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This wonderful feeling and exquisite
sensation must be why most sensual empaths happily embraced their natural
instincts. To experience this delicious delight over and over again must be a
joy beyond compare.

When he finally stopped pushing, her
world revolved around the big shaft in full and complete possession of her
pussy and through it, her entire body. Certain he could bear her weight she
leaned back, grinding her ass against him.

Cupping a palm over her stuffed slit,
he used his other hand to turn her head. Feeling his warm lips sliding up her
neck, across her cheek to her lips, she trembled with pleasure. But she didn’t
turn her head. While she worked, her clients had access to her entire body. Her
ears, cheeks, neck, breasts, and even her pussy were theirs to lick, kiss,
suck, and touch as much as they liked. But her lips were off-limits to her
clients.

She had broken her rule earlier, but
couldn’t again for fear she’d fall for a man she meant nothing to. To appease
him, she offered him her neck and squeezed her vaginal muscles around his big,
luscious cock to encourage him to fuck her.

He held himself still and nibbled at
the corner of her mouth while his hand remained on her face.

She kept waiting for him to start
sliding in and out of her. Her mother had been a latent sexual empath. Although
her mother had never practiced the art of sexual empathy, she had done her best
to instruct Parmia in the art practiced by many members of their family.

Parmia had learned well enough to
ensure she’d always managed to please her clients—even as she herself never
felt more than a few moments of pleasure. From experience, she knew once most
men were inside her, they lost control and pumped away until they came—without
giving any thought to how she felt.

Since he had pleased her on the
stallion without getting anything in return, she felt hopeful her last job
would be one she could remember with pleasure—if he’d only fuck her.

She slowly ground her ass against him
and squeezed her pussy around his cock.

He groaned and shuddered. But instead
of pumping into her, he turned her head and licked at her lips.

A jolt of desire shot through her
along with the realization that he wanted something she had never ceded to any
other client—complete control of their sexual encounter.

Although he wasn’t a client, he was
quickly becoming an obsession. Overcome with a desperate sensual hunger she’d
never expected to feel, she eased off several inches of his shaft before slowly
pushing herself back onto it. And still he remained unmoving inside her. “Give
me what I want,” he ordered.

Finally, she bit her lip and turned
her face, bringing her mouth closer to his.

His lips, warm and insistent, brushed
across hers.

She kept her mouth closed and waited
for the movement of the cock she now craved.

Instead of giving her what she
wanted, he continued to worry her mouth with his lips, tongue, and teeth.

After several moments, his attention
to her mouth bore fruit. The muscles of her stomach clenched. Gasping, she
parted her lips.

“Finally!” Sliding his hand up from
her pussy, he cupped her breasts as he thrust his tongue into her mouth.

The feel of his tongue touching hers
set her body on fire. She shuddered and moaned as he pulled her tongue into his
mouth and then finally…blessedly began to fuck her with long, slow, deep
thrusts.

An even greater flame than she’d felt
while he pleasured her on horseback raged through her. It engulfed her entire
body until she felt as if every molecule of her being was on fire for him.

Releasing her face, he trailed a hand
down to grip her hip. Still devouring her lips, he flicked the thumb of the
other hand against her clit.

With rational thought no longer
possible; she mindlessly exchanged hot, greedy kisses with him while wildly
bucking her hips in time with his. She welcomed each thrust of his hard cock as
he drove it into depths of her pussy that had never felt or known the pleasure
of such deep penetration.

His insistent lips, his warm
caressing hands, and his wonderful cock quickly combined to create a heat in
her that incinerated her world. Incredible feelings rippled through her body.
Lost in bliss and no longer able to control her passions, she exploded.

He continued to pump into her with a
heated desperation that sent chills of delight through her. His relentless
assault on her pussy ensured she experienced one searing climax after another.
And still he kept pounding her pussy until her knees shook and she clung to
him, feeling helpless and at the mercy of the exquisite delight he made her
feel.

Finally, with her senses overwhelmed,
she moaned, and slumped against him.

She was only vaguely conscious of him
easing his cock out of her and lifting her off her feet. His warm lips brushed
against hers.

Feeling safe and cherished, she
cuddled close, trembling in his arms.

He whispered softly to her in a
language she didn’t understand as he carried her back to the bedchamber.

After a moment of surprise that he
was able to not only pick her up but carry her as well, she pressed her cheek
against his damp chest. Sexually sated and emotionally satisfied, she drifted
to sleep the moment he laid her on the bed.

* * *

With the onset of night, a brutal
wind swept over the desert, sending the swirling blue sands hurtling across the
moonlit evening. Sheltered within the observation compartment of the cruiser,
Delsin stood staring up at the full moon.

Memories of the countless nights
spent running through the desert under a full moon with Daylon and Daria
haunted him. Of the many cubs he’d been reared with, those were the two he
constantly struggled to forget.

Home for the first time during a full
moon in years, the blood raced through his veins until he felt as if he suffered
from moon fever. A hunger he had struggled against and denied for so long
overwhelmed him.

Somewhere in the night, he heard the
wild call of one of his brethren in the grip of prowl heat. The primal call
struck a cord deep inside him. He tossed his head back, opened his mouth, and answered
with a howl dredged up from his gut. Staring up at the moon, whose pull he
could no longer resist, he ripped off his clothes and slowly shifted to what he
still considered his natural form—that of a big, gray wolf.

Feeling free of all cares and worries
for the first time since he’d left home, he padded through the cruiser and out
into the night. With the rays of the full moon washing over his body, he tossed
back his head and gave voice to pent-up hungers.

With his balls feeling heavy with
seed he needed to expend, he decided to race across the desert to the shifter
den where he would find many females eager to mate with him. Instead, without
conscious thought, he turned and ran back to the cruiser and to the woman whose
body and blood he craved above all others.

* * *

When she woke, Parmia lay in a
strange bed. Markes hovered in the air several inches above the bed.
“Are
you all right?”

After five-years of serving wealthy
clients, she’d experienced her first cock-induced orgasm. She felt sexy, content,
and eager for more—much more. She smiled, stretched, and slowly nodded. “Oh,
Markes, I had no idea sex could be so wonderful. I’ve never felt so alive or so
content,” she told him.

She felt some of his tension vanish.
“
Is this almost over?”

By the Goddess, she hoped not.
“What’s wrong, Markes?”

“I don’t like him. He makes you
moan and I’m never sure if I should kill him or not.”

Feeling a trickle of the hunter’s
seed sliding down one thigh, she rubbed her pussy. “Not,” she told, Markes.
“Definitely not. Whatever you do, don’t hurt him.”

“You like him?”

“I like his cock and how it feels
thrusting deep and hard inside me.” She shuddered with remembered pleasure.
“For the first time in my life, I understand the allure of sex.” The thought
that she’d spent so long with clients incapable of providing a quarter of the
pleasure she’d discovered with the hunter left her sad at all the wasted years.

“I don’t like him.”

“Don’t hurt him unless I’m in danger,
Markes.”

“As you wish.”
He rose in an
angry arc and left the room, forcing Adarinas, who had just entered the room to
dance out of his way while holding onto the tray he held.

As soon as she saw him, Parmia
noticed a difference in him. His skin seemed wind burned and his eyes held a
wild look that should have but didn’t give her pause. He was also stark naked
and fully aroused.

Parmia, also nude, bolted into a
seated position. His big cock demanded her attention. Her heartbeat quickened
and her pussy flooded as she stared at it. It was long and thick with a dark
pink head. His nut sack hung low and looked laden with seed.

She moistened her lips, unable to
look away. Her overwhelming need was to have him ravish her until she couldn’t
stop coming.

He gave Markes a weary look before
crossing the room to the bed. “Is he under your control?”

“He won’t attack unless I’m in
danger. Am I?”

“At the moment, the only danger you
need worry about is that of having your pussy pounded to a pulp.”

She swallowed a sudden lump. She’d
hoped for a much different, softer response. “And when you’ve had enough?”

He placed the tray on the table
beside her before he joined her on the bed. “That’s not going to happen today
or tomorrow.”

That implied that next week or even
sooner, she might need to fear him. She could only thank the Goddess he was the
real quarry. She lowered her lids, concealing her expression and the sudden
ache she felt.

He placed a hand under her chin and
lifted her face. “Are you hungry?”

She’d satisfy her hunger for food
after they’d mated for what she promised herself would be the last time.

Without waiting for her response, he
placed the tray onto her lap.

“Yes,” she admitted. “I’m hungry, but
not for food.”

“I was hoping for that response.”

And yet he’d brought food anyway.
Even though she didn’t sense the tenderness he’d displayed earlier, she hoped
there was still a part of him intent on ensuring she enjoyed their next
encounter.

He placed the tray on the nightstand
and kneeled on the bed, facing her. “What are you hungry for?”

She slid her hands over his upper body.
After caressing and admiring his wide shoulders for several moments, she kissed
a path down from his neck to his chest. “You,” she admitted.

His breathing quickened. “And I for
you,” he responded.

The light matting of hair on his
chest tickled her nose. “You’ve been out in the night wind.”

“It was either that or ravish you as
you slept.”

His passion-filled voice increased
her feelings of arousal. Clearly, his hunger for her mirrored hers for him.
Lifting her head, she stroked her fingers down his chest and abs to his groin.
Locking her gaze with his, she closed her fingers around his girth.

He inhaled sharply.

Feeling his balls swell under her
fingertips, she rose to her knees to face him. Her nipples were tight and her
pussy flooded.

His nostrils flared and his gaze
shifted to her mouth.

She, who had so jealously guarded her
lips from all other males, leaned forward with her lips parted, her fingers
still wrapped around his shaft. “Kiss me and make me yours.”

He didn’t move.

After a moment of hesitation, she
leaned close enough to touch her mouth to his. When he still didn’t respond,
she stuck her tongue out and slowly dragged the tip of it along his lips.

“Yes,” he spoke in a voice brusque
with passion.

Encouraged and hungry to feel him
sliding inside her, she trailed her lips down the strong column of his neck to
his chest. She teased at his nipples with her teeth and tongue.

His response was quick. He curled his
fingers in her hair and drew her face up from his chest.

They gazed into each other’s eyes.

She didn’t know what he saw in hers,
but the passion in his, deepened her need to be impaled on his long, hard cock.
She slid her palm over his balls, squeezing them gently.

He reached between their bodies to
finger her slit before slipping two fingers inside her.

She trembled, pressing her tongue
against the top of her lip in response.

Slipping his arms around her, he
palmed her ass cheeks.

Within the shelter of his embrace,
she burned for him. When he touched his mouth to hers, she parted her lips, offering
her total surrender.

Accepting it, he kissed her slowly,
nibbling and biting at her lips several times.

Each foray of his mouth and tongue
sent a fresh jolt of desire through her. Massaging his shaft and balls, she
raked the nails of her other hand down his back. Encountering the hard muscles
of his ass, she drew his big body closer.

He thrust his tongue into her mouth
while probing her anal cavity with one finger.

Aroused and eager to feel him inside
her again, she arched forward, rubbing her breasts against his chest and her
pussy against his cock. “Take me,” she pleaded.

While scorching her lips with his hot
mouth, he gently touched his finger to her anus. When he pressed against it
with enough force to pierce it, she shivered, pressing her body back against
the finger invading her rear.

He gentled his mouth against hers and
fingered her ass.

She clutched him close, rubbing her
flooded slit against the hard cock trapped between their bodies. “Give it to
me…please.”

“Patience,” he whispered, fingering
her bottom.