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"As one who has tasted her pleasures, it is a most intense experience," I spoke the truth. From the finger Clara dug into my ribs, she didn’t appreciate the reminder. Still, I had a con to sell."You lose yourself to the pleasure. In order to experience her fully, we must secure you for your own safety.”
"Secure?” Ordeesia’s eyes widened, if that was even possible.
"Yes, the last time I did not secure myself, I nearly died from the mating." Beside me, I heard a faint giggle.
“I know of no such female that wields such pleasure.” Qaimus crossed thin arms over his barrel chest, unconvinced.
It was a risk, but I knew we'd have to take it to get out of this room without commotion.
“Show yourself, my sweet,” I murmured to Clara.
She stiffened, and for a moment, I expected her to refuse, then small pale hands appeared from underneath the cloak to push the hood back from her face.
"A human!" Qaimus breathed, regarding the woman at my side like nothing more than a prize. I wanted to punch his eyes off his skull.
"I'd heard Luarian bought one." Ordeesia scrambled to the edge of the bed, reaching out a webbed hand. Before I could react, Clara slapped her hand away.
“She’s feisty,” Ordeesia giggled.
I trailed a finger along Clara's soft cheek. From the look she gave me, I would regret it later.
"Humans give pleasure so intense it has driven males mad. It's why many consider them a treasure." I sold, although it wasn't far from the truth. She certainly drove me near madness with her soft, voluptuous....
Focus Tarook.
“Any partner she has must be bound to protect themselves.”
"Me first." Qaimus's gray tongue hung from the side of his mouth.
“I want to go first.” Ordeesia pouted, slinging the deadly whip again.
“You may go together. I am very limber,” Clara announced in a voice so sultry I felt it straight down to my cock.
She moved away from my side, stepping closer to the bed. I nearly snatched her back, but caught the conspiratorial glint in her eye.
"Lie on your backs side by side and my…." Her gaze flickered over me, heating my skin. "My companion will assist you while I prepare myself."
Prepare herself?
My momentary wonder dissipated at the clap of Clara's hands. She sank into a squatting position, legs spread wide, and began thrusting her bottom and hips up and down. Tearing my gaze from her jiggling ass to truss the Kwado to the bedposts was nearly undoable.
"Don't forget the gags," Clara purred as she danced around the room. "The screams of pleasure often draw others, and we don't want to get interrupted."
"Gags! Please gag us," Qaimus begged.
Damn, Clara was better at this con than me. I swiped what appeared to be pieces of their clothing from the floor, stuffing both Qaimus’ and Ordeesia's mouths.
Once the gags were in place, Clara stopped gyrating and faced me with hands on hips and a disgusted expression scrunching her face.
"Can we get the fuck out of here, please?"
The Kwado wriggled on the bed, but I couldn't tell if they'd realized our ruse or were excited about what they expected next.
I strode to the corner where two rumbled purple cloaks lay, grabbing one for myself and tossing the other toward Clara.
"Here, put this on."
Clara lifted the fabric to her face, issuing a gagging noise as she frowned. "What is this? It stinks.”
