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attached to the ends and used it sparingly on her luscious little ass,
standing to one side as he applied the punishment until her cheeks were rosy and she’d
had two violent climaxes. He trailed the handle between her legs and impaled her with
it then lightly flogged her shoulders until she was writhing with another climax. Then
he took her brutally from behind as her fingers dug into the wood of the whipping
frame with her cries goading him to rougher treatment.
By the time he left her chambers the next morning, Eanan Tohre was as satiated as
his lady and yawning wildly.
* * * * *
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“What is this called again?” Aureolin inquired.
“Sixty-nine,” Eanan said as he adjusted the hold he had on her hips. His ass was in
her face and the warmth of her breath when she spoke hit him right where it sent
tremors of delight racing through his balls.
“Oh aye. I remember now,” she said, and swiped her tongue over his right cheek,
laughing when he flinched, dragging his swollen cock along her chin.
“Wench,” he warned, “do that again and I’ll come all over your face!”
Aureolin was the fun one, he thought. Her room was girlishly done in gingham and
lace and stuffed animals dominated. The furniture was painted white and the bed was a
large canopy style with ruffles. The color scheme was pale blue with drawings of all the
Reapers in myriad poses adorning the walls. She was a talented artist with an eye for
the quirky so many of the drawings were caricatures. The ones of Owen had made him
double over with laughter.
To go along with her sense of whimsy, she had a wicked sense of humor and
thought nothing of goosing him when he was near his climax. The first three times
they’d made love had been the ordinary ways—him on top, her on top, against the
wall—but she had wanted something more.
“Something only you and I will do together,” she had announced. “Something
unique to us.”
At first he thought he detected a hint of jealousy or resentment toward his
relationship with her sisters but then he realized that wasn’t the situation at all.
“We don’t mind sharing you, Eanan,” she said as though she’d read his mind. “You
belong to us.”
“Are you sure, Blondie?” he inquired.
“Very sure,” she said with a nod. “We each have just what we want. Why ever
would we be jealous?”
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She’d simply wanted to share something with him that marked their partnership to
make it special for her.
Oral sex was just the ticket. She enjoyed blowing him as no woman he’d ever
known and she thought nothing of swallowing his cum and smacking her lips as
though it were a treat.
She liked it with him straddling her face as she lay on her back upon the bed, her
hands on his balls.
She liked it with him standing and her kneeling at his feet.
She liked it as she lay with her head dangling over the side of the mattress and his
cock pistoning in and out of her open mouth as he stood by the bed.
Once more she blew her breath across his ass and the muscle contracted at the same
time his cock leapt in anticipation. Before he could warn her again, she stuck a finger
high inside him and it was all he could do not to shoot all over her.
“Damn it, wench! Don’t!” he cried out then sucked in a harsh breath as she
swallowed his straining cock and he came like a fucking race horse.
The woman liked oral sex way too much but he was going to make gods-bedamned sure she loved it when he reciprocated and did her at the same time she did
him.
Utilizing some of the playacting he’d learned with her redheaded sister, he ordered
her to get him hard again and she set about to do just that. He was determined the next
time he would be in full charge of the situation, taking it in hand.
“Oh no you don’t!” he protested as she started to suckle him and ran his tongue
along the folds of her sex.
“Reaper!” she hissed, clamping her
standing to one side as he applied the punishment until her cheeks were rosy and she’d
had two violent climaxes. He trailed the handle between her legs and impaled her with
it then lightly flogged her shoulders until she was writhing with another climax. Then
he took her brutally from behind as her fingers dug into the wood of the whipping
frame with her cries goading him to rougher treatment.
By the time he left her chambers the next morning, Eanan Tohre was as satiated as
his lady and yawning wildly.
* * * * *
55
Charlotte Boyett-Compo
“What is this called again?” Aureolin inquired.
“Sixty-nine,” Eanan said as he adjusted the hold he had on her hips. His ass was in
her face and the warmth of her breath when she spoke hit him right where it sent
tremors of delight racing through his balls.
“Oh aye. I remember now,” she said, and swiped her tongue over his right cheek,
laughing when he flinched, dragging his swollen cock along her chin.
“Wench,” he warned, “do that again and I’ll come all over your face!”
Aureolin was the fun one, he thought. Her room was girlishly done in gingham and
lace and stuffed animals dominated. The furniture was painted white and the bed was a
large canopy style with ruffles. The color scheme was pale blue with drawings of all the
Reapers in myriad poses adorning the walls. She was a talented artist with an eye for
the quirky so many of the drawings were caricatures. The ones of Owen had made him
double over with laughter.
To go along with her sense of whimsy, she had a wicked sense of humor and
thought nothing of goosing him when he was near his climax. The first three times
they’d made love had been the ordinary ways—him on top, her on top, against the
wall—but she had wanted something more.
“Something only you and I will do together,” she had announced. “Something
unique to us.”
At first he thought he detected a hint of jealousy or resentment toward his
relationship with her sisters but then he realized that wasn’t the situation at all.
“We don’t mind sharing you, Eanan,” she said as though she’d read his mind. “You
belong to us.”
“Are you sure, Blondie?” he inquired.
“Very sure,” she said with a nod. “We each have just what we want. Why ever
would we be jealous?”
56
Embrace the Wind
She’d simply wanted to share something with him that marked their partnership to
make it special for her.
Oral sex was just the ticket. She enjoyed blowing him as no woman he’d ever
known and she thought nothing of swallowing his cum and smacking her lips as
though it were a treat.
She liked it with him straddling her face as she lay on her back upon the bed, her
hands on his balls.
She liked it with him standing and her kneeling at his feet.
She liked it as she lay with her head dangling over the side of the mattress and his
cock pistoning in and out of her open mouth as he stood by the bed.
Once more she blew her breath across his ass and the muscle contracted at the same
time his cock leapt in anticipation. Before he could warn her again, she stuck a finger
high inside him and it was all he could do not to shoot all over her.
“Damn it, wench! Don’t!” he cried out then sucked in a harsh breath as she
swallowed his straining cock and he came like a fucking race horse.
The woman liked oral sex way too much but he was going to make gods-bedamned sure she loved it when he reciprocated and did her at the same time she did
him.
Utilizing some of the playacting he’d learned with her redheaded sister, he ordered
her to get him hard again and she set about to do just that. He was determined the next
time he would be in full charge of the situation, taking it in hand.
“Oh no you don’t!” he protested as she started to suckle him and ran his tongue
along the folds of her sex.
“Reaper!” she hissed, clamping her
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