"Dexter..." The voice of Ada, who was whispering, raw with anxiety, touched as her hand reached out and grabbed my arm. "We believe you... But this you must not say to anybody." Her gaze flicked toward Kerry and back to , and she tightened her grip.
"If anyone finds out—people from other tribes, even our own—they’ll try to capture you. They’ll try to take advantage of you. It’s too dangerous..."
Kerry nodded, her voice barely more than a breath. "She’s right. If the tribe knew... if anyone knew..." She swallowed hard, her body still trembling with need, with the aftershocks of pleasure I’d given her. "They’d never let you go."
I found them both--how yet their bodies shook, how their eyes flad with fear and wantonness, how they were so careful. It was the first ti I learned that they were not only driven by lust.
The burden of their worry ca down on , a weird warmth of feeling in my bosom--sothing almost alien to the dark possessive hunger that still writhed in my bowels.
It was not the re lust they had for . They cared. And that thought changed sothing within , blunting the lines of my habitual rudeness, on their behalf.
It was at this point that I resolved to treat them well.
I nodded, and said sothing in a lower voice than mine, the edge of arrogance of my voice being in its place, sothing more humble, sothing more true. "I know..." My fingers touched the shoulder of Kerry, and my touch was less intense, now nearly tremulous, like touching a sacred object.
"I do not want to hide it from you anymore." My throat narrowed, and the words were spoken sowhere I seldom allow myself to be. "Since you are now my family... and I do not want to see either of you suffering. Supposing I can do anything to heal you, I will."
I said it because I ant it.
However, I said it because I had to make them believe it. Wanted them to believe in , to symptoms of . Not their bodies only, but their hearts.
Kerry’s arms wrapped around suddenly, her body pressing against mine as if she could shield from the world just by holding . "Dexter, you can’t trust soone easily," she murmured, her voice muffled against my chest. "What if your Aunt Kerry were a bad woman? What if she just wanted to capture you? What would you do then?"
I sighed, and my hand reached up to touch the hair, my fingers getting entangled in it. "My aunt Kerry cannot be a bad woman," I said, with a firm voice and conviction.
"You have been on my worrying side all the ti since I knew you, salivating my cock, feeding , attending to ." My hand moved a little tighter, my thumb rubbing against her cheek. "If I don’t trust Aunt Kerry... then there’s no one in this world I can trust."
Kerry drew herself up just to look up at , with sothing in her eyes, raw, perhaps gratefulness, or sothing more, sothing that brought a tightness into my chest. "Dexter... you----" Her voice broke, and she stood staring a while at , as though she were beholding first ti.
Ada was heard cutting through the silence, and warm, and heavy with emotion. "Thank you, Dexter..." said she, and her hand was laid to my breast, grounding. "For trusting us." Her gaze struck mine with maternal passion.
I swear that I will never say anything about you. Her voice lowered, her fingers making slow circles on my skin. "You are my family now, Dexter." She stood still, uncompromising. "And you are Ruth’s man now. So call Mother Ada... henceforth, all right?
It was before I could reply that Ada drew into her arms and smothered with the softness of her breasts like a child. It was too much, the way her body felt, the sll of her skin. "Mother Ada..." I said no to her; the words were foreign and correct at the sa ti.
My cock jerked hard, hitting Ada’s stomach with a needy throb. "Hmmm.... Dexter, your cock..." she murmured, her voice dropping to a low, teasing purr. "First, let take care of it..."
The air between us was very desire-filled, and my voice was caught between bewildernt and pure, hurting need. "Aunt... Mother... Ada..." I had a heavy weight in my tongue, sothing beyond lust, sothing deeper, sothing that made my chest tight. But seeing Ada stroke with hands so possessive and preemptive gave a shock of electricity right to my cock, and made it ache with its desperate need.
Then I saw it.
Kerry fiddled with her fingers at her sides, the knuckles growing whitish as she made the clenched fists tighter. Her lips were drawn into so narrow, strained line, her breath taken in short, broken snatches. Her gaze was fixed on us not with interest, but with sothing stiffer--sothing greedy.
Jealousy. The thought gave a black, fierce excitent and curled inside my bowels. She didn’t just want to watch. She wanted to be part of this. She desired to be mine like Ada.
I had a hand on my cock, Ada, it wrapped her hand around , clearly in a grip, her touch in a direct line of pleasure that gave a jolt. "Dexter..." she said, her voice deep with desire, her eyes black with passion and sothing, sothing that was nearly womanly in its eminence.
"What should I do? Would I... simply stick it in my pussy?" Her fingers went slow, teasing circles around the head of my cock, her touch sending to madness with anticipation.
Only a heartbeat did I hesitate. They were not really ill, just horny, and desperate to have it out. However, the lie I had told was too good to give up now. And fuck, I needed this. Had to bury myself into them, to make them squeeze between their bodies, to make them scream my na till their voices got rough.
Her voice was a moan of sin--a request that I fill her. My head was coming apart, the tension within a tempest, my cock aching with a kind of need so acute it was almost paining. I did not want to wait a second.
I felt like bursting my head unless I ca off. I was too long in need and my body was too tight, and my cock was paining with every throb.
I dragged Ada with , and my arms wrapped round her, and lay down beside Ruth, who was still sleeping, with her body loose with weariness.
Ada presses down on and my cock is stuck between the greasy heat of her pussy. The touch was, enough in itself to make groan, and my hips tickled upwards of their own accord.
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