“Please what?”
“Use me.”
His slippery fingers pushed into her backside. She grunted at the sudden hard stretch.
“Please. Not too rough. Not there.”
“Three of your fingers? I can’t believe she can take that already. Unless...”
Tok’s cock thrust into her pussy.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered, trying to raise her hips to meet him.
It wasn’t necessary to do anything. He pulled her upright and off the bolster.
“Turn it. I want her riding it.”
A moment later, her legs were spread over the bolster and the v-shaped top was splitting her petal open. Her clit rubbed desperately as he fucked her like a common whore, facedown, bottom in the air, every secret exposed. He drove his fingers deep into her backside when he sank deep into her pussy. Then withdrew and thrust again.
Her soft cries turned louder and more frantic. The roughness of the way he stretched her back hole became intensely pleasurable. It was the same sore erotic pleasure that gnawed at her when he spanked or whipped her.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she rasped.
He rode her body, dragging her clit over the bolster again and again.
She came so hard her ears popped and thunder rumbled in her ears. It didn’t end. He continued fucking her through her first orgasm and into the second. She struggled and a fine sheen of sweat formed between her shoulder blades and on her temples. She found it hard to catch her breath.
Sweat from his straining muscles rained down on her back, and he cursed. He pushed deep, banging into her sensitive womb, making it cramp with longing. She wanted his seed all the way inside her.
Almost as if his body could hear nature’s siren song, he erupted inside her. She was already drenched and moisture spilled from the pool inside her to make room.
He pulled his fingers out and dropped down, his slick skin against hers as his heart slammed inside his chest. They both worked to catch their breath.
“Dead realms,” Roll whispered.
“Leave,” Tok said. There was no heat in his voice, just resolve. He rolled off her and slid her from the bolster until she dropped onto the mattress and him.
She started to move, but his arms tightened.
“Not yet. Stay.”
She rested her cheek against his shoulder, breathing into the hollow of his throat.
He whispered some words in Canypscan. She didn’t understand the words, but the warmth of his feelings was clear.
* * *
She woke some timelater, and her movements woke him.
“Are you well? Or uncomfortable?” he asked.
“Well.” She sat up and took a sip from the container of water. “I dreamt about Gissandre. I’m worried about her. Did Larsinc tell you what he intended to do when he found her? Not this, I hope.”
Tok put an arm behind his head. “She lied first. Why shouldn’t she pay for her lies the same way you’re paying for yours?”
She leaned forward, staring down at her hands. “She’s more emotional. Something like this—being punished and then used for pleasure—it could damage her peace of mind. She can be very high-strung. I’m afraid if she feels exploited, she might do anything to escape. Also, she still has a chance to get married to someone of consequence. That will be ruined if he has sex with her.”
“It could also damage her to have done a terrible thing that she never atones for, especially since she knows he saved her life.”
