Wakie... wakie...

Laying on top of him, his shaft expanding her backside, she trembles again as his fingers tease her, stroking lightly over her hyper-sensitive flesh, down her tummy and back, squeezing and caressing her breasts.            

Her breathing is erratic, as waves of intense pleasure continue to flood her. This was something Gryfaw and Nasko had said was another way to rid themselves of the poison, although they had never asked her to do so.

Was it something she wanted to repeat? He was still buried deep within her. She tightened her muscles, and released them absently at first, as she contemplated seriously her answer.

Slowly and irregularly she began, but soon a consistent pattern, and, assuming Kiril isn’t moaning in pain beneath her and his hands are not pinching her nipples or rolling them between his finger and thumb because he wants her to stop, she closes her eyes and licks her lips, her head tipping backward her untidy hair falling along Kiril’s shoulder his lips nuzzling, daring to slide her fingers downward, along that spot that Kiril....’oooOOoO, yes...’ she groans on top of him as her body shudders with the merest touch of her finger, her muscles tensing as it tears through her.

His arms wrap tight about her, crushing her easily into his, as his hips drill upward, another orgasm quivering through his body, his gift filling and seeping out as she feels his hot ‘poison’ burn her innards. Little waves of ecstasy shiver through them as they lay, gasping, a light sheen of perspiration coating their warm skin.

“Maybe not often, but,” she rolls on top of him, her breasts mashing into his chest, his arms moving to cradle her, then scratching lightly down her back, along her spine, cupping her butt and squeezing.

“But what, kitten?” he murmurs, his lips kissing her shoulder.

She squirms and looks down at him, their eyes adjusting to the near blackness as she did not give him time to light the lantern, still she can only see the outline of his body against the pale blanket. “But,” she smiles, her lips finding his, “I don’t think I want to say never.” She tucks her head under his chin, resting her cheek on his chest, her face flush. A heat beginning to cover her whole body as his fingers lightly tease over her naked flesh.

Snuggled thusly, lost in imaginative thoughts, they both drift to sleep comfortably, wrapped in each other’s arms.

It is Spring who wakes first. She quietly unfolds herself from his arms, and, miracles of miracles finds her shirt, pulls it on and slips silently from the room, going quickly, with a huge grin on her face, over to the area Kiril uses for his workouts. She sinks to her knees and waits for him to arrive... “Challenge me to get up early, will you?” she smiles...

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