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“Yes—exactly. But you might…might have trouble fitting your shaft in my pussy,” she confessed rather breathlessly. “Though I have pleasured myself many times and many ways, I have never had a male inside me before.”

“Really?” Nate paused in his stroking for a moment. He’d never been with a virgin before and he found the thought intriguing. “Why not?” he asked her. “I mean, why haven’t you been with anyone?”

She shrugged.

“Because ‘fucking’ as you call it, means Claiming and Bonding to a Kindred female. I didn’t want just any male to spurt his seed inside me and fill my pussy with his cream to Bond me to him.”

“God…” Nate groaned, stroking harder. The way she talked—saying such dirty things with such a sweet, innocent expression on her face—was driving him crazy!

“Do you want to fill my pussy with your cream, Nate?” she asked, looking him in the eye as her fingers continued to dance between her thighs. “Do you want to put your long, thick shaft inside me and fuck me until you spurt deep in my pussy?”

“God, yes!” Suddenly he knew he couldn’t hold back anymore. With a growling gasp, he felt his balls tighten and then his cock jerked in his hand and he was coming, splattering the stone floor at the base of the pedestal that held the vase of dried flowers with rope after rope of hot cum.

His own orgasm seemed to bring on Lan’ara’s as well, even though they weren’t touching.

“Oh Goddess, I feel your pleasure surging! I feel your release, Nate!” she moaned. Throwing back her head, she rubbed harder between her thighs, her bare breasts heaving as she gave herself up to what appeared to be an extremely intense orgasm.

“That’s right, sweetheart—come hard,” Nate heard himself growling. God, she was gorgeous when she came! He wished he could feel her pleasure the way she could apparently feel his. But just watching her let go like this was erotic enough to make his cock surge, even though he’d just come himself.

At last she gave a little moan of satisfaction and relaxed back against the stone wall of the shrine behind her.

“Ahh…that was a wonderful sacrifice,” she sighed contentedly.

“It sure as fuck was,” Nate agreed, putting his cock back in his trousers. “Uh, should we clean up some?” he asked, thinking it wasn’t very fucking nice to just leave his cum all over the floor.

“No need. Look—your sacrifice of cream has been accepted.”

Lan’ara nodded at the vase of dried flowers on the stone pedestal.

But looking at them, Nate realized that they didn’t look dried anymore. In fact, they seemed to have come back to life—their petals were lush and full and their stems were green with new leaves. And the place where he had shot his cum at the base of the stone pedestal was completely dry.

“What the fuck?” He got up to examine the flowers more closely. “How in the hell did that happen?”

“I told you—your sacrifice was accepted,” Lan’ara said simply.

She had straightened her gown and was crouching beside the metal spigot in the corner to rinse her hands. Nate wished he had caught her before she did that—he would have liked to suck the pussy honey from her slim fingers. But maybe that wasn’t allowed—possibly washing up afterwards was part of her own sacrifice of pleasure.

“Should we go on?” she asked, straightening up and smiling at him. “We still have a little distance to go before we reach The Singing Forest.”

“Oh, uh—sure.” Nate nodded, feeling a bit dazed. Had they really just gotten off together like it was no big deal? He liked the sexual freedom of Lan’ara’s culture, but it still felt a little strange to perform such an intimate act with a woman he hadn’t even known a week ago.

Are you sure about that? whispered a little voice in his head. Doesn’t she seem more and more familiar—more and more right, Nate? Maybe she’s right and the two of you have been dreaming of each other, only you never remember your dreams because of that fucking nightmare about Maddy.

The thought of his little sister caused a surge of melancholy. God, he wished he knew where she was and if she was all right! He wished he could have saved her that night they got separated.

Lan’ara’s light touch on his arm made him turn his head.

“You’re sad now,” she said softly and it wasn’t a question. “Why, Nate? What can I do to help ease your pain?”

“It’s nothing,” he said gruffly. “Just…thinking about my little sister. I wish I knew where she was…and if she’s safe.”

Her eyes filled with sympathy.

“I understand. I promise when we get to the Mother Ship we’ll search for her.”

“Thank you. But when will that be?” Nate asked.

“When you’re healed and whole,” Lan’ara said firmly. “Come, we need to go.”

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