?

It turned out only once more. Finally, Sherv released her wrists, grabbed her ankles and held them in a wide v, thrusting as his face worked. Sensing he’d give in to passion, Irene reached for climax even as she reached for Sherv and dragged her fingernails down his chest and abdomen.

His hold on her ankles tightened. His mouth opened wide, and he shouted as his cocks jolted. It was the last lucid sight Irene had before she was consumed in her own bliss.

She was aware of Sherv’s arms wrapping around her, of his mouth sealing to hers, of his strong shelter enclosing her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and they clung as they traded pleasure, as they became one.

When the pulses abated, the fulfillment remained. Irene cried in her happiness as her clan surrounded her. Their dreams had come true. The men’s parents had accepted who their sons were. Irene’s parents would remain in her life as they hadn’t been allowed since Earth’s government had snatched her from them at sixteen. There was the clan’s own child, as perfect a son as they could have asked for. They’d realized a career only dreamed of by so many.

The knowledge that tomorrow and the next day and the next would offer the same joy wrapped Irene in warmth. Life sang a song beautiful and sweet, and Irene would sing with it.

The End

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