Текст книги "The Sea-Ogre's Eager Bride"

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Chapter

Twenty-Seven

VALI

Inever knew that slingshot fishing could be so much fun. It’s not something that ever occurred to me—I thought fishing always happened with a net or a fishing pole. I know Ranan uses a trident, but he swims underwater so I figure the rules are different for him. But slingshot fishing makes me feel powerful and strong, like a water goddess of fishing.

“You’re getting pretty good at this,” Balo tells me as we tread water at the side of one of the older turtles. Its head is covered with fuzzy seaweed that drifts in the sea around it and I’m told her name is Sjaata and she likes chin scratches. I rub the enormous chin while I hoist my spear into the air, a wriggling blue fish on the forked end.

“I love this,” I gush to him, and I mean it. I kill the fish and toss it into the large hole-strewn basket on Sjaata’s side. There, other fish float in the water while waiting for someone to come and prepare them. I’ve seen the elders and some of the children go and grab the fish to clean and gut. No one declares ownership of a catch. It’s assumed that if it goes in the basket, it’s for anyone to use. It all gets used, too.

And I’m happy to contribute. After a week of being on the flotilla with the others, I’m starting to get the hang of things. I can swim now, and while I can’t tear through the water like Dorran or Ranan, I do all right. Balo has a pair of long reinforced leather flaps that he straps to his feet to help him paddle, but I don’t have those yet. It’s not the speed of my swimming anyhow. No one cares if I’m fast or slow, they just want to make sure they don’t have to rescue me. Now that I know how to swim, Balo’s been teaching me how to do some of the chores. I’m not great with fish leather; it requires extremely careful handling and very fine cutting, and after I mangled a skin, we decided I’d be better at other things. For the last few days, I’ve been practicing with Balo’s sling spear. It’s a thin spear with a two-pronged tine at the end, and the other end has a rubbery strap that I’m told is made from the guts of a particularly nasty deep-sea squid. The band is wrapped around the lower arm and elbow and made taut, and when I see something I want to spear, I release it and the spear goes flying through the crystalline waters. There’s a second, longer leash on the spear that keeps me from losing it in the depths, or else it’d have disappeared several flubbed “throws” ago.

But today, I speared a fish. Today is awesome. It’s just a little one, but as I get more comfortable in the water, I can go deeper and get the bigger fish.

Maybe if I work hard enough, the people here will accept me. They’re already giving me easier looks, but I want more than that. I want to be loved and accepted. If they love me, maybe Ranan will, too.

Ranan. I wrap the sling around my arm again and contemplate my failing relationship with my not-quite husband. We sleep together every night, but things are off between us. I want to beg him to love me, to forgive me for getting upset at his words…but at the same time, I’m trying to be stronger than that. Braver than that. Because Ranan is always saying I should want things for myself.

Well, I want a husband that loves me, and if Ranan decided that we’re going to be married out of pity, I don’t want it.

My new plan is to learn all that I can here while I’m stranded, and be a strong, valuable part of the flotilla. Then when this flotilla joins up with another for a meet, I’ll move over to another, or find someone that will take me to shore. I don’t have to stay here with Ranan, not if it’s going to carve my heart out of my chest just by looking at him.

Because I wanted what I thought we had. We were becoming so good together. And now I’m crushed that it might have been all in my mind all this time. That he never cared for me the way I cared for him. That he was just humoring me.

That he wanted a bribe all this time. Ugh. Just thinking about it makes me want to curl up into a ball of misery.

“Well, well. Look who’s up and around,” Balo calls out cheerfully. He tosses his thick wet hair back and runs a hand over his face, wiping away water. “Long time no see, my friend.”

As if my thoughts have summoned him, Ranan hobbles over to the edge of Sjaata. He’s using a spear as a walking stick, and his injured leg is bent, so he doesn’t put weight on it. There’s a seaweed bandage wrapped around the wound, but I know from my own examinations of it that it’s so much better than it was before. He looks good, though. Healthy. There’s a light sheen of sweat from his exertions, but if anything, it just reminds me of how nice it feels to touch him. How his hard muscles feel under my fingertips.

Gods. I’m still lusting after him even knowing that he doesn’t want me. I’m a mess.

“Aye,” Ranan says with a heavy, contented sigh. He shifts his weight, then awkwardly leans on his good leg again, as if he’d forgotten his injury for a moment. “I’m allowed to get off my tail, finally. I can’t put much weight on the leg but I hope it will get stronger every day.”

“Don’t push yourself,” I say. I worry he’s going to tear something and I’ll be responsible for not tending to him correctly in the first place.

His gaze lands on me, lingering. “I won’t.”

Good. Well. I swallow, trying to think of something to say. Normally I’m not tongue-tied around Ranan, but this doesn’t seem like the time for casual chatter about the flotilla or how many fish I’ve gutted today. Not when he regards me with that almost caressing expression, as if it’s pleasing just to look at me. I wish he looked at me like that, always. Maybe then I wouldn’t be so dismayed when he misspeaks.

Ranan continues to gaze down at me with that soft look in his eyes, as if he’s feasting on me. “You’re swimming well.”

I grow flustered because now he sounds proud of me, too. “Stronger every day, just like your leg.”

He chuckles, his gaze lighting up with amusement at my retort. “Indeed.” But when he looks over to Balo, his expression ices over and becomes remote. “Teaching her spear fishing when she’s new to swimming seems dangerous. She could get hurt.”

Balo shakes his head at that, swimming over to my side. “She’s a natural. She’s doing a great job and picking it up very quickly. You’d be proud of her.”

Ranan bristles.

Actually bristles.

“I’m always proud of her,” he says, voice stiff. “Vali is strong and smart. She knows how to take care of herself. How to survive. I would never imply that she’s helpless.”

I’m a little startled at his fierce reaction. Balo has been nothing but complimentary and encouraging of my spear fishing. I absently twist the stretchy cord tight around my hand, as if I were about to launch my spear. I don’t know what to make of Ranan’s words. He’s acting jealous of Balo, which makes no sense. He has known Balo for far longer than me. Balo is married to his uncle. And yet he hates the thought of him teaching me things? “I’m just trying to learn,” I say quietly. “So I can be a contributing member of the flotilla.”

“That’s not why I brought you here,” Ranan snaps.

I recoil as if stung, staring at the waters even as I tread in them silently.

“You don’t have to prove anything to anyone,” Ranan says after a long, reluctant moment. “That’s not why you’re here. If anything, I’m the one…”

Just then, a large shadow passes under our feet, swimming below us. Ranan trails off.

Balo puts a calm hand on my shoulder. “Not a shark. A thunderfish. Tasty eating if⁠—”

Perfect. That’s all I need to know.

Before he can finish, I duck under the water and surge down toward the thunderfish. It’s the answer I’ve been looking for. It’s the sacrifice I need for Lord Vor. Maybe if I present this to him, my luck will change. Ranan will look at me with that affectionate, devouring gaze always.

He’ll love me.

I surge down into the waters, towards the fish. Balo is splashing behind me, probably to stop me. It’s huge, I realize in a flash. Longer than my body, and swimming slowly. This will be a true feast for the god of the seas. I let my spear fly.

It all happens in the space of a breath. Going under, a dive toward the fish, the sling of my spear. Time moves slowly, and I watch my spear sail through the water. I can almost hear the thud as it sinks into the large fish’s flank and blood blooms in the waters.

Then, there’s a jerk on the cord. The large fish jolts, and I’m pulled along in the water after it.

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

RANAN

Before Vali’s spear connects, I know what’s going to happen.

I shout even as the fish bolts away, swimming at top speed, and drags her smaller form along with it.

“—if they weren’t such a pain to catch,” Balo finishes, his voice rising in panic. “No!”

I toss aside my crutch and dive into the water. There’s no time to think—I have to get to Vali before the fish swims so deep and so far that she drowns. I move through the water, using all four arms to surge as fast as possible. Balo will call for help rather than attempt to save her himself—he knows he won’t be fast enough—but by that time, it might be too late. I kick in the water, ignoring the hot shock of pain that lances up my leg. I swim, following along behind that fish, moving so speedily that it’s nothing but a blur in the waters.

And dragging behind it, frantically clawing at the water, is my Vali. She flails as the fish darts back and forth, trying to shake her loose, but she’s got the safety loop tied to her ankle. The fish drags her along, feet first, and zigzags back and forth along the ocean floor. I know these fish—I know that they bolt and head for deeper waters when startled, and that is a death sentence for Vali. I fight my own panic as the fish darts, moving entirely too close to a coral reef. My leg throbs in pain but I ignore it, because I’m gaining on the impossibly swift thunderfish.

With every bit of energy I have left, I surge forward and reach for one of Vali’s flailing arms that windmill in the water. I grasp onto her and she clings to me, a bubbled scream emerging from her throat. The fish jerks and slows, trying a different route for escape with more weight on the line, and I clutch my mate even as I climb up her body, heading for the offending cuff. When I reach it, it takes a few moments for me to undo the tight knot, and then her foot slips free. She immediately darts for the surface and I grab her hand, hauling her along with me. She hasn’t been under so deep and so long that she needs to surface slowly. Right now, she needs air more than anything.

I want to shout with relief when I break the surface and drag Vali upward until she crashes through. She immediately coughs and chokes, spewing water from her mouth and nose.

“I’ve got you,” I tell her, anchoring an arm at her waist that will keep her head above water.

She sobs as she coughs, clinging to me and sputtering. More water pours out of her and her ragged breaths sound wet. She’s shaking all over and the realization that I almost lost her hits me. If I hadn’t been standing there, Vali would be gone. Dead. Balo—or any other human—can’t swim fast enough to catch up with a panicked thunderfish. She would have just disappeared, never to be seen again.

The idea terrifies me. I shake her, frantic. “What were you thinking, Vali?!”

She coughs harder, managing to sputter, “Lord…Vor…”

“I said I would take you! What, you think a few days with a spear and a few swimming lessons and you can suddenly do whatever you like? Don’t be foolish, Vali!”

She pushes at me, another sob breaking her throat. “Can’t you wait until we get back to the flotilla to get mad at me?”

“You almost didn’t make it back! I almost lost you!” I give her another little shake. “Do you understand that?”

Vali splashes water at me, as frustrated as I am. “I know it was wrong now! Quit yelling!”

“I’m not yelling!” I bellow.

“I’m just trying to prove my worth!”

“Your worth?” I roar, trapping her above the water’s surface with my right arm while my left arms swim frantically for the safety of the flotilla. A brief glance shows me just how far Vali’s been pulled, and it makes my leg ache just seeing how far it had taken her so quickly. “You don’t need to prove anything! To anybody!”

Vali lets out a scream of rage…that she ruins by coughing. “I don’t understand you, Ranan! If we’re not here so I can prove myself to your people, then why are we here?”

She clings to me, even as she argues, and I don’t mind that with every cough she’s spraying my face. I welcome every ragged breath she takes. Even though I’m furious, I’m starting to grow angry at myself, too. Vali thinks that I brought her here to see how she’d fit in with my people? Doesn’t she realize I don’t care if she fits in with them or not?

“We’re here,” I say, rolling onto my back so I can let her rest her upper body on my stomach as she shivers and quakes, “because I am proving myself to you. I am going to marry you in front of all of my people so you will no longer think I am trying to get rid of you. So we’ll have truth between us and you won’t feel the need to pretend out of fear that I’ll give you away. So you’ll realize what I’ve been trying to tell you all along. That you are my wife, now and forever.”

She stares at me as she clings to my abdomen, and I anchor my arm tighter around her waist. I can’t help but notice that she’s still wearing the foolish dress she insists upon, though now it is bunched and gathered at her waist, stuck around the belt. Her magnificent breasts heave against my chest, and she sputters. Her hand slaps against my chest, though it doesn’t hurt. “You…idiot! Are you serious?”

“Very.”

Vali bursts into tears and holds onto me tighter.

I…hope that’s a good sign. I run my knuckles along one cheek even as I continue to backstroke the long way back to the flotilla. “You’re not hurt, are you? I can’t bear the thought of you hurt.”

“I’m fine,” she sobs, even as I continue to swim us to safety. “You could have told me.”

“I’ve tried. I’m terrible at this. At us. At telling you how I feel. You deserve better.”

Vali just shakes her head and holds onto me tighter. “I don’t want better. I want you. I thought you hated me. That I embarrassed you in front of your people.”

“Never. And…I don’t care what they think. I just want you to realize that I want you.”

“Even if I’m a bride and not a bribe?” She sniffs hard, lifting her head.

“You are the greatest prize I’ve ever pulled off a boat. I didn’t realize I wanted you at first, but now I’m glad I have you.” I give her another little shake, still terrified at the sight of her disappearing under the water, tugged along by the thunderfish. “And for the love of all the gods, do not go fishing without me!”

“Oh no, your leg!” she blurts out, her hands moving frantically over me and nearly causing me to dump her back into the water. “Is your leg all right?”

“I’m fine. I’ll live. It doesn’t matter. All that mattered was saving you.”

She clings to my wet chest and gazes up at me with dark, aching eyes. “Please tell me this isn’t you misspeaking. Tell me the truth, Ranan. I can handle it, I swear.”

Exasperated, I roll forward and grab her in all four of my arms, holding her tight. My leg throbs and aches, but I ignore it so I can look her in the eye. “Woman, I am going to drag you in front of my people and marry you because I love you. Will you be my bride, Vali? My wife?”

She squeals and flings her arms around my neck.

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

VALI

My wedding day is a magical one. Even though I have yet to give Lord Vor his fish, it feels as if the gods are smiling down upon myself and Ranan. The weather is beautiful, the sun shining and a light breeze making the warmth pleasant. Ranan’s mother Ajinai is in our tent with me. I’ve placed my tiara in my hair and woven the ribbons Ranan gave me through my curls. Ajinai helps me dress in the traditional garb of a woman of the seakind—several long, thick necklaces made of shells and pearls, and a long, pearl-lined wrap skirt made of fish leather. She has made these garments in anticipation of Ranan’s future bride, and so they’re all a bit oversized. The skirt is so long it drags on the ground behind me, made for a much taller woman. I don’t care. Ajinai looks at me with approval and happiness, and I feel beautiful.

“You will keep these,” she says to me. “Use them as an example so you can make them for your daughter when she is old enough.”

I’m not sure if we’ll want children, but I like that this is mine to keep. I give her the cobweb of gold collar because I’ll never wear it, and she smiles with radiant happiness, immediately putting it on.

Now we’re both adorned for my wedding, and I feel a little closer to Ranan’s mother.

We emerge from the tent to the gathered flotilla’s occupants, and everyone looks happy to see us. I don’t even mind that I’m topless under the necklaces—I feel like I fit in. Ranan devours me with a hot look as I come to his side, and a few steps away, his father stands behind him. Lakos has never said two words to me, his expression as impossible to read as Ranan’s. Lakos says he’s shy and suffers from the same tongue-twisting his son does, so he rarely speaks in the presence of others. Today he gives me a small nod of approval as I put my hand in Ranan’s.

And then I stop looking at the crowd and pay attention to my bridegroom, because he looks magnificent. There are no bandages on his leg, only an ugly, jagged, bright-pink scar. He leans on a crutch that has been decorated for the ceremony, and he wears several necklaces that match mine. Instead of a wrap at his hips, though, he wears a slender fish-leather loincloth decorated with seashells. His skin has been rubbed with oil and he gleams in the sunlight, all gorgeous muscles and shining skin. More attractive than any of that is the smile that curves his mouth as he looks down at me, his expression flicking between happiness and possessiveness.

I could float away with the joy I’m feeling right now.

I put both of my hands in his, and since I only have two of them, he double-holds each one. As tradition dictates, the priest of Belara is bribed with a pouch of money, and then the vows are said. I practically float when Ranan declares to honor me as his bride for all eternity, as is tradition. But then he adds another line that takes my breath away. He looks me in the eye, his thumb skating over the back of my hand. “My Vali. You have always said that you want to belong, that you never have a home. But I need you to know that your home is with me, at my side. Your place is in my arms. You are my home, and I hope I am yours.”

I lift our joined hands and kiss his knuckles, tears of happiness threatening to brim over.

“In the eyes of the gods, you are now joined,” the priest says.

Ranan pulls me close, no doubt for a chaste kiss. I fling my arms around his neck and press my lips to his, eager to show him just how much love I have to give.

He lifts me off my feet, ignoring my squeal. “Your leg!”

“I’m not lifting you with my leg,” he says, and kisses me harder.

To the sounds of laughter and cheering, he carries me across the flotilla and back into the tent that is set up for our wedding celebration. He limps a little, but my protests are forgotten as we kiss, and kiss, and kiss. As is tradition with the seakind, the new couple feasts in private and emerges the next day at dawn to present another offering to Belara and the rest of the gods. I’m less interested in feasting and far, far more interested in touching my new husband.

He keeps kissing me as he carries me into the tent and finally sets me on my feet. “My Vali,” he murmurs. “Were there human customs you wanted? Was the ceremony to your liking?”

“It was perfect,” I say, moving in close and pushing aside the necklaces so I can press kisses on his bare chest. “Let’s have sex now.”

He chuckles, a hint of tension in his voice. “You do not want to eat first? My mother and father have spent many hours preparing our feast⁠—”

“Don’t care,” I say, and turn my head to lick a particularly enticing nipple. It’s been so long since we’ve kissed and touched. So long since I’ve sat on his face or had his cocks in mine. There’s an ache deep in my belly that tells me that I need to be filled by my husband. I slide one of his arms around my waist, but he doesn’t pull me any closer and it worries me. “Don’t you want to have sex now, Ranan? Don’t you think we’ve waited long enough?”

“I have not had sex,” he confesses. “For some reason, the thought makes me nervous. I want today to be perfect for you.”

Is he being shy? Right now? After we just were joined in front of his people and the gods? “You’ve seen all my bits,” I tease, running my hands over his torso. “I’ve seen yours. I can help you if you need assistance figuring out where everything goes, but I’m sure you have an idea.”

“Are you…I have two cocks, Vali. I know humans do not.”

“We’ll make sure they both get attention,” I reassure him, sliding my hands down to that shell-covered loincloth and pushing it aside so I can touch him. I grip one already hard cock and sigh with pleasure at the feel of him. There’s nothing quite like the weight of a very fine cock in your grasp and the reaction of the male it belongs to.

Ranan makes a choked sound, even as he presses into my hand. “You…always…so eager…”

“Of course I’m eager. Just look at you.” I use my other hand and run it down his side, fascinated with his hard abdomen. How can he possibly think I’m not excited to touch him? Everything about his body is perfection. His chest is a wall of muscle, and all four arms are taut and corded with veins. I even like his bubble of an arse and the delicate fins along his limbs. I stroke his side even as I tease his cock…

…and he jumps, moving out of my grip.

Startled, I look up at him as he rubs his side, a sheepish expression on his face. “Ticklish.”

What? How can this be? Have I never run my hand down his side before? Have I somehow missed this perfect, touchable spot in my focus on his (admittedly fascinating) cocks? I need to try it again. I abandon playing with his shaft and try to put my hands in that spot on his side again, but he bats them away.

Well, that’s just encouraging me.

Our caresses turn into wrestling, as I try to tickle him and he uses all four arms to prevent me from doing so. I’m a wriggly sort, though, and I manage to get a few tickles in even as he tries to stop me. He grunts every time my fingers make contact, and I slide out of his grip just to tickle again, laughing with delight. This is the best.

Ranan wraps all four arms around me and propels me into the bed on the far side of the tent. Then I’m on my back, a heavy male pinning my arms to my side. We’re both grinning and slightly sweaty, and my smile fades as I remember that my gorgeous husband is still injured. “Your leg…”

“Not using it at the moment.” He keeps my arms trapped, even as he leans in and presses kisses on my neck.

I wriggle, squirming against his hot mouth, and angle my chin so he can kiss as much of my throat as he likes. “Just don’t hurt yourself.”

He huffs and doesn’t even lift his head from me. He nibbles on my ear with delicate teeth and lips, making me whimper, and then returns to my neck and jaw. I’m peppered in light, soft kisses that make me ache with arousal, and I squirm against his grip, desperate to put my arms around him.

“I want to touch you,” I whisper.

“You can, but later, after you’ve forgotten all about that spot on my side.” His mouth grazes my collarbone.

“I promise not to tickle.”

I get another huff as an answer, and then he’s pushing necklaces aside so he can nuzzle the tip of my breast. I moan, hot desire licking through my body. Gods, that feels so good. It’s been a while since we’ve touched like this, and I’ve forgotten how much I adore his caresses. I stop trying to get away and arch my back, giving him free access to everything he wants to kiss. His lips, his tongue, his enthusiasm are the best feeling in the world. I would pick his touch over a thousand gold necklaces, the soft noises of approval he makes as he strokes me, over hundreds of pretty dresses. I want him and this moment, nothing else.

He lavishes attention on my breasts, until I’m panting and needy underneath him. My nipples are taut and aching from his ministrations, and when he leans in to give them more affection, I whimper a protest. “Let me touch you, Ranan. Let me suck your cocks.”

“Later,” he murmurs, and then takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks on it. When he releases it with an audible pop, my breast aches in the best way, and I practically whine a protest that he stops. “I want to be inside you this time, my Valessa.”

An even better idea than mine. Just the thought of it makes my core ache, as if my body is desperate for the very same. “Oh, I want that, too.”

He moves up my body and kisses me, this time on the lips. A small smile curves his mouth as he gazes down at me, and that hungry, possessive look comes over him. “You’re certain?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I’m bigger than a human male. And I have two.”

“I noticed, aye.” His uncertainty is adorable, and ever so slightly baffling. “Why would I have a problem with that?”

“My bride should enjoy her wedding night. I just want to make certain we both are enjoying.”

“I’m enjoying everything, I swear.” I run my now-freed hand over his shoulders, appreciating his strength. “I’ve had sex before, Ranan. Nothing we do will surprise or frighten me.”

He nods. “I’ll get the sacred pot, then.”

Did I just say he wouldn’t surprise me? I guess I was wrong, because I have no idea what a sacred pot is for. But I want Ranan to keep on going, so I prop up on my elbows, necklaces sliding to my sides, and watch as he crosses the tent. He picks up a small earthenware jar and returns to my side, his expression the one he wears when he’s ill at ease. I’m curious what he’s so uncertain about, so I watch with interest as he pulls the small lid off the jar. A light, perfumed fragrance fills the air, and he dips his fingers in. They come out gleaming and slick.

Oil.

Of course there’s oil involved in a wedding night if the groom has two cocks. It makes perfect sense to me, and I smile my approval at Ranan. It’s very considerate—as a virgin, what wouldn’t I have given for someone to oil me up to ease things that first time? “What a thoughtful custom. I’ve never used such a thing.”

“No?” He flexes his greased fingers, and they’re so large and blunt that the small movement sends a hot needle of arousal through me. I can’t wait to watch him touch himself with his slick hands. They’ll just glide over his cocks like butter on a hot roll, and the thought makes me bite back a moan of hunger. I’ll get to watch that before he puts himself inside me, and it feels like the best sort of present.

But Ranan doesn’t touch himself. He puts one slick hand on my pussy, stroking his thumb over the seam of my sex. “I want to make sure you can take me without pain, Vali.”

“I don’t mind a little pain.” Sometimes it can be exciting. And it’s not as if he’s setting out to hurt me. If he gets a little too eager and doesn’t go as slow as he could, I wouldn’t hold it against him. I’d just coach him through it for next time.

Ranan’s gaze meets mine. “I mind your pain.”

That might be the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. I open my mouth to tell him so, but then his slippery, oiled fingers stroke over my clit, and I nearly come out of my body with the intense bolt of pleasure that soars through me. “Ranan!”

“I have you,” he murmurs, and strokes his fingers lower, teasing two of them into my core. My body is already wet, and the oil on his hand makes a wet, squelching sound as he fingers me, but gods, it feels so good. I don’t even care about the loud, embarrassing noises of my cunt. All I care about is that he keeps doing this.

I fall back on the blankets, my thighs spreading wider. “What…what about children? Should we do something to prevent them?”

He shrugs. “There are sea plants that prevent a pregnancy, if you want such things. I’m happy either way.”

“I am, too.”

“My lovely, eager bride,” he murmurs, and there’s such pride in his voice that it makes me ache. His fingers glide in and out of me in a careful, precise rhythm. He strokes into me a few times, then adds another finger, stretching my body.

I’ve never been so slippery, so wet, and so damn eager for my lover. I whimper his name, my hands going to my nipples to tease them while he drives into me. “Ranan, please.”

He groans, moving up my body to kiss me even as he pounds into me with now four fingers. “You think you can take me, sweet Valessa?”

“Yes,” I whine, nipping at his mouth as he pulls away. “Give me everything.”

“Not everything. Not yet.” He kisses me again, his tongue teasing lightly against mine, and then puts his hands on me to turn me over.

I roll, helping out, and push my hips into the air as I get on hands and knees. I’m eager, all right. So very eager to have him over me, inside me, filling me…

Ranan’s larger body presses against my backside, and as I watch, he takes one cock in hand and drags it through the slippery mess between my thighs, slicking it. He notches himself at my entrance, and then presses in. And…gods. It’s glorious. I gasp as he pushes into my channel, and his cock feels enormous and thick. The other brushes against my thigh, and I reach between my legs to touch it and press his length against my pussy even as he feeds the other into me.

He hisses with approval, then grunts as he seats himself to the hilt inside me. His other cock pushes against my hand, and I drop my elbows, pressing my cheek against the blankets so I can use my hand on him.

“How does it feel?” he asks.

“Shockingly good,” I breathe. I want to flex my hips, to try to get comfortable with what feels like the world’s most enormous prick spearing me to my core, but the feel of him brings its own sensation. My skin prickles all over with awareness, and I can feel his every twitch. It’s like we’ve become one.