her. She couldn’t see Tukui well. He was kneeling by her bed as he licked where he’d bitten her. His chest, upper abdomen, and a muscled arm were tantalizing glimpses of a powerful frame. She had a better view of Yorso, who was half on the tiny bed with her. He played with her breasts, sending exciting darts down to her avid womanhood. His toned physique was as lovely as any sculpture she’d seen, though he displayed far more flesh than she’d dared to imagine on a man.
Her gaze went to the most forbidden sight of all. Was she seeing double? No, one was smaller than the other. Were they supposed to have two?
Before she could puzzle it out, her attention was taken by the large figure at the end of the bed. Osopa placed a knee between her legs, his strong, carved figure leaning toward her. His twin shafts curved toward a rippled abdomen, shining as if wet. As if obeying a signal, Tukui and Yorso grabbed Tina’s thighs, wrapping their arms about them to hold her open as Osopa loomed overhead.
He’s going to put them in me. The thought sent a voluptuous shock to her womanhood, and wetness spilled from her. Tina stared at the Nobek’s glistening lengths. Was being wet a normal part of readying for sex? The little she knew had been gleaned from hints and warnings from the nuns, giggled guesses from other girls. No one had mentioned this oddity.
As Yorso bent to lick at a pointed nipple, sending a cascade of warm tingles down to make her wetter, Tina admitted she wanted to know all the secrets. She sobbed anew, her confused excitement needing a voice. Osopa stroked her softness, setting off effervescent elation. Even as eagerness rose to make her gasp and her hips jerked up to invite more, she heeded the last remnant of shame before her surrender to debauchery. “Please, please God, forgive me,” she gasped.
Then Osopa’s finger was inside her, stroking slowly but steadily. She cried out at the thunderclap of pleasure. From far away, she heard him say, “No forgiveness is required. This is what your beautiful body was made for.”
Osopa looked at her with such gentleness that Tina could hardly believe he was the same fierce, unfeeling warrior who’d terrified her. When his thumb brushed the swollen bit that peeked from her red pubic curls, sending luscious shocks throughout her, she forgave him for scaring her. She would have forgiven him for anything in that instant.
Tukui kissed her with that hot demand that turned her inside out. Yorso sucked on her breasts so that her eyes rolled in ecstasy. And Osopa, wonderful Osopa, pumping fingers in and out so her muscles clenched at him, teased that eager nubbin so she moaned and writhed beneath them.
When the Nobek shifted so a slick finger entered her other entrance, it was a shock that brought an involuntary “No.” Osopa responded by pressing a second in.
“Yes, Matara,” he whispered. His fingers twisted and turned, stretching the tightness, easing it to accommodate the thick digits.
“Yes, Matara,” he said again, moving so he was warm against her. His touch disappeared, and Tina whimpered. Tukui pressed a kiss to her lips again, easing the loss.
It was only momentary, as pressure pushed against her entrances. She relaxed against it, delighted for those delicious sensations of flesh within hers, driving in and out. After a moment, she realized she wasn’t feeling fingers this time.
By slow increments, an aching fullness asserted itself, driving in just a little, then drawing back before pressing further in. Perhaps it should have been unpleasant. There was a sense of hurt. But the euphoria of Tukui’s bite spread sensual tranquility through her veins and the constant friction of Osopa’s calloused thumb stroked her nub. Pain added to, rather than detracted from, her bliss. The way Tukui and Yorso restrained her also lent heady excitement to what was happening. Even with Osopa’s bullet-shaped rams widening in girth the further he thrust in, the torment was a gift she thrilled to.
There was an instant of sharp agony that tried to yank her from the once-unknown delights of carnal joining, but it faded quickly. Better yet, when she cried out at the jolt of pain, she was rewarded with kisses and caresses sweeter than before. Osopa murmured, “It’s over now, my beauty. The pain of the first time is brief and won’t trouble you again.”
He was right. There was a steady rise to ecstasy as his