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mouth and take in his engorged, brightly glowing phallus while he attended her throbbing cunt with his tongue.
    While Ulric set the plug aside, sank his cock up Conan’s ass and pumped, slow and deep, Conan worked a vibrating dildo up Nebula’s rear passage and then resumed his licking and sucking the nectar from her cunt. While Conan ran his hands over her breasts, her belly, her mound, Ulric pinched and pulled at the rings in Conan’s distended nipples.
    She couldn’t think for the barrage of sensations that pummeled her. Erotic sounds, brushes of bodies, softness on hardness. The wet, sweaty heat nothing but fucking could duplicate. Sucking sounds of damp flesh moving on damper flesh. The incredible ecstasy that came from being filled. Totally filled.
    Shared ecstasy crackled among them like wildfire, arousing and enticing. Overwhelming. Conan’s huge cock throbbed in her mouth. She wanted to take it deeper, consume him as he was consuming her. Her clit swelled against his tongue while he worked the dildo in and out of her ass. Ulric pounded his cock into Conan as they all strained toward nirvana.
    Sweat poured from Conan, salty and musky and so arousing she could barely stand it. The pleasure crackled like electricity flowing from body to body, ass to cock to her thrumming clit. A n aura of contentment, of pure pleasure, wrapped them in a cocoon of sensation. Pure joy.
    Joy Nebula had never expected to experience again.

Chapter Seven
    Later, while he sat beside her on the bed in his room, Conan rubbed soothing salve into the chafe marks the restraints had put on Nebula’s tender skin. He shouldn’t have marked her. He didn’t feel the need to establish his dominance, no matter what society demanded.
    Yet they would soon go live on Luna Ten. A utopian refuge for Earthlings where, according to what Shedir had told Conan, females were eager slaves, males their loving Masters. He visualized the communal dungeon and the fucking glade where mates gave and took their pleasure.
    Conan reasoned that he must have lost much of his natural male aggressiveness with his balls, because he didn’t want to exert his dominance over Nebula, but rather to love her. He felt no particular urgency to mark her as his own in the traditional ways, even though the traditional mating gifts he had chosen awaited her at Leander’s.
    “You look so serious. Is something wrong?” Nebula rolled onto her side, then sat up and met his gaze.
    “I hurt you.”
    “No. You didn’t. I’m sorry I bruise so easily. Pay those little marks no mind. I would willingly have suffered far worse to experience the joy you gave me.” Shyly, she stroked his side, his hip. “I had expected only to be given the pleasure of servicing your needs.”
    “Much of a man’s satisfaction—a eunuch’s, too, apparently—comes from pleasing his partner. Does your pleasure increase when you are confined?” He circled the reddened spot on her wrist, wishing—
    “Only if it pleases you, Master. I’m your willing slave.”
    Only if it pleases me.
    Well, it displeased Conan to see Nebula’s perfect skin marred. Despite the hype he had been fed all his life, he doubted the aspect of her bondage had enhanced the sexual experience for either of them. Oh yeah. She had come. He had the feeling, though, that her passion resulted from having refreshed her body with the hormones she’d been deprived of—and the sexual stimulation from him and the sex slave who had come with the weekend pleasure package the resort had sold him. “Does pain enhance your pleasure, my sweet?”
    “No…I mean, only if it pleases you.” A s though afraid she’d overstepped herself, Nebula lifted her face and met his gaze with troubled eyes.
    “Never be less than honest with me or with yourself. Do you wish to join your sisters and their mates in the communal dungeon?” She looked away, settling her hand over the tattoo on her mound. “I don’t look forward to flaunting my