“Fill me up,” she gasped. “Give it to me!”
Bodok let out a guttural moan, his balls slapping hard against her as he drove his cock deep, emptying himself inside of her. The hot explosion of cum felt incredible. Her ass was so sensitive, the Infala-driven climax sent her right over the edge along with him.
Her entire body clenched hard. So hard Bodok could no longer thrust. Could no longer move. He wrapped his arms around her, trembling and holding her tight as they both rode the wave of bliss together, their Infalas calling to one another, their ecstasy compounding until they both nearly blacked out.
Maureen was outside of her body for a moment, floating in a warm sea of pleasure, her essence intermingled with his, joined beyond their physical forms. Slowly, she returned to her senses, slipping slowly back into her body.
He held her close a long while, his massive arms supporting her weight as if she weighed no more than a kitten. She felt comfortable. Safe. At home. This was right. Perfect. And it was all she’d ever wanted.
Finally, he pulled his half-erect length out of her ass, a gush of warm cum trickling out with it. Maureen spotted a bucket filled with clean water and some rags. The sentry had left this for them, clearly. It made sense, he couldn’t very well have a prisoner returning smelling of sex now, could he? That would require an explanation he’d just as soon avoid.
She moistened the fabric and wiped herself clean, then did the same for Bodok, savoring the time she had left as she rinsed his beautiful cock clean.
Her hands, however, had another effect. His cock twitched and jerked at her touch, hardening yet again. She looked up and saw the desire in his eyes and there was no thought of objection within her.
Bodok hefted her up, his arms under her legs, holding her open as he lowered her pussy onto himself, her body clenching around him, pulling him close as he thrust within her.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped. “Oh,fuck!”
Her clit was grinding against his pelvis just right at this angle, and the way he was rubbing her G-spot quickly made her swell with arousal. He was so deep inside her, pushing up into her farther than she ever thought she could take. But their bodies were one now, their Infalas guiding them to even higher levels of bliss.
The thrusts grew in speed as he bounced her on his cock, slamming deep, her clit grinding so wonderfully against him, every nerve ending singing with bliss. He bit her shoulder and groaned as he climaxed deep inside her one more time.
“Yes!” she cried out as she came with him, their orgasms intertwined as if they were one.
Bodok’s legs faltered and he sank to his knees before sliding all the way to the ground, holding his woman tight in his arms.
It took a long time for them to come to their senses, during which they simply lay there, tracing the lines of each other’s bodies with their fingertips.
“What the hell was that?” Maureen finally asked when her head cleared enough for rational thought. “My Infala. It felt…I don’t know what that was.”
Bodok grinned, his finger tentatively rubbing his damaged runes. “It was a fraction of what it could be,” he replied. “It is impossible. Or, it should be. But our Infalas are uniting, even with the damage mine possesses.”
“How is that possible?”
“I do not know,” he replied. “But with you, it would seem the impossible is not.”
Bodok reluctantly released his grasp on her and rose to his feet. Maureen did the same, though she was a bit more unsteady. They wiped themselves off with the wet rags and put on their clothes, not daring touch each other again lest they be unable to control their urges and find themselves in physical pain from excessive sex once the endorphins wore off.
Bodok and Maureen stood at the doorway, staring into each other’s eyes.
“This is farewell,” he said, a sad reluctance in his voice. “For now.”
Maureen wrapped her arms around him tight. “Don’t die tomorrow.”
He tenderly kissed the top of her head. “I will do my best.”
Maureen squeezed tighter, hoping his best would be enough.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
The arrival of the tournament brought with it an influx of visitors from other parts of the planet. Most were from nearby settlements and trading outposts—it was a large world, after all—but some came quite a distance to view, and more importantly, bet on the fights.
The Mondarians had found a way to not only amuse their own populace, but generate additional revenue for the city as a whole in the process. Lodgings would be booked, goods sold, and trade would increase with each tourney.
This week’s was only a qualifier, featuring lower-tier combatants vying for an opportunity to participate in the main even the following week, but there would be at least a few top-tier fights at the end of the night to satiate the bloodthirsty crowd.
And it was the crowd that really mattered.
