Page 52 of Lost in the Fog

“For some of them, you are the only female they have spoken to in eight hundred years.”

“Well, two of them just disappeared, so I am guessing with the ladies now willing to have the next generation, they are going to be in their own bodies again soon enough.”

Ornolf laughed. “Ah, right. Were you really holding back?”

“Sure. I would have had your pants off the same day I met you if I didn’t need to hold back. There is going to be a weird population surge in this area. Good thing you bought a big house.”

He grinned, and his knot reduced to the point he could extract himself. She waited for the whoosh, and it wasn’t there.

Ornolf winced. “Sorry. It will leave on a delay.”

“Oh, so you are a soft plug kinda guy.”

“Yes.”

“So, why the knot?”

“My parents were from two different subsects. I got both attributes.”

She laughed and tried to ease her thighs together, but he was still in the way. “Hm. I seem to have a block between my thighs.”

He grinned. “That would be me.”

“So, are we going to continue with the creepy audience?”

Ornolf asked, “Do you mind?”

“No. Do they mind?” She looked behind Ornolf’s shoulder.

The assembled dead grinned.

“Okay, but I am not making eye contact with them. It gets fucking creepy. Literally.”

He winked. “Your wish is my command.” He slipped an arm behind her and flipped her to her belly.

She huffed, and as he slid into her again, she moaned. The only thing ahead of her was the headboard, and she was able to close her eyes and focus on the feel of the width and length of him slowly gliding back and forth.

She went down on her elbows and heard a low groan from him. Her forehead pressed the mattress, and his hands gripped her hips hard enough that she knew bruises would form.

The first orgasm struck her, and he slowed to a measured beat, speeding up as soon as the pleasure began to fade. Each thrust renewed the waves, and Gia let the stars flow behind her eyes. The next time she came, she screamed.

She heard a low shout, and then she was flattened into the bed, her sex stretched and aching.

Soft kisses were being placed on her shoulders and neck while the purr got heavy and ran through him and into her. Soft spasms fluttered around his cock, and he chuckled slowly.

“Mrs. Zorat, I think we will get along very well.”

The knot slid deeper. She groaned. “What was your first clue?”

He laughed and bit her neck gently, which sent her senses into another series of overload. It was the start of a very long night with a rapt audience. Somewhere in the endless rounds of tangled limbs, Ornolf created the twists of hair, nipped her finger to stroke down the column, and did the same on his hair.

They slept cuddled together with all of the souls tucked back into Ornolf. It was the night of a new anniversary.

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