“Yesss!” she cried out through clenched teeth as she came, her body locking up hard as the sensations took over, engulfing her from head to toe while her limbs felt numb and her clit like a supernova of delight.
Zepharos’s back arched as she came, his cock stiffening even more, his hips bucking as an enormous climax burst from deep within him, an almost painfully hard gush of cum shooting into Maria’s spasming pussy as her own climax continued to break over her like a series of massive waves smashing into her relentlessly until her body felt like it could take no more.
They rode the waves together until, finally, she collapsed on top of him, chest heaving, her respiration fast and hard, her pulse thundering as if she’d run an Olympic sprint. It took only a moment before her vision cleared, her eyes locking with her lover’s, Zepharos’s gaze clear, sharp, and energized.
Maria realized she felt supercharged as well. Sex was always a delight, but this was different. There was no need to recover, but, rather, she felt full of pep.
“What happened? I feel so full of energy,” she marveled.
“Me too. I’d heard of this, but thought it was an old myth.”
“What?”
“That when Infalas were joined, partners could share one another’s pain as well as pleasure, and in rare instances, unite their power to heal, as it seems you just did to me. The toxin is gone from my body entirely.”
Maria blinked repeatedly in shock. “Wait. Are you saying I have amagic pussy?”
“I didn’t say?—”
“Oh. My. God! I need that on a shirt!”
“A shirt?”
“Forget it. Maybe a mug. Or some panties. In any case, my pussy ismagic!”
He grinned wide and bright, pulling her close, kissing her Infala, the rune flashing and tingling beneath his lips. “That it is, my dearest, and long before today.”
Zepharos sat up, rolling his shoulders and testing his body. By the look of joy on his face, it seemed that, indeed, he was good as new and ready for adventure. He rose to his feet, a spring in his step, moving to the rock sealing the doorway and pressing his ear to it.
“What are you doing?”
“Seeing if they’ve moved on. The Volvix don’t stay in one area long. They’re roaming pack hunters.”
“Yeah, but even if they’re not there now, they could come back at any time.”
“True, but once we hit the water, we’ll be safe. They don’t swim.”
“Water?”
“From what I was told, it should be very close. Just another cavern or two away. If we hurry, we can make it in no time and use it to get out of these caves.”
Maria looked at the pack animals, her heart breaking for them. “But what about our Llamalians? We can’t just leave them.”
“Who said we’d leave them? Haven’t you ever looked at their feet.”
“Hooves.”
“Not really. More of a combination,” he corrected. “And you’ll note that, while it takes a little up-close looking, they are, in fact, webbed. Llamalians don’t just cross streams. They areexcellentswimmers. Better than we are, I’d wager.” He leanedback and heaved the rock, rolling it out of the way, listening closely a moment then nodding, satisfied before heading out, leading the animals quietly. “Come on. We’ll be safe when we get to the water.”
Maria followed as he moved fast, his flashlight at its lowest level, the two hurrying past the bloody smear where their former attacker had been devoured. There was nothing left of it, the rest of the pack not letting a single bite go to waste. She shuddered, trying not to think about it, hurrying ahead as they plunged into a nearby tunnel, rushing toward the faint sound of water.
“Safe?” Maria exclaimed five minutes later when then exited a tunnel into the small cavern with rocky outcroppings along the walls. The place where the water sounds had originated. “You call thissafe?”
It wasn’t a stream or even a river. This was a racing torrent, the water flashing past and disappearing into a hole in the far wall.
“Trust me, it’s the fastest way out. The stories said?—”
“Did they say anything about drowning?”
