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hers.
    He hadn’t come.
    As quickly as that thought crossed her mind, she found herself on her back, his hands pressing her legs high and wide. He plunged into her with a roar.
    His knees stepped on the mattress, adjusting his thighs just so, jostling her hips roughly as he pumped, his breath coming in loud, guttural gasps.
    Martha flailed wildly for purchase to anchor herself to withstand the storm, finally reaching above to grasp the ridge at the bottom of the headboard to halt her progress up the bed.
    Still he pounded at her cunt—hard, sharp strokes that jarred her body. “Please, please,” she begged, sobbing now with renewed need, the fire deep inside her womb reignited by his powerful thrusts.
    “Sweet, sweet bitch,” he cried, and he pumped faster, the sounds of their flesh smacking staccato, sweat glistening on his chest and face. He planted his hands in the mattress on either side of her shoulders and he flexed his buttocks, driving harder, faster, deeper—and suddenly he bellowed and pushed deep inside her, pulsing his hips as deeply as his cock could reach, grinding against her womb.
    Another sunburst of ecstasy exploded in her belly, radiating down her legs to make them quake. Beyond breath, beyond thought, Martha reached out to hold him tight as he shuddered with completion, his cum spurting in hot waves.
    Martha opened her eyes, surprised she hadn’t passed out. Her arms encircled Cantor’s heaving shoulders and she smoothed her hands over his strong, broad back.
    A lifetime of holding him like this wouldn’t be enough.
    Then a sound intruded and she looked over at Fahgwat. The young woman’s arms were wrapped around her belly and she shivered. She knelt so near that Martha saw the trail of liquid desire that striped her inner thigh.
    She sighed. Fahgwat was her partner in this seduction, but their quarry was far from caged. And she owed the girl her satisfaction.
    “Fah—Violet.” She patted the mattress beside her. “Lie down.”
    Martha grasped Cantor’s heavy head and lifted it. His blue eyes opened and she smiled at him. “Violet has never been kissed by a man, nor has she experienced an orgasm.” She combed his hair from his face with her fingers and watched while his expression lost its slackness. As his cock stirred within her with renewed vigor, his gaze sharpened in suspicion.
    She’d deliver to Cantor his desire, whether he wanted it or not. “Let’s show her what it’s all about.”

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    Fahgwat sat frozen beside the couple still joined on the bed. She wasn’t at all sure she was still interested in learning what sex was all about. What she’d witnessed frightened her deeply.
    Her new friend, the one she had schemed with in girlish whispers and giggles, had transformed before her eyes as soon as she had taken the man’s large sword between her legs. Her gentle, smiling features had sharpened in agony, her mouth twisting, her cries ragged and loud, as she had strained to reach completion. There was nothing soft and wonderful in what she had witnessed.
    From their conversations, Fahgwat had expected a transcending ecstasy. Her own body had readied for it, her nipples tightening, her breath increasing in unison with her heart rate. Even her vagina had reacted, spilling liquid down her thigh.
    But as she’d watched Cantor rear up and flip Martha onto her back to pound at her body violently, her desire had changed to horror.
    And Cantor, her blond god, had become a lion, roaring with anger, his body seeming grow larger, his muscles rippling with exertion to inflict his powerful, thrusting staff—sharp as a spike—at Martha’s soft body.
    If this was lovemaking, she would gladly pass on the lesson.
    Cantor reared back, disengaging with Martha’s body to kneel beside her. His wide chest rose and fell with his harsh breaths.
    Martha sat up and shook her head. “Whew!” She glanced at Fahgwat and her expression turned to one of concern. “Violet, sweetheart, you