Posted by Kimnikki on January 19, 2003 at 15:40:58:
For The Love of The Hunt, Part III
A story by Kimnikki
The lovers looked at each other, eyes wide, sure that they must have misunderstood her. There
was a long pause ... then finally Nath’ra found the courage to speak.
“Bethany ... what ... what did you say?”
Bethany was biting her lower lip again, and it seemed to take a great effort for her to speak
again.
“I ... oh Goddess ... I ... I asked what if I wanted you ... wanted you to ... hurt me ... to have
you ...” her voice was trembling badly, and she couldn’t seem to get the words out.
Kiith’thal’s hand clutched Nath’ra’s wrist, and he heard her suck in a breath.
“ ... even if you wanted us to take you ... to give you to Our Lady ... is that what you’re asking
us?” Kiith’thal asked the woman, her own voice was trembling a bit.
Bethany was beginning to tremble now and both lovers could feel that she was now truly afraid.
But despite the fear, she turned her face towards them, and she slowly nodded, her lower lip still
caught between her teeth.
“Bethany ... love ... you are only 19 ... you can’t possible know what you’re asking,” Kiith’thal
began, but Bethany cut her off.
“I do know! I do! I know you think I’m only a girl ... but I am a woman ... I do know ... I ... I’ve
dreamed of it ... thought of it ... for so very long,” she said, her voice steadying a bit as she
turned her face towards them. “I ... I always knew ... that you were Jajgin’s Hunters. That first
time ... when I was little ... when you came back that night I could still smell the blood.”
“I didn’t really understand then. But I kept thinking about it ... the smell of the blood, and what it
must be like to be hunted ... to be a target for your bows. And ... and when I got older, it made
me feel so strange ... down here,” she said, one hand moving low over her stomach.
“I keep dreaming of it ... the feel of it ... your arrows ... and ... the blood on skin. How it would
feel, and smell ... how warm it must be.” Her words were laced with fear, but there was no
mistaking the genuine need in them either.
The Hunters held their breath, listening with every fiber of their beings to their friends words.
“And I keep dreaming of you both. How beautiful you both are. I can’t see it ... but I feel it ... I
can touch it. You’re so much in love ... and when you’re near me ... you’re all I can think about.
You’re so beautiful ... both of you.”
Her breathing was coming a bit quicker now, but her voice was beginning to steady, even though
her trembling did not lessen.
“And ... when I dream ... I ... I think about what you told me of Jajgin ... of what the others in
the village say about her. They all sound so afraid ... but ... for me ...” and at this her voice
faltered again, and she once more bit her lip.
“For you she is appealing, isn’t she Bethany?” Nath’ra whispered, his own voice excited and
nervous, hardly daring to believe what he was hearing.
Bethany couldn’t bring herself to answer, but she nodded quickly.
Kiith’thal said nothing, but she could feel a tightness and warmth building down low in her body.
How could they have failed to notice? They had always known that Bethany had been attracted
to them; had been in fact since she was quite young. But how had they failed to see it was as
far more than potential lovers?
Bethany took a deep breath, steadying herself and spoke again.
“I was so confused at first, but then ... then ...” and once more she couldn’t seem to finish her
words. She started two times again, then managed to get the words out in a quick rush.
“When I first started to touch myself ... to pleasure myself ... I always thought about it too.
About blood and hurting ... I’d scratch myself so I could feel and smell my blood. It ... it ... it
always made it better ... I didn’t know why ... but it did.” Now that she was getting it out, the
words seemed to be rushing out of her. She was hesitant, and she still stopped from time to
time, but it was as if once started, she couldn’t stop her story.
Nath’ra reached out to take Kiith’thal hand in is own, feeling her excitement building as much as
his own. His Elban bow was beginning to pulse in his hand, it’s own senses awakening to the
need that was building in its master. He had no need to ask his mate if her own bow was
reacting to what it was feeling ... he could feel the thrum of it right through her body.
“I still really didn’t know what I was feeling. I knew it felt good and scary all at once ... but ... I
don’t know how to say it ... I liked it but I didn’t understand it all.” Bethany’s voice was growing
more excited, though the tremble had not lessened.
“But then ... when I was 15 summers ... when it was the turn of the Elves to make the sacrifice
... I ... I,” and again she faltered.
Kiith’thal suddenly knew what she was trying to say.
“You were there, weren’t you young one? You know the forest better than most ... and you can
move very quietly when you wish,” She whispered, her hand squeezing Nath’ra’s, her voice low
and showing her growing excitement.
Bethany’s trembling grew more violent; she had to hold to her staff to steady herself, but she
managed to answer.
“Yes! I wanted to hear it ... and smell it ... to be there. But ..you ... you ... you didn’t hunt her.
I had thought you would, and I nearly got lost trying to find where you were. But then I heard
Nath’ra singing a prayer and I followed his voice.”
Bethany’s voice went very quiet, but both lovers could hear the awe in her words ... the
remembered feelings from that night.
“I ... I could hear Gala’dir screaming ... and smell the blood on the wind ... so ... so much blood.”
She paused, then her voice became so quiet that even their ears barely heard her.
“I ... I could hear your blades ... I could hear when ... when you ... when the blades went into
her. And the blood ... there was so much blood ... I could almost taste it.”
Nath’ra started to say something, to tell her that there was more to it than that, when Kiith’thal
put her fingers over his lips, mentioning him to silence.
“I could hear the ... pain ... in her screams ... so much pain ... but ... but the sound was so like
when I listened to people making love in the village. And ... and I could hear her calling your
names ... over and over. I knew ... I just knew that she wanted it ... I knew she was in terrible
pain ... but ... I ... I just know she loved you both for giving it to her.”
Nath’ra’s Elban bow was now thrumming like a harp, it’s senses awakened to far more than just
his own building excitement. Bethany was afraid ... terrified even ... but she was also growing
just as excited as The Hunters she was facing.
“Yes little friend, Gala’dir had been raised from birth in our ways. She did feel great pain, I won’t
lie about that, but she also enjoyed that moment greatly ... she loved it happening to her.”
Nath’ra had to swallow hard to speak, and he wasn’t surprised when his own voice trembled
nearly as much as the woman’s.
“I know ... I know she did. I know I should have been ... terrified ... sick ... something ... at
what I could hear you doing ... but ... but,” and again she faltered.
“But?” Kiith’thal gently prompted her.
“Goddess forgive me ... but I got so wet,” she finally finished, her voice holding shame, desire,
and fear all at once. The two lovers could see the nipples on her small breasts beginning to
show through the material of her dress.
Kiith’thal moved to get closer to her friend, but Bethany again moved back, though this time not
as quickly. His mate pulled up, not moving any closer to the woman and he carefully moved up
beside her, so that they stood the same distance from her.
“There is no need for shame Bethany ... we told you long ago that humans have ... silly ways of
thinking of needs and desires. You shouldn’t be ashamed of feeling the dark call of Our Lady ...
she is very beautiful ... it isn’t wrong to desire what she can give.” Kiith’thal’s voice was getting a
bit huskier, and Nath’ra could feel her desire growing ... as was his own.
Bethany didn’t answer ... as if having spoken the words had somehow spent her. She didn’t
move away, but both elves knew for certain that if they approached much closer she would bolt.
“Bethany ... I ... we both ... love you. Whatever you want of us ... we are very willing to share
with you,” Nath’ra told the woman, hoping to understand what it was she wanted ... what it was
she needed. It was obvious she had been touched, deeply touched, by the hand of The
Goddess, but something was holding her back.
Bethany turned her face away and tears began to spill again.
“Bethany ... please ... believe us. If it’s what you want ... we would love to give you what we
gave to Gala’dir. Please my friend ... it would be so good for us too ... it has been so long since
we shared this with a human. And we love you ... it ... it is so much ... more ... when there is
love ... and we ...” Kiith’thal would have continued, but a sudden cry from Bethany cut her off.
“But you can’t!!” she cried out, terrible disappointment and need in her voice all at once. Her
occluded eyes tuned towards Kiith’thal voice, and tears began to freely spill down her cheeks.
“Don’t you understand?!” she continued, her voice as close to a wail as they had ever heard. “I
want it ... but I’m terrified! I’m not brave enough ... I’m too scared ... I keep dreaming of it ... I
get so warm thinking of you and your bows and ... and all of it. But I don’t have the courage to
not be afraid! I want it ... but I’ll ruin it ... ruin it ... ruin it.” Her voice trailed off to quiet sobs.
And now the lovers understood. It was not shame of her needs ... it was not fear of them ... at
least not directly. Kiith’thal moved a step closer ... then another ... and then seeing that Bethany
wouldn’t bolt, she went up and took the woman in her arms. Bethany, caught off guard, tried to
pull away at first, then put her arms around Kiith’thal’s slim body and cried against her.
“I’m so sorry ... I do want it ... I want you ... I want Nath’ra ... I do ... I do ... but I’m so scared,”
she sobbed. “I had hoped I might be picked to be Hunted ... that I would be forced to find the
courage to not be afraid ... but they said it wasn’t fair to include a blind woman.” And once more
she began to sob.
“Bethany ... Bethany ... please young one ... listen to me ... Bethany,” Kiith’thal whispered
against her ear.
Finally the sobs eased down ... and she turned her face towards Kiith’thal voice.
“Bethany, dear friend ... you’re supposed to be scared,” Kiith’thal said very quietly. “It isn’t their
fear that ruins it for most humans ... it’s a lack of courage to follow a dark desire despite their
fear. It’s lack of understanding of what Our Lady wants from them. It is lack of willingness to
give themselves to Jajgin. But it isn’t fear ... it’s never been fear.”
Nath’ra held his place, feeling himself grow hard as he watched his mate holding Bethany in her
arms. His bow was quivering so hard with it’s own desire now that his hand was shaking. It
could feel the desire in this woman ... and it wanted her ... wanted her badly.
Most people, even those who knew her well didn’t think that Bethany’s coppery eyes showed
much emotion. But The Hunters could see the dawning understanding in them, and the shift of
her face.
“Fear is not offensive to Jajgin pretty one ... lack of courage is. Lack of love, lack of sharing and
desire is. But not fear. You don’t have to not be afraid ... all you have to do is be willing ... even
if you are afraid.” Kiith’thal had put a hand to Bethany’s face, her fingers gently stroking her
cheek. Bethany held very still, her entire being on the beautiful priestesses’ words.
Kiith’thal then tilted her face, and kissed the young woman. Not an innocent kiss of friendship or
welcome, but a kiss of need and want. Bethany stiffened at first, but then she began to return it
even as her body began once more to tremble.
Nath’ra felt his cock go hard as steel as he watched, and his fingers ached to reach to his quiver.
Kiith’thal still held her own Elban in one hand, and even from this distance he could see it
quivering.
Kiith’thal broke the kiss, and then helped their friend to her feet. She said nothing more ... she
simply stepped away, walking back to join her lover, standing at his side.
Bethany had one hand on her staff, the other on her lips where Kiith’thal had kissed her,
quivering from head to foot, eyes wide. Her breathing was quick, and both lovers could see her
dark skin was flushed. She swallowed hard once ... then turned her face to the sky with her eyes
closed, her lips moving gently in a quiet prayer to Jajgin.
Even the forest seemed to hold its breath as Bethany made her decision.
Bethany let go her staff, letting it fall to the forest floor near her feet. She reached up and
unfastened her cloak, letting it fall as well, shaking out her hair as she did. Then, her hands
shaking badly, she slipped the neck of her dress from her shoulders and it too joined her staff
and cloak on the leaves and grass.
With the exception of her slippers, she was completely naked beneath.
Kiith’thal and Nath’ra both took deep trembling breaths. It was as if they had never really seen
her before ... perhaps in way, they never really had.
Her hair was the deepest of midnight blacks, and spilled down her back to brush the tops of her
buttocks. A thick triangle of curling hair decorated her mound, widest at the base near her
mound, coming to a soft point at the top. For all its short curls, it was as dark as that on her
head.
Her body itself caused both Hunters to take deep appreciative breaths. Her mixed heritage had
given her skin a rich golden brown tone ... and left her with not so much as a freckle to mare it’s
smooth dark beauty. Her skin was already shinning with perspiration, and it only highlighted her
tight smooth curves.
A woman had emerged from the girl they had known. Her belly was smooth, a gentle womanly
curve of strong muscle which flattened near her mound. Her bellybutton drew both their eyes ...
a small oval pucker in her flesh, deeply indented.
She had never worked the fields because of her eyes, but working the inn had given her strength
and made what could have been a soft body into one of shape and definition. Her arms and legs
were graceful and shapely, but without bands of muscle to take away of her femininity. Her
body showed health, strength and stamina ... a sight that made both Hunters smile ... stamina
and strength would serve her well in the next few moments.
Her hips had decided flare, which only served to highlight that much more how small and slim
she was. And her breasts, while small, were enough to take in a hand ... to touch ... to cup ...
and to use. Her nipples were the rich brown of freshly turned earth, and while no bigger than a
pearl, were erect in excitement and fear ... and just as precious.
She was tiny, exotic and stunning ... and while The Hunters had always know she was beautiful,
they both marveled that they could have missed seeing what had been in front of them for so
long.
Bethany was breathing very hard now ... but she held as still as her trembling body would let
her. She said nothing, not a single word as she placed one arm on her left hip, bringing the other
up behind her head.
This pulled her body taunt ... and she stood there ... tense ... frightened ... expectant ... waiting.
Nath’ra’s cock was so hard it hurt ... and Kiith’thal could feel steaming warmth spilling from
between her legs. As one, the two lovers raised their Elban bows ... bows that were now
caroling in need and joy ... calling out not just to their masters, but to the woman who stood
frightened and needy before them.
Nath’ra drew first, reaching over his back and selecting a long point arrow. It was made of the
hardest ash, its head was of pure hammered silver, and its fletching of the finest eagle feathers.
It was a full cloth yard long, and came to a smooth razor point. It winked and gleamed in the
sun, and Nath’ra found himself wishing more than ever that their friend could see.
His hands were shaking so badly that he had trouble notching the arrow. But the moment he
pulled, his entire being focused on his target and his hands went steady as stone ... his eyes
finding the point on the beautiful body of his friend he wanted to see holding his arrow.
His Elban called out its song of joy, pleading with him to loose and let if feel the arrow seek it’s
truest, best home. He waited only a moment ... waiting for that perfect moment as Bethany took
a breath ... and then he loosed.
They stood only 10 paces apart and it took less than a second for the arrow to cross between
them, whistling its sweet song. Bethany gasped as she heard the bowstring quiver and the arrow
sing, but she didn’t move so much as an inch until it hit home.
Nath’ra heard the sweet sound of arrow meeting flesh and watched with hot excitement as the
silver tip hit the beautiful woman and sank deeply into her bellybutton.
Bethany screamed, a sound that was a mix of pain and joy and a loud “unh” as all the air was
driven from her lungs by the impact.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!” she cried, staggering back, doubling over at
the point of impact, her hands clutching at the shaft that quivered in her belly. She staggered,
but she did not fall.
“Ah ... uh ... ah,” she gasped, trying to pull air back into her lungs, her face closed in deep pain.
She gasped several times, eyes closed in her agony ... but both lovers felt a jolt go through them
as her fingers ran through the blood that began to trickle out around the arrow embedded deep
in her body.
“Un ... un .... oh ... oh ... oh .... I ... gasp ... I can feel it ... oh ... soooo deep ... oh it hurts,”
Bethany gasped, eyes still closed, but the pain in her voicing giving way to something far greater
than just pain. “Ohhh ... I ... I heard your bow ... I heard it ... ohhhh .... so deep ... I’m bleeding
... Its in me .... oh Goddess yes .... it is in me ...”
Nath’ra was shaking from head to toe, his cock hard ... nearly at the point of orgasm at watching
his sweet young friend with his shaft in her stomach. “Oh Goddess ... you look so beautiful,” he
whispered to the woman.
He moaned deeply as he watched her fingers playing in her own blood. Her blood slick fingers
moved up the shaft, her face showing wonder even as she winced in pain as her fingers found
the fletching and touched it fleetingly
Kiith’thal was shivering, her fingers white around her own Elban. All three could hear it calling out
pleadingly ... its song a mix of longing and joy ... wanting to join its mate in its joy. But Kiith’thal
held herself ... breathing rapidly and moaning as Bethany slowly managed to straighten herself
and place her hands on her hips.
“Please ... gasp ... please Kiith’thal ... yours as well ... gasp ... uh ... I want yours too,” Bethany
gasped, Nath’ra’s shaft bobbing slightly as she breathed. She was obviously in great pain, but
there was no mistaking the need in her voice.
Kiith’thal pulled her own silver tipped shaft, and drew back. Just like her mate, her badly shaking
body stilled as she found her target and loosed. As his had done, her Elban gave a deep cry as
her shaft sang between them and sunk into the woman’s body, just above her mound, burying
itself deep into her virgin womb, quivering in her flesh. Bethany screamed again, though this
time it faded into what even the most thick witted person could only call a moan of pleasure.
“UUUUUUUUUUUuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!! ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she cried out,
staggering back and sinking to her knees, one hand clutched around the shaft low in her body,
the other clutched on her left thigh, holding herself up.
“Aaaaaaaahhhhhh .... oh Goddess ... it hurts so much .... oh .... I can feel them .... both of them
... in me ... so deep in me ... oh ... oh Goddess ... it’s ... it’s ... beautiful,” Bethany finally
whispered, her eyes closed in pain, but her face showing far, far more than just pain.
The two lovers rushed forward, falling to their knees in front of their friend, their prey ... their ...
lover. They set their Elbans carefully by their sides, close enough to touch them, but far enough
so that Bethany would not accidentally brush against them.
They were very careful not to touch the shafts bobbing in her flesh as they bent down to her and
began to kiss her with passion. Their lips moved over her cheeks, her closed eyes, along her neck
and then up to meet her lips. She returned their kisses with passion, shivering in pain and
moaning deeply from it, but returning their passion with all the power of her finally met needs.
Her hands moved from the shafts in her body to stroke them ... running along their arms and to
their faces. The Hunters moaned in pleasure as they felt her fingers trailing blood along their
cheeks.
“Gasp ... un ... oh ... please ... I want to feel your bodies ... please,” she panted as her wet
fingers tugged at the buckles on their armor.
The lovers pulled back, their armor falling in a cascade as they all put ripped it from their bodies
... in moments they were both naked and they moved so they were at her sides, pressing their
bodies to her own as her arms went around them both. The only thing both kept was the long
dagger strapped to their left thighs. For long moments nothing was said as they kissed and
touched and licked at each other’s faces and flanks.
“Oh Goddess ... its so good ... I can feel them in my body ... soo deep ... hot and cold all at once
... oh it hurts ... but its good ... oh Goddess its so good,” she moaned against their mouths,
crying out loudly as each ran their fingers over their own shafts.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhhh,” she cried, her scream muffled as Kiith’thal kissed her hard, pressing her
tongue against Bethany’s lips until she parted her lips and Kiith’thal pushed it into the woman’s
mouth to lick and suck on her tongue.
“Oh Bethany ... if only we’d known ... we’ve all waited so long ... too long ... oh Goddess ...
you’re so beautiful ... your blood is so beautiful,” Kiith’thal said in a whimpering voice, moaning
deeply as Bethany cried in pain from her fingers touching and stroking the shaft embedded in her
young loves body.
Nath’ra groaned watching them, his senses flooded with the sight of love and blood, pain and joy
... it had been so long ... so very very long. He looked down at the shafts standing out in
Bethany’s body, loving the beautiful erotic sight. Then he gave his own cry as Bethany’s hand
slid down his body and found his cock. Her fingers explored him gently, moving along and
around, her fingers her eyes as they measured and probed him.
He could feel the hot blood on her fingers as they wrapped around him.
“Oh ... so thick ... so hot ... not like your shaft ... so cold ... so very cold ... oh ... but so good ...
so very good,” she moaned, and hearing him return it, she moved her hand to her stomach once
more, slicking her hand in her own life blood. A smile finally came to her face as she heard him
groan deeply as she found his cock again, and began to slick it with her blood.
Bethany was breathing heavier now ... but she was not failing yet, and her hands were still
strong. She began to stroke him ... smiling erotically as he moaned and pushed against her hand.
Her hand was inexperienced and a bit hesitant, but was as pleasurable to Nath’ra as that of the
most experienced and skilled he’d ever known.
Kiith’thal looked over, and she too moaned at the site of her young friend slicking her mates cock
with her blood. She began to move her lips down Bethany’s body, licking and nibbling on the
trembling flesh until she was beside Nath’ra shaft embedded in her bellybutton. Bethany gave a
loud moan of pleasure as Kiith’thal began to lick and lap around the rim of her bellybutton,
sucking up the blood that was flowing more freely now.
Nath’ra reached down, and took Bethany’s hand from his cock, knowing he couldn’t hold out long
if she kept it up.
“Not yet lovely one ... not yet our blood love ... there is more to share yet,” he told her, taking
her hand and placing it on Kiith’thal’s shaft embedded low in her body. He moved his hand over
hers and looking down into her face squeezed his hand over hers and slowly, painfully, he pulled
the shaft from her body.
Bethany screamed in pain, arching her belly as the shaft was pulled from her. Her free hand
tangled in Kiith’thal’s hair, who continued to lick and lap around the other shaft, even as her
young lover screamed as her arrow was pulled free.
Nath’ra shuddered in dark pleasure at Bethany’s cry and the feel of the flesh resisting the pull of
his hand, reluctant to release the shaft it had desired for so long. But go it must if she were to
experience all they had to give her.
“AAAAAAAAaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*” Bethany’s scream was cut off as Nath’ra bent low and
kissed her hard, moaning into her mouth as he felt the shaft pull free.
He raised the shaft to her lips ... covered in dark red blood from deep inside her body. At the
first touch of it, she began to lick at it, making soft sounds of pleasure as she took her blood
back into her own body.
Kiith’thal hands moved over Bethany’s body, up over and shoulder and then down her back,
discovering that while her shaft had been stopped by Bethany’s pelvis, Nath’ra’s had gone
completely through her and a good 3 inches was sticking out the woman’s back. She took a firm
grip of it, hearing Bethany gasp from the vibration. Even as Nath’ra continued to kiss their young
victim, Kiith’thal pulled hard, pulling the shaft, fletching and all though the woman’s body and out
her back. She heard a muffled howl of pain, but Bethany pulled Kiith’thal even closer as the
shaft was pulled through her.
“eeeeemmmmmmffffffffffffffppphhhhhhhh,” she cried against Nath’ra lips, then moaned deeply
and kissed him hard, one hand going to his cock again and the other pulling hard on Kiith’thal’s
hair, pulling her up and until all three were sharing the kiss, licking Bethany’s blood from the
female Hunters lips.
“I ... wish you would ... have left them in me ...” Bethany gasped when they finished kissing.
“They hurt so much ... but oh Goddess ... they were so good too ... I could feel them. It was so
good when then sunk ... so ... ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Bethany’s voice cried out as Nath’ra stood and pulled her to her feet, pulling her too him and
then lifting her up. He put his hand under her hips and lifted her up, kissing her hard. She
pressed her body to his, her now steadily bleeding wounds staining his skin. Kiith’thal moved
behind her, pressing her breasts against the woman’s back, kissing and licking at the back of her
neck as blood flowed down her belly and her legs from the wound in Bethany’s back.
“We had to love ... for there is more ... much more to share,” he said as he kissed her, using his
hands to spread her legs. His cock was hard as cock, dripping with his own precum as well as
her blood. He slowly lowered her, until the tip of his cock was pressing between her virgin lips.
Bethany was shivering now, but she held herself to him, waiting to see what more they were
going to do. She was breathing a bit quicker now, and she was showing the first signs of
weakness.
All 3 could feel the dark yet beautiful thrill of pain and blood and death shivering through them ...
the call of The Lady of Blood ... and the exciting of their own dark desires. As if from a far of
choir, and somber yet unearthly beautiful song began to echo softly around the trees. Bethany
raised her face, trying to hear the song more clearly, but Nath’ra and Kiith’thal were long familiar
with it, and rejoiced to hear the voice of their beloved Lady joining them and rejoicing in blood
and death given in perfect love.
Nath’ra kissed Bethany between her small breasts, then whispered in her ear.
“More pain,” he said quietly, “more blood ... more joy ... more love ... come Bethany ... feel the
power and beauty of Our Lady of Blood.” And with that he let her down onto his cock, sinking
his thick seven-inch shaft to the hilt in her virgin pussy in one long stroke.
Bethany threw back her head and cried, her hands and nails digging to Nath’ra shoulders.
“EEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,” she screamed, then began to return Kiith’thal’s kisses, moaning
deeply as the pain and feel of him inside her flooded through her for the first time.
Kiith’thal pulled on her long black hair until her face was tilted all the way back and kissed her
hotly, pushing her body against Bethany’s to push her even more firmly onto Nath’ra cock.
END OF PART III