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I twist, trying to look behind me when I feel warm fingers move into my bra and twist my nipple harshly making me cry out, rolling it between their fingers only to look up and see it is Matitus who is watching.

“Stay still,” he says, and I huff, turning back my hands going purple from the loss of circulation to my hands. Dragus uses his foot tapping my feet which are barely on the ground.

“Legs apart,” he commands.

I wriggle as much as I can from this position. His hand comes down on my ass hard, the stinging slap making me shudder and hiss.

“God, I love the sounds she makes,” Dragus murmurs, moving between my legs.

The head of his cock presses against my throbbing core as he lines up, thrusting in. His hands grip my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, watching himself slip in and out of me. The friction builds, making me moan loudly as his thrusts become more urgent.

His fingers trace my ass crack. His thumb shoves inside me, making me squirm, relaxing moments later.

My orgasm builds as he continues to hit that spot inside me, my toes curling. I reach my brink, exploding around his cock. My walls clench him, and his movements become jerky before he stills. My pussy milks his cock as it spasms around him, my own orgasm leaving me covered in a sheen of sweat.

Breathless, I feel Matitus fiddling with the belt around my wrists. Dragus pulls out of me, the sound of him pulling up his pants filling the room.

If I wasn’t sore before, I definitely am now, my insides feeling rubbed raw.

My wrists ache as blood rushes back, regaining circulation.

Turning, Dragus picks up my clothes. Matitus kneels in front of me, helping me step into my pants.

Dragus hands me my shirt, kissing my swollen lips.

I get dressed just as the door opens, Silas popping his head in.

“Damn missed all the fun,” he says sniffing the air.

“Come on, lunch is done and after that we are going flying,” he says.

“Flying?”

“Don’t you think it’s about time you try out those new wings?” he asks. I shake my head worried, and not only that I don’t know how to make them come out again or if I could.

“Stop stressing, eat first, worry later,” he says, giving me a wink and reaching his hand out to me. I place mine in his, letting him drag me out. I just want to go take a nap but food sounds better, I was starving.