She relished the anonymity darkness granted. She was a woman taken in the night by faceless strangers. The notion excited her when she was already aroused beyond conscience.
The vibrations returned, pressing against her clit, and she quaked in wonderful agony as pressure mounted. Pinned by the weight of her assailants, she couldn’t shift to escape as her holes were used, as the device thrummed its implacable insistence against her most sensitive flesh. Her pussy continued to convulse from the previous detonation as the next built higher.
The man thrusting into her mouth groaned. “Come,” he grated. The first jolt of hot, sweetish spice jetted against her tongue and slid down her throat.
Her pussy seized on the shaft hammering into it. Excitement twisted tight for an instant, then unraveled in abrupt release. The air filled with muffled groans as the men heaved against her, their passion streaking from their loins to fill her belly from both ends.
Her overwrought cunt continued to throb with orgasm when they left her, making space for the third. He flipped her over on her stomach, pulling her to the end of the bed, putting her in the same position she’d been for the switching. Tina’s legs wouldn’t hold her ass in the air, however. Someone gripped her hips, putting her in position. Twin prods readied at her entrances. They lunged within, strengthening the climax that hadn’t yet ended.
He’d been forced to watch as his clanmates had found ecstasy, and now he was frantic to realize his own. His groin slapped against Tina’s switch-stung ass, driving into her without any care but to relieve the desperate urge that voiced itself in continuous growls. She clenched the bedding in her fists, grinding her teeth so the surges of elation that came from his rough use voiced themselves in only tiny whimpers rather than screams. Her pussy continued its rhythmic contractions, delighting in the extended climax while urging the cock within to join in its rapture.
The man shuddered. His tempo grew erratic. Then came a grunt, as if he’d been surprised by something. He thumped against Tina with renewed energy, then voiced a series of quiet groans in rhythm with the jerking of his cocks. His heat filled her and slid out to drip down her inner thighs.
Everything slowed. The windstorm of inhalations and exhalations quieted. A warm, wet cloth washed her as the final ripples of pleasure left Tina, a dose of pain inhibitor soothed the aches, and sweet-smelling cream erased the marks of the switch.
“I’ll sleep tonight.” She spoke her assurance as they snuggled in a tight knot. Already, gray mist drifted through her mind, tugging her down into slumber.
“My poor love. This pace can’t keep up. You need a break from work and our needy siblings.” Tukui pressed a kiss to her cheek.
“They’ll get better. Give them time.”
“Meanwhile, you’re destroying yourself.” Yorso’s grieved voice wafted into the swirling vapors, growing more distant with each word.
“We’ll try something different tomorrow.”
Tukui’s firm tone roused Tina momentarily. “Something different?”
“Sleep. We’ll discuss it in the morning.”
She had no choice. Slumber was crawling over her, a heavy blanket smothering consciousness, allowing her to lie to herself that the situation would be improved when the sun came up.
Chapter Nineteen
Tukui closed the door to the master bedroom. He licked his lips, tasting the sweet saltiness of Earther blood. Too bad he’d not been able to taste other parts of his beloved that morning. He nodded to Osopa.
“She’ll sleep for at least another hour. I doubt a herd of ronka running through the apartment would wake her.”
Yorso was busy in the kitchen, putting together five breakfasts to go. He glanced at Tukui and Osopa as they headed down the hall toward the children’s room but didn’t speak. He’d asked to be the one to rouse the children, but Tukui had decided a firmer hand was required.
Dramok and Nobek paused by the bed, looking down on the little ones. Callie was a darling with her plump cheeks and tousled hair. Tukui wondered how she would react to the alteration in her usual routine. He hoped it wouldn’t be with tears. She’d been improving lately, and the thought of her regressing fill him with dread. Poor baby.
His regard moved to Zac. In sleep, he appeared as fragile and precious as his sister. Ancestors, how could Tukui get this heartbroken child to stop seeing him as the enemy? Was it at all possible?
Not this morning. He’ll despise me more than ever when he finds out how he’s spending