finger themselves to orgasm in the warm embrace of silky scented
water? He thought again of the valley woman who had stared at him and wondered
if they had sex toys in the valley. Would she fuck herself with one while she
lounged in her bath? Were her nipples the same dark blue color as the
bare-chested men he’d seen that day?
His cock swelled in his hand. Did the woman use the blue
salve on her pussy? Was she bare? Or did tawny brown curls that matched the
sleek braids on her head cover her soft slick folds? He didn’t know why but he
was certain that she was very, very soft and swollen between those long legs.
He squeezed his cock as he slid his hand up and down the length more rapidly.
His balls tightened and drew up close to his body. Fiery strands sparked up his
spine to the base of his skull.
Then with a low groan, he came, hot semen spurting over his
fingers into the bath water. He slumped back against the sloping tub, sprawled
in replete ease until he realized he was in danger of dozing off in the warm
water. Reluctantly he quickly finished bathing and climbed from the tub. With a
swift twist he pulled the plug and placed it in the basket where he found it.
Minutes later his body was patted dry and the bathroom was
straightened up. With a weary sigh he staggered into the bedroom and stretched
out on the bed. Before his head touched the pillow he tumbled into a deep
sleep.
* * * * *
In the dome that Robyn and Wrenna normally shared, Dancer
and Eppie lay spooned together in a hanging bed, gently rocking as Dancer
slowly thrust his cock in and out as far as her schela permitted. “Hmmm.
You’re tight this afternoon. Your schela is squeezing my cock like a
vise.”
“That’s what you always say,” she teased as she pressed her
soft ass closer to his groin. “Surely you’ll get used to it soon and it won’t
be a novelty anymore.”
“I don’t think so.” He panted and shoved his cock deeper in
her hot, wet pussy, straining to reach farther than ever before. He didn’t
understand but every time they made love there was an incredible urge for more,
a deeper, harder connection with the woman he was bonded with. He couldn’t
recall ever having the same need to link—almost on a cellular level—with any
other woman. Only Eppie had ever generated this soul-deep drive for communion.
She burrowed closer and sighed. “Traveller looks a lot like
you did when you came to the valley. I would have known he was your brother.”
“Yeah? Even though he’s not a pretty shade of blue like I
am?” He nuzzled her ear and gently nibbled at the point. “And he doesn’t have
neat pointed ears or fangs.”
“Well, I’m sure that Wrenna will help him get past those
handicaps.”
Dancer nipped her ear. “I’m sure she will. You
Llewellyn women are relentless.”
“And you love that. Tell me about your friend,” she said
softly. “I understand why you were angry this morning but now you’re not?”
He snuggled closer, wrapping his arms around her and holding
her tightly. “I, uh, I don’t know why I was so angry. Maybe on some level I
felt betrayed. I wasn’t very rational this morning when Wrenna came to tell us
that Trav was in the valley.” He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent, finding a
deep comfort in her closeness. Her breasts filled his hands as he squeezed
before catching the tight nipples in his fingers, plucking and tugging them
while he moved with increasing intensity. “Bishop has— had a little
undercover gig going.”
“Gig?”
“Job. He was gathering information about Mama and Papa’s
murders. I thought he was a good friend. Then when he suddenly appeared in the
valley and turned out to be related to you… I had to wonder if he was really
just stringing Trav and me along.”
“And now? What do you think?” she asked.
“Now? The poor son of a bitch ended up in the valley because
Trav kidnapped him. Of all the places he could end up, this place is probably
the worst place
water? He thought again of the valley woman who had stared at him and wondered
if they had sex toys in the valley. Would she fuck herself with one while she
lounged in her bath? Were her nipples the same dark blue color as the
bare-chested men he’d seen that day?
His cock swelled in his hand. Did the woman use the blue
salve on her pussy? Was she bare? Or did tawny brown curls that matched the
sleek braids on her head cover her soft slick folds? He didn’t know why but he
was certain that she was very, very soft and swollen between those long legs.
He squeezed his cock as he slid his hand up and down the length more rapidly.
His balls tightened and drew up close to his body. Fiery strands sparked up his
spine to the base of his skull.
Then with a low groan, he came, hot semen spurting over his
fingers into the bath water. He slumped back against the sloping tub, sprawled
in replete ease until he realized he was in danger of dozing off in the warm
water. Reluctantly he quickly finished bathing and climbed from the tub. With a
swift twist he pulled the plug and placed it in the basket where he found it.
Minutes later his body was patted dry and the bathroom was
straightened up. With a weary sigh he staggered into the bedroom and stretched
out on the bed. Before his head touched the pillow he tumbled into a deep
sleep.
* * * * *
In the dome that Robyn and Wrenna normally shared, Dancer
and Eppie lay spooned together in a hanging bed, gently rocking as Dancer
slowly thrust his cock in and out as far as her schela permitted. “Hmmm.
You’re tight this afternoon. Your schela is squeezing my cock like a
vise.”
“That’s what you always say,” she teased as she pressed her
soft ass closer to his groin. “Surely you’ll get used to it soon and it won’t
be a novelty anymore.”
“I don’t think so.” He panted and shoved his cock deeper in
her hot, wet pussy, straining to reach farther than ever before. He didn’t
understand but every time they made love there was an incredible urge for more,
a deeper, harder connection with the woman he was bonded with. He couldn’t
recall ever having the same need to link—almost on a cellular level—with any
other woman. Only Eppie had ever generated this soul-deep drive for communion.
She burrowed closer and sighed. “Traveller looks a lot like
you did when you came to the valley. I would have known he was your brother.”
“Yeah? Even though he’s not a pretty shade of blue like I
am?” He nuzzled her ear and gently nibbled at the point. “And he doesn’t have
neat pointed ears or fangs.”
“Well, I’m sure that Wrenna will help him get past those
handicaps.”
Dancer nipped her ear. “I’m sure she will. You
Llewellyn women are relentless.”
“And you love that. Tell me about your friend,” she said
softly. “I understand why you were angry this morning but now you’re not?”
He snuggled closer, wrapping his arms around her and holding
her tightly. “I, uh, I don’t know why I was so angry. Maybe on some level I
felt betrayed. I wasn’t very rational this morning when Wrenna came to tell us
that Trav was in the valley.” He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent, finding a
deep comfort in her closeness. Her breasts filled his hands as he squeezed
before catching the tight nipples in his fingers, plucking and tugging them
while he moved with increasing intensity. “Bishop has— had a little
undercover gig going.”
“Gig?”
“Job. He was gathering information about Mama and Papa’s
murders. I thought he was a good friend. Then when he suddenly appeared in the
valley and turned out to be related to you… I had to wonder if he was really
just stringing Trav and me along.”
“And now? What do you think?” she asked.
“Now? The poor son of a bitch ended up in the valley because
Trav kidnapped him. Of all the places he could end up, this place is probably
the worst place
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