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“You’re so hard,” she gasped. “You feel so good.”

“You are the only one who can make me this hard,” he said raggedly.

He put a hand on her back to steady himself and began to move with a rhythm that made her weak with pleasure. She could feel every bump and ridge on his cock as it stroked her inner walls and rubbed her G spot.

The sensation was compounded by the textured base of his shaft which pressed between her buttocks each time he thrust, something she found hugely erotic.

“Harder,” she moaned, arching her spine. He plunged deeper and was rewarded with a cry of ecstasy. “Yes! Like that! Fuck me like that!”

Her orgasm started deep in the pit of her stomach. Waves of pleasure spilled through her with every thrust, dissolving her body into liquid gold. She cried out as she peaked and crested, coming in a hot rush.

Vahn almost lost control as she clenched around him but with monumental willpower he slowed his rhythm until the moment passed.

“That was number two,” he told her huskily. “One more.”

“I can’t…” She could barely speak.

“You can. You will. For me.”

He started to thrust more forcefully, sending pulses of excitement cascading through her loins. She threw her head back as her senses began to overload once again. It was like having lots of little orgasms, one after another, each one more intense than the last.

“God, you’re going to kill me,” she panted.

Vahn slipped a serpetrus under the neckline of her dress to pull and suck on her nipples. He loved how hard they became when she was coming. She whimpered with excitement as her pussy started to throb harder.

“Stroke my clit,” she gasped. He circled her pleasure spot with his fingers and she thrust her hips backwards, trying to get more of him into her. “Yes. Yes, don’t stop!”

She came apart in her most intense orgasm yet. Her body stiffened as concentrated ecstasy erupted from her core, streaming through muscle and bone, rendering her incapable of thought or movement.

Vahn felt her shuddering climax and lost control. Pleasure roared through him as he gripped her hips and drove himself into her. The sharp spikes on his back erected as he approached his own release.

And then he was groaning her name and spurting hisgiremin a sweet, sweet explosion that left him utterly spent.

There were no words between them as he gathered her into his arms and pulled her to the floor, cradling her so close he didn’t know where he ended and she began.

Thirty Seven

He propped himself up on one arm and grinned down at her. She rolled her eyes.

“Stop looking so pleased with yourself.”

“I told you. Three.”

“At least. There may have been more.” She stretched languorously. “And now I need another shower.”

“My apologies.” Vahn sounded smug, not sorry at all.

“Totally worth it.” She touched a finger to the pale blue fluid smeared on her thigh. “Can I ask you something? What does this look like when it’s fertile? You know, when you add the magic stuff from your… what did you call it?”

“Mybalinzhgland.” It was the gland beneath his bottom dorsal spike. “It renders mygiremwhite.”

“You’ve checked, huh?”

“Of course. Stimulating thebalinzhgland is highly pleasurable for males. But we do not release it into females unless we’re procreating. Its emission has a marked impact on them.”

“Well, duh,” she teased. “It gets them knocked up.”

“That, and its release is enough to trigger a prolonged climax in one’s mate.”