She shook her head. Wex laid down several stern thumps of the paddle.
She cried out and Roll popped his cock in. Wex squeezed the girl’s swollen posterior, encouraging her to do her duty as handmaiden.
Soon she was sucking heartily, despite her tears. Wex lightened the swats of the paddle, knowing she was already sore. The healthy crimson color of blood rushing to the surface of her wounded buttocks turned his cock viciously hard. Her arched back offered him a perfect target, the plump dew-covered petals of her sex enticing him irresistibly.
Wex dropped the paddle and shoved his skin pants down to his thighs. His ruddy cock sprang up hungrily. He positioned himself and slid into her. She moaned and then whimpered in perfect submission.
He gripped her hips as Roll gripped her hair.
“Nice,” Roll said with a grin. “Spit-roasted to perfection.”
The easy thrusts showed her body off, her breasts swinging, nipples stiff little points. She moaned and pushed back. He loved her healthy womanly excitement. He drove deeper, banging against her flushed buttocks and bumping against the mouth of her sensitive womb. She whimpered, but raised her tail higher. He bent forward and cupped her breasts, squeezing the soft globes.
“Lovely,” Roll said, pushing deeper into her throat and groaning with satisfaction. Then he tipped his head back, clearly on the brink.
Their beautiful handmaiden shuddered as Roll began to come in her mouth. Then an orgasm rippled through her, milking Wex’s cock deliciously. He closed his eyes as her spasms sent a thrill through him and his balls tightened. Seed spilled from him.
* * *
After her second climax, when she’d been filled at both ends with their seed, Roll unstrapped her and Wex picked her up and cuddled her against his chest while she panted and cried. She melted against him, feeling sated and exceptionally calm.
He kissed her forehead and held her close, rubbing her arms and back.
Eventually she couldn’t resist falling asleep in his embrace.
She wasn’t sure how long she’d slept, but when she woke, she was lying on the table while Roll wiped her skin with a soft cloth full of fragrant suds.
She sucked in a hiss of a breath when he cleaned between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, trapping his arm.
“Sore there, pretty one? Of course you would be. Not used to forceful fucking yet. I’ll be more gentle. Relax for me now,” he whispered.
Hesitantly she eased her legs open. True to his word, his touch was light.
“There, good. Now a rinse with spring water and then some aris-infused lotion. That’ll feel really nice.”
She stared up at him. It did sound nice, especially the extract from the aris plant, which had excellent soothing and healing properties. He held out a hand, and she allowed herself to be helped to a sitting position.
He wiped away excess soap, then put slipper shoes on her feet.
When he beckoned, she followed him through the dwelling and outside the cave. The light shone brightly on them, showing the gray hair at his temples and the crinkles around his eyes.
“How old are you, Rollow?”
“Forty-one.”
“Tokurn and Wex?”
“Tok’s twenty-seven, Wex twenty-four.”
“Who’s the leader?”
“Tok’s the leader on missions. Wex takes the lead in piloting the ship. He has a feel for flight like no one I’ve ever seen. I’m in charge of the crew’s health.”
“Larsinc?”
“We’ve taken on some dangerous expeditions. Ketturans are mercenaries, but honorable ones who always remain loyal to the crew or army they’ve been hired by for the length of the mission. He was originally hired for a mission to Florga. While being chased by federation fighters, we’d dropped some treasure there because the raptors, alligators, and spike fish are so thick that men can’t pass over land or water. A safe place to drop treasure. Not a good spot to retrieve it from. Kettura has raptors. Its warriors know how to avoid them and, if necessary, how to trap or kill them. It usually takes an entire hunting party, but between Tok and Larsinc, with a careful plan, the treasure cases were reclaimed. A series of pulse waves stunned most of the surrounding spike fish and gators. A screeching siren and cascading electrical whips drove the raptors back long enough for Wex to make the dive. I expected to treat horrible wounds and life-threatening hemorrhage. I had stocked up on replacement blood and artery clamps. All I got was one thigh gash and seventeen impaled fish spikes.” He smiled. “They are a crew like none I’ve seen. To drop and return in just thirty-seven minutes with six cases full of riches from a place like Florga? Unparalleled.”
“Have you been with many crews?”
