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Judie gasped, but this time the sound had nothing to do with
excitement. Huon’s shirt was sliced open and the gaping edges stained reddish-black
with dried blood. Before she had time to fully comprehend its meaning, he
shrugged the shirt off.

This time she cried out loud, “Oh, Huon. It must hurt so
much.”

The pale skin of Huon’s chest was mottled black and maroon.
Cuts sliced into the flesh, streaks of gore overlaid across the bruising like
tattered flags. A sob rose up in her chest, refusing to be suppressed.

“How could I have not noticed how bad you were?”

Huon lifted one shoulder. Judie waited for him to wince, to
show the pain he was in, but his face remained calm. “You turned the lights
out, remember? Then, when we ran to the apartment it was dark and I was behind
you. When Tybor brought me my coat I didn’t have time to change, so I put it on
over the top. I didn’t want people staring at us. We didn’t want to attract
attention, did we?”

“But you should have told me,” Judie cried. “You should have
let us take care of you before this.”

“The cuts are shallow. Hopewood wanted them to hurt but he
didn’t want me dying or passing out before he had his fun. I’ll wash them off
and you won’t have to worry about them anymore.” He winked. “What I have in
mind will take my mind right off my pain.”

She sat up, ignoring her shirtless state. “You can’t intend
to have sex now. What if I touch you and hurt you? What if I bump you and make
you bleed again?” She looked at the bruises on his body and shuddered. “You
could have internal injuries. Those look awful.”

“If they bother you I’ll turn out the light.” Huon stopped
in the process of rinsing the blood off his torso and reached out a hand toward
the switch.

“Leave the light on,” Tybor rumbled. “You know she doesn’t
mean it that way.” He leaned forward to inspect the cuts himself. “They look
clean, but there’s a lot of bruising. Unless you want to take human painkillers
you just have to let time do what it can.”

“I told you I’m all right,” Huon snapped. “I know what my
body can and can’t take and I know what I want.”

“Feisty.” Tybor laughed. “Post-battle tension takes a lot of
people that way,” he explained to Judie. “Once it’s over and they’re safe, all
they want is a bout of good sex to celebrate being alive.”

* * * * *

As soon as he said it, Judie realized it was true for her
too. She felt tense and restless and the zing along her nerves, if it was
caused by a mix of adrenaline, fear and relief, triggered a deep sexual
arousal. The lips of her vagina were moist and swollen and the blood pulsed
heavily there. Her breasts tingled and the nipples stood erect. The last of her
clothing felt tight and restrictive and she couldn’t bear the rasp of it on her
sensitized skin.

She stood up, put her hands on the waistband of her skirt
and pushed pants and skirt down together, then she reached behind her,
unsnapped her bra and threw it onto the floor. Tybor stepped behind her and
pulled her back against him, his hands sliding down to stroke along the groove
between her legs, opening her. Huon kneeled in front of her, his tongue
thrusting upward, pushing against her clitoris. Tybor’s fingers were displaced
and they settled at either side of Huon’s mouth, feathering at the corners,
until he lifted them slowly to close over her breasts.

The scrape and wash of Huon’s tongue and teeth buckled her
knees and she would have fallen if not for Tybor’s strong arms. She gave
herself up to the sensation and her orgasm struck swift and hard, primed, as
Tybor had suggested, by her reaction to their fight and flight.

As Tybor held her up while she pulsed, she wondered dazedly
which one would have her first this time. Would they reverse the order, Tybor
no longer feeling he needed to demonstrate anything to Huon? Or would they
follow the same order as before, Tybor finessing her into a body-shaking orgasm
and Huon taking her harder and higher with sheer youthful strength and
enthusiasm?

Still holding her in his arms, Tybor sat down on the bed and
nestled her onto his lap. He gestured to Huon, indicating that he, too, should
sit down. Judie’s dazed eyes cleared and she lifted her head. Tybor nibbled her
ear.

“You were very brave tonight,” he whispered. “You did things
you didn’t think you would ever do.” She nodded and he continued. “You saved us
both. Now I want to show you something else new, but this time, it will be for
pleasure. Are you willing to try?”

Because it was Ty—
Tybor
—because she trusted him not
to harm her, she nodded again.

“Good girl.” He reinforced his praise with a slow, sucking
kiss on her neck. “Huon, in the bathroom, you’ll find a tube of moisturizer.” While
Huon scrambled to obey, his face reflecting his puzzlement, Tybor kissed her
again. “Clever girl to book us first-class tickets. The bathroom and the
complementary toiletries are going to be very useful.”

A suspicion of what he had planned made her heartbeat race
again and the rush of blood pounding in her ears drowned out all other noise. A
hard brown hand spread out over her chest, lifting up and down with its rise
and fall.

“You know what we’re going to do, don’t you?” Tybor said.
“And it excites you.”

Huon returned and stood by the bed, a small tube clutched in
his hand. Tybor lay back and pulled Judie around until she crouched over him,
her knees straddling his thighs, her pussy aligned with his weeping cock.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice dark. “Now, lift
yourself up and let me come into you.”

Her pussy clenched and throbbed and she raised her hips
until she felt the bulbous head of his cock nudging her entrance. Tybor
released his breath on a groan and he arched up just as Judie sank down,
filling her with his solid heat. A preliminary spasm shook her as her muscles
expanded to accommodate his thickness.

His hands went to her waist and he held her there, her
breasts rubbing against his chest, legs spread, leaning forward, ass raised.

“Huon.” Tybor’s voice emerged as a gravelly rasp. “Take the
moisturizer and spread it around her cute little ass. Lots and lots of it.”
Another wave passed through Judie as he spoke.

“Tybor…” Her voice sounded wavery and a bit scared. “I’ve
never let anyone fuck my ass before.”

“I suspected that,” he said soothingly. “That’s why we’re
going to let Huon be the one to break your cherry.”

Behind her, Huon gasped.

Tybor explained, “His cock is not as thick as mine. It will
be easier for your first time.” His head lifted and his voice grew a little
louder and she knew he spoke to Huon. “Are you right for this?”

“Oh, yes,” Huon breathed. “Hell, yes.”

“Take it slowly,” Tybor ordered. “Work your fingers in one
at a time until you’ve stretched the tissue enough so Judie can take you
comfortably.” He switched his attention back to her. “You can do this, can’t
you, sweetheart?”

“Oh, yes. Hell, yes,” she quoted.

Tybor chuckled. The movement drove him harder inside her and
she moaned. The bunk creaked as Huon knelt behind her.

A trickle of lubricant, warmed by Huon’s hand, spilled down
the crease of her butt cheeks. Huon’s fingers followed it, rubbing and
pressing, making a circling movement across the tight, round pucker of her ass.
She tensed and Tybor’s hands instantly spread out to hold her in place.

“Relax, Judie. Nothing will happen until you’re ready for
it.”

The pressure of Huon’s fingers sent trails of sparks firing
along her nerve endings, lighting fires, the flames spreading to places they’d
never ignited before. Huon slipped one finger inside, pushing gently until the
resistance gave way and her breath came in hard little exhalations.

“Are you all right?” His words washed, warm and concerned,
over the back of her neck.

“Yes,” she panted. “More.”

A second finger joined the first and they bent, pressing
against the front of her muscle wall. The sensation rocked her, then her entire
world rocked when Tybor groaned, “I can feel you. Huon, do it again.”

The fingers in her ass flexed again and this time she was
aware of the pressure against Tybor’s cock through the wall of her pussy.
Excitement rose up in a misty cloud, obscuring her vision and sending her into
some primitive world where thought did not exist, only sensation.

“Now. Now,” Tybor ground out. “Do it gently but do it now.”

The fingers slid out again and for a moment Judie felt a
sense of loss, an emptiness that she had never been aware of before, then she
felt the bump of Huon’s penis against the opening. She thought his fingers had
prepared her, but as he pushed himself inside the muscles stretched with such a
burning sting that for a moment she was sure she couldn’t bear it. She writhed,
almost dislodging herself from Tybor’s cock.

“No,” she whimpered. “I can’t.”

The inward pressure ceased immediately and Huon began to
withdraw but Tybor stopped him with a single command. “Don’t.”

Both Judie and Huon stilled.

“Just hold it there a moment,” Tybor ordered. “Give her time
to get used to it.” His hands stroked over her. “Relax, Judie, let it go. Huon
won’t move until you’re ready for the next bit.”

“It hurts,” she whimpered.

“Only for a minute,” he soothed. “Once you relax it will
stop hurting. You’ll like it, I promise.”

She shook her head.

“Yes you will,” Tybor argued. “You liked having Huon’s
fingers inside you didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she replied tentatively. “But they were smaller.”

“Not when he had three fingers inside you. You just think
they were. Let your mind go. Stop worrying. It will be good.”

The hypnotic cadence of his voice had the desired effect and
the tight clench of the ring of tissue loosened and as it did the pain
subsided.

“You’re right,” she said in wonder as desire began to
return.

“He’s always right,” Huon chimed in from behind her. “You
have to get used to… aah!”

“Is something wrong?” Judie asked him, twisting her neck in
an effort to see him over her shoulder. The guttural sound that had broken from
him could have been intense pleasure or pain, she couldn’t tell which.

“Stay still,” Huon whispered. “This feels fucking fabulous
and I don’t want to slip out.”

“It’ll be better if you let us do all the work,” Tybor
confirmed to her, his deep voice a caress. “Are you ready?”

Judie nodded and Huon slid in the last few inches until he
was seated fully within her.

“Ah,” he groaned, “So tight. I didn’t know anything could
feel like this.”

If Judie could speak she would have agreed but the fullness
of two cocks inside her robbed her of breath and left her suspended in some
wild state of ecstasy.

Huon began a rhythmic in-out movement. Slow, to make sure
they stayed joined, but gradually increasing in pace as they found their
rhythm.

Beneath her, Tybor made a rolling movement with his hips,
air rushing out of his mouth in harsh pants.

“Oh fuck, it feels brilliant. Judie you’re so tight and wet
and Huon, oh God, I can feel your cock and I…”

His back arched, his lips stretched tight and his cock began
to pulse. Judie screamed and followed him into orgasm and, behind her, Huon
pumped once, twice more and did the same. Sandwiched between the two men,
feeling the twin spurting of their cocks, the new and indescribable
consciousness of Huon’s cum shooting into her ass, Judie’s orgasm reached
beyond physical experience and transported her to a new level of total body
sensation.

By the time the aftershocks and shudders had subsided, Huon
was collapsed in a heap on top of her and Tybor lay beneath her, his head sunk
back on the pillow, eyes closed and arms draped limply across her back.

After a moment Huon stirred behind her. “Are you all right?”

“No.” She chuckled weakly when she felt his muscles tense.
“I may never be just all right again. But I feel fabulous, amazing, marvelous.”
She remembered Huon’s injuries and sobered. “But what about you? You didn’t
re-injure anything?”

“No. I feel too good to hurt.”

The weight lifted off Judie’s back a little. “Tybor?” Huon’s
voice was high pitched with concern. “Tybor. Are you okay? Say something.”

“Can’t,” came a deep, gravelly rumble. “I have died of
ecstasy and am currently reaping my just reward.”

Huon moved again and his now-flaccid cock slipped out of
her. “I’ll go and get something to get us all cleaned up. We’ll never fit in
that tiny cupboard of a shower cubicle.”

Judie tried to push herself up as soon as Huon moved away
but her worn-out limbs refused to cooperate. Tybor gently lifted her away and
rolled her onto her side.

“Thank you,” he said as he planted a kiss on her forehead.

“I guess you’ve done that lots of times before,” Judie
whispered, “but for me it was totally new. It was amazing.”

“It was…ah…” Tybor cleared his throat and began again. “I
have heard about such things, but the Dvalinn do not… It was the first time for
me, too.” He smiled. “I hope it’s not the last.”

The voices of a group of people walking past in the corridor
carried clearly to them. “Oh my God, do you think they heard us?” Judie
whispered and clasped her hand to her mouth.

“Do you care if they did?” Tybor asked.

“No.” She grinned at him. “I don’t think I do.”

“Don’t think you do what?” Huon asked as he returned and
offered her a damp washcloth.

Her grin grew wider. “I don’t care what a bunch of strangers
thought or whether they heard us having sex or not.”

“With the way you screamed they probably thought it was the
whistle of a passing steam train anyway,” Huon said and ducked the blow she
aimed at him.

It wasn’t hard to do, because her arms felt like lead
weights and instead of a punch the movement looked far more like an uncurling
strand of wet spaghetti.