Page 21 of The Twelve Nights of Halloheen

“Oh! Keep going,” she urged, dropping back down. Experimentally, she tilted her hips a little. That slid him in further, making both of them moan.

“You feel like you’re clutching at me,” he said, his voice strained. “Your body is trying to draw me in deeper.”

“Then listen to her,” Isla begged.

Isla might not be very experienced at sex, but she heard the other women talking openly. She knew having so many orgasms in one session shouldn’t be possible, at least according to the Wimol women.

But none of those women had been with Talins and wasn’t that a damn shame!

The sensations that had gripped her earlier throbbed to life. Tisuran’s thick cock dragged against all the right places. He didn’t feel too big. He felt like a perfect fit.

Greedy, Isla reared up to wrap one hand around the back of Tisuran’s neck and pulled him down. His lips met hers and she found out he was as skilled at kissing her mouth as he was at kissing other parts of her body.

It didn’t take long for her climax to build. She wanted that again, craved it. But as much as she was determined to cum again, she needed something else from Tisuran before it happened.

Ending the kiss, she cupped his face as their eyes met. “Now,” she whispered. “Come with me.”

Bonding oil flowed over her fingers as Tisuran gasped. “Anything mylorelinedemands.”

Isla felt so full of emotions she couldn’t speak. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she nestled her face next to his. She could hear his ragged breathing in her ear as he whispered words of adoration, his hips pumping his thick cock in and out of her.

Her orgasm slammed into her. Tightening her thighs around him, she cried out with the sudden pleasure of it. Burying his face in the blankets under them, he roared. She felt his hot seed fill her, the rhythm of his hips stuttering as his body convulsed.

This last orgasm was so intense, tears started streaming down her face as her body trembled. She closed her eyes and let the smell of sweet maple fill her nose as this perfect moment washed over her, knowing there were many more to come.

Chapter 8

Isla’s guide to The Twelve Nights of Halloheen (Excerpt)

Try not to fall in love until Red Night. But if you can’t hold out, then don’t worry. It’s considered good luck to start a relationship on any of the twelve nights.

Isla

“This is for you!” Marcel announced as he held out a small plate with both hands. “I decorated all my Red Night cookies all by myself. I colored each cookie to match the person I love. Yours is yellow because Mama said you’re bright, like the sun.”

The cookie was so covered in yellow frosting that she couldn’t see any of the red cookie underneath. The frosting wasn’t a soft yellow. It was an obnoxiously bright chartreuse yellow. Isla didn’t even know that color could be created by the simulator.

Her teeth would probably end up dyed yellow after she ate it. Hiding her grin at Marcel’s excitement, she leaned over, pretending to critically examine the cookie.

“I love it!” she declared, letting her mouth curve into a smile. Before he could thrust the plate at her and probably topple the cookie onto the ground, she accepted the Red Night token. “Mine isn’t as good as yours. I hope that’s okay.”

She handed him her second to last cookie to give out. Like Marcel, she’d hand decorated all her cookies but used less frosting. Instead of yellow, she’d mixed silvery dye in white frosting to make her cookies sparkle.

“It’s so shiny!” Marcel squealed with glee as he accepted the cookie and immediately pulled it out of the clear bag she’d put it in to take a big bite out of it. His actions added a layer of silver frosting to his face, covering some of the blue, purple, lavender, and pink frosting already there. She eyed all the different colors. How many cookies had little Marcel eaten so far tonight? And there were probably even more cookies waiting for him at home.

Unlike all the other nights of Halloheen, Red Night was meant to be spent with your most special people. Couples, thruples, poly-groups, and/or families were expected to go off and spend quality time together and pay close attention to those they loved the most.

To Isla’s delight, Tisuran had asked to spend Red Night alone with her. She’d eagerly accepted. She’d been waiting for him when Marcel had intercepted her.

“I wuv ou!” Marcel said with his mouth full of cookie.

Going down on one knee, Isla set down the box containing her last and most special cookie and opened her arms. “I love you too, Marcel! You’re the best six-year-old friend a girl could have!”

After a quick hug, Marcel giggled and ran off, leaving Isla to go back to waiting for Tisuran. Waiting with barely controlled impatience.

Yesterday’s Day of Fasting and Night of Feasting had been perfect. After eating their fill, they’d managed to find some moretime alone. That night there’d been no fear for Isla. She’d been quick to strip down and demand Tisuran join her in her bed.

He hadn’t protested.

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