excitement to his groin. “Oh, so true. I believe I am sated more than I thought ever possible. Gentlemen, on a serious note, I thank you for our mutual gratification. Now…”
Berry heard her voice tail off and wondered, What? Why did she stop speaking? He looked and saw the sadness in her eyes and knew she was about to disappoint them. In that supposition he was not disappointed.
“Now, gentlemen.” Her voice wavered and then became stronger, more resolute. “I feel now it is time for you to take your leave. I have much to ponder and very little time to do so.”
“What?” Ran sounded incredulous. “You are dismissing us? Now? After we have reached such heights of ecstasy as to have never been imagined or surpassed?” Berry stretched a warming hand toward him. Had it already not been proven that to push Hermione was to hit a wall so high and hard it was nigh on impossible to circumnavigate?
“I fear so, my lords. Tomorrow—nay, my pardon, today—is to be a momentous occasion, and I need to sleep in preparation. Therefore, I beg your indulgence and bid you goodnight.”
How could anyone lying arse-naked between her two lovers sound so resolute? Berry looked down her magnificent and naked body from her pussy hidden in its curls where he so recently was welcomed, to her breasts, nipples still peaked, and her oh-so-inviting and determined mouth. She was much too important to risk losing.
“Your word is our command, my love. If you will give us but one moment to recover. For truly, after a magnificent lovemaking such as we just experienced, walking is not something I would wish to undertake and cannot guarantee any measure of success until my limbs have stopped trembling. Then I will bid you farewell until the morrow.” He glared at Ran, a look so full of purpose that Ran paled.
“And I,” Berry heard him say, though not in a tone to indicate delight.
“I thank you, gentlemen.” Her tone indicated none of her pleasure at their acquiescence; she was surely toying with them. Let her have her thoughts of winning for of a surety they would be short-lived.
Slowly and stiffly Berry stood and went to the ewer, neatly hidden behind an ornate screen. After briskly washing himself—for the water was no longer warm—he lifted a soft cloth and returned to the bed from where Ran had moved and was obviously waiting for Berry to return before he took his place at the ewer. Berry looked at both his lovers.
“Wish you I wipe the evidence of our proclivities from you or wish you do it yourself?” He spoke to Hermione, who regarded him lazily.
“Generally, my lord, ‘twould be my pleasure to submit to your ministrations; however, this time, I will minister to myself after I have bid you farewell. Until eleven?”
He held back his laughter as Ran shook his head and with a muttered oath, disappeared behind the screen. Instead he merely nodded, dropped the cloth on the bedside cabinet, and began to dress in britches and shirt, his cravat still loose around his neck. Hermione lay supine; he felt her gaze follow his and Ran’s every move. Not unaffected or disinterested then, just determined to do things her way. Well, he would allow her that—for now.
He saw her move uneasily as he continued to regard her, his gaze unwavering. As he knew, that specific, steady gaze was particularly unsettling to the one on the receiving end. She cleared her throat, and he stifled his smile. If she wished to converse, hers would be the first word. Behind him, he could hear Ran, temper restored to its normal, steady level, whistling. Still he regarded her, unblinking.
Ran appeared in his peripheral vision and by his demeanor, recognized the power play taking place and retired from the ring to dress— and perchance watch? Still Berry stood silent, contemplating the woman before him. Eventually it seemed she could stay quiet any longer.
“I, er, well, my lords, I think the correct response is I thank you for your attention. As I
Berry heard her voice tail off and wondered, What? Why did she stop speaking? He looked and saw the sadness in her eyes and knew she was about to disappoint them. In that supposition he was not disappointed.
“Now, gentlemen.” Her voice wavered and then became stronger, more resolute. “I feel now it is time for you to take your leave. I have much to ponder and very little time to do so.”
“What?” Ran sounded incredulous. “You are dismissing us? Now? After we have reached such heights of ecstasy as to have never been imagined or surpassed?” Berry stretched a warming hand toward him. Had it already not been proven that to push Hermione was to hit a wall so high and hard it was nigh on impossible to circumnavigate?
“I fear so, my lords. Tomorrow—nay, my pardon, today—is to be a momentous occasion, and I need to sleep in preparation. Therefore, I beg your indulgence and bid you goodnight.”
How could anyone lying arse-naked between her two lovers sound so resolute? Berry looked down her magnificent and naked body from her pussy hidden in its curls where he so recently was welcomed, to her breasts, nipples still peaked, and her oh-so-inviting and determined mouth. She was much too important to risk losing.
“Your word is our command, my love. If you will give us but one moment to recover. For truly, after a magnificent lovemaking such as we just experienced, walking is not something I would wish to undertake and cannot guarantee any measure of success until my limbs have stopped trembling. Then I will bid you farewell until the morrow.” He glared at Ran, a look so full of purpose that Ran paled.
“And I,” Berry heard him say, though not in a tone to indicate delight.
“I thank you, gentlemen.” Her tone indicated none of her pleasure at their acquiescence; she was surely toying with them. Let her have her thoughts of winning for of a surety they would be short-lived.
Slowly and stiffly Berry stood and went to the ewer, neatly hidden behind an ornate screen. After briskly washing himself—for the water was no longer warm—he lifted a soft cloth and returned to the bed from where Ran had moved and was obviously waiting for Berry to return before he took his place at the ewer. Berry looked at both his lovers.
“Wish you I wipe the evidence of our proclivities from you or wish you do it yourself?” He spoke to Hermione, who regarded him lazily.
“Generally, my lord, ‘twould be my pleasure to submit to your ministrations; however, this time, I will minister to myself after I have bid you farewell. Until eleven?”
He held back his laughter as Ran shook his head and with a muttered oath, disappeared behind the screen. Instead he merely nodded, dropped the cloth on the bedside cabinet, and began to dress in britches and shirt, his cravat still loose around his neck. Hermione lay supine; he felt her gaze follow his and Ran’s every move. Not unaffected or disinterested then, just determined to do things her way. Well, he would allow her that—for now.
He saw her move uneasily as he continued to regard her, his gaze unwavering. As he knew, that specific, steady gaze was particularly unsettling to the one on the receiving end. She cleared her throat, and he stifled his smile. If she wished to converse, hers would be the first word. Behind him, he could hear Ran, temper restored to its normal, steady level, whistling. Still he regarded her, unblinking.
Ran appeared in his peripheral vision and by his demeanor, recognized the power play taking place and retired from the ring to dress— and perchance watch? Still Berry stood silent, contemplating the woman before him. Eventually it seemed she could stay quiet any longer.
“I, er, well, my lords, I think the correct response is I thank you for your attention. As I
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