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“Really, I’d rather no—” she yawned, interrupting her own words of protest.

“When you awaken next, we will fuck,” Sarus purred as Horas rose from the stool and scooped her into his arms.

She glared at him. “What if I don’t want to?”

“You will,” Horas assured her. “We are mated.”

“That doesn’t mean—”

Horas opened his mouth and a drop of his venom dripped onto her skin. It soaked in. A full body shudder rippled through Evangeline as her libido ignited.

“Ooooh!”

Sarus reached over and rubbed her peaked nipples. She squirmed and gasped as lust sizzled through her veins. Her arousal began to seep from her core and perfumed the air as Horas carried her to the bedroom. Sarus followed. Evangeline moaned again.

“We’ll be gentle, little flame,” Horas promised.

Evangeline trembled, unable to remain still, and muttered, “Fuck me.”

“As you wish,” Sarus hissed, dropping his kilt to the floor. He stroked his primary cock, the thick stalk copiously leaking, as Horas settled their mate on the bed. The younger male crawled onto the bed and gently spread his mate’s legs to expose her wet, glistening pussy. Kneeling between her legs, he inhaled deeply, opening his mouth to taste her heady scent on the air. She moaned again, the sound music to his ears. He grasped her thighs and pulled her closer.

Horas dipped a finger down to stroke her weeping center. A high keening noise escaped their mate’s plump lips. Her hips bucked. Horas moved around, climbed on to the large bed, and began to lick her breasts which swelled for him, each furled nipple straining against his tongue.

Evangeline cried out again as Sarus eased forward, slowly penetrating her until she gasped against the fullness of his occupation within her body.

“Roll over, Sarus,” Horas ordered.

“She is not prepared,” Sarus said, his voice thick and guttural with the effort to remain quiet within the hot, slick grip of her body.

“She will be,” Horas promised.

Sarus nodded and gathered their mate to him, pulling her so that she sat upright, straddling his lap, his cock buried deeply within her. He slowly toppled to the side, rolling so that he lay on his back and she lay against his front.

“Hold her steady,” Horas ordered.

Sarus’ big hands slid down to cup her buttocks. He kneaded the rounded flesh, then spread her nether cheeks.

“What–”

Horas spat, the mixture of saliva and venom landing on her anus. Evangeline squealed, then keened again as he rubbed the liquid into her skin. Warmth bloomed and her muscles felt strangely languid. She shuddered when a few more drops of venom dripped onto her and her body reacted with heightened lust. Sarus purred as his cock began to pulse and vibrate within her.

When she felt the blunt tip of Horas’ primary cock at her anus, Evangeline strained forward in a futile attempt to escape. She opened her mouth to cry out, but Sarus filled her mouth with his own venom-coated tongue. She suckled his tongue, unable to stop herself from wanting more, more,more. She felt and heard the viscous squelch of Horas’ own lubrication as he eased inside her. The sensation of his large cock sliding against Sarus’ cock buried within her body, separated only by a thin membrane, drove a cry from her lips.

Evangeline rested her forehead against Sarus’ clavicle and clamped her blunt teeth on his bulging pectoral muscle. She’d never felt so full, sostuffed. She shivered and tried to rock her hips, needing the movement to let her fly over the precipice of climax. She shivered again when she felt the light press of Horas’ chest against her back. She cried out when his cock began to pulse and vibrate, too.

Then something prodded her clit. It wasn’t a finger, because Sarus’ hands remained clamped on her butt, gently kneading the quivering flesh, and one of Horas’ hands was rolling and plucking her left nipple while the other arms remained braced beside Sarus to hold his weight. She saw the triangle tip of Horas’ tail as it slid around her neck to tease her other breast and realized that it was Sarus’ tail that was tickling her clitoris.

Gently restrained and stimulated beyond all prior experience, Evangeline’s body could accept no more. She screamed as she climaxed over and over, exquisite pleasure pulsing through her, growing higher and stronger, until she began to plead for respite.

“Please, please, no more,” she begged. “I can’t take it.”

It could have been hours or perhaps only a few seconds, but her mates did not release her until they, too, had emptied themselves into her receptive body. She whimpered as they withdrew from her body. The slick, wet drag of their flesh separating from hers set off weaker orgasms and left her quivering and boneless.

Once again, she found herself being carried into the bathroom and gently bathed. Her mates teased her body into three more gentle orgasms before they dried her off and returned her to the bed to rest. She had neither the mental nor physical energy to object when Horas murmured, “You will accept our decision and direction in all things, little flame.”

Chapter10

During rare moments alone over the next several days, Evangeline mulled over Horas’ assertion of her obedience. It rankled. Yet, a drop of either mate’s venom acted as a most powerful aphrodisiac during those days of what Sarus called the Ahn’hudi mating heat. Constant sex and a multitude of orgasms kept her body in a state of near-boneless satiation and her mind hazy.

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