Samuel's Pride: Hawk Part 4

"Rule what?" Hawk reached over and took Awnia's hand and held it tightly within his. When she looked at him, her eyes filled with tears, he reached over and picked her up and sat her on his lap. "Rule what?"

"The kingdom in which they live. All of it." He held her tightly as she cried. He hurt for her, but knew that when she told him everything, he was going to protect her, protect her as well as he could for just being a shifter. "She will destroy you and all that are in your heart. It was what she said to me when she told me there would be no love for me. She said that to me just before I took ill. I never...something happened to me then that I've never been sure of, but I was tossed here. Only because of the fact that the witch gave me my magic as I lay there was I able to be here now. Temptress told me that any man stupid enough to love and love all of me, she would tear apart, along with all that were in his heart. And she will too, if she finds out about you."

Hawk held her as she cried. It tore him up inside to hear her, and his heart broke for the burden that she'd been carrying. As she quieted down, he looked at Margo. She'd been there the entire time, and he'd completely forgotten about her, as well as the little faeries. When Hawk was sure Awnia was asleep, he spoke to his dear friend.

"I don't know what to do." She nodded and held her hand to her heart. "I have to protect her. I have to...I'm in love with her."

"Of course you are. And why not? But she's not in a good place. We have to think. Let me...." She looked at the little faeries. "Do you think you can find us someone to speak to? Someone that will be able to talk to this Halmar?"

Nelena looked at Serane before nodding. "It is said that our Yve has a connection to the G.o.ds. We...it is why we are so in awe of her. She is very special. We have never seen it, but we have heard of it." Hawk watched as the two little ones spoke amongst themselves before looking at him. "We will go to her now, but we feel there will be a need for her to have more magic around her. May we call in help?"

"I want you to do whatever you deem necessary to keep her safe."

He should have said within reason. He knew that they were literal in their thinking, but before he could clarify, before he could say, "Let me revise that," there were so many faeries in his kitchen that he felt his vision blur with them. When Awnia was taken from his arms, he thought to fight them, but there were too many of them. As they moved from this room to the next he stood up, but suddenly Yve, one of the faeries from Vinnie's, was there. She sat down on the plate with the cookies still on it and picked at it until she had several crumbs. When she seemed satisfied with her selection, she turned and looked at him with a smile.

"What I am about to tell you is a held secret. You must never tell anyone, living or dead, please. I have contact with the faeries of her world. I have had for a long while." Hawk leaned forward in his chair, as did Margo. Hawk nodded for her to go on. "Halmar is...his temper is not the best, and he is angered now. I do not know the reason, but I cannot approach him at the moment. But there is another I can talk to."

"I understand. Can I?" She shook her head at him. "Does he know that she's in trouble? That her mother is going to kill her?"

"He thinks her dead, as does the rest of the kingdom. His grief was profound, and still hurts him a great deal." Hawk had thought that might be why he'd never come to her. "She was ill, very ill for a time. Just before her coming of age, she had been poisoned. There was never proof of how she had gotten the poison, but it still entered her body. The witch was at her side at all times during this illness, but it was...her body, Awnia's body, disappeared from the castle. No one knew where she'd gone, and the witch disappeared soon after. It was believed for a long time that Temptress killed her. But there was no proof. When there were no more children born of the G.o.d and G.o.ddess, it was a.s.sumed that the witch had been the one to hold the curse. Now...we faeries are not sure now."

"I am sure that the witch held the magic." The big shifter, Big Will, appeared in the kitchen. Margo simply got up and pulled the rolls she'd been working on for him out of the refrigerator and began to work on them. "I have spoken to her. She is not of this world or the other, but she is very happy that the young princess lives."

"She is dead then? The witch is dead?" Big Will nodded. "No one knew that she was alive all this time? That she was out there alone? How is that possible?"

"Magic." As if that should explain it all, Hawk thought sourly, and started to ask Big Will to explain when Yve did.

"Vinnie and she were friends for many years, more than most any of us have been here. He knew that she was a G.o.ddess, but not her story. It was not until Halmar put out the word that he looks for her, his child, that anyone began to look for her. We looked for many years, it is told, but I think that everyone a.s.sumed, like they did in the other realm, that she had not survived. And now...we have not...no one is telling Lord Halmar anything for fear of Temptress." Hawk could understand that. He'd seen her rage at just having a child. "We can go to him, to the G.o.d, but it will cost you."

"Whatever it takes." Yve nodded and smiled at him. "I'm guessing you think I should have asked what it would cost. But to be honest with you, I'd pay with my life if that is what it would take to save her. She needs to...I want her to be happy. She's not. And I don't think she has been for a very long time."

"It is doubtful, my lord, that he would ask you to surrender your life, but Temptress may. And it is doubtful that she would bother to ask." He nodded. "I shall have the other faeries watch over her. They will abide by the same rules that they do at the other houses, correct?"

"Yes, please." Hawk had no idea what those rules might be, but if the rest of the pride was okay with them, then he could be as well. "I'm not sure how this works. I know that the two that have been here for several days...I'm a.s.suming that they'll be the ones in charge, so to speak."

"Yes, my lord, Nelena and Serane will keep the others in line. If they need help, I'll come to help them, but I doubt they will." He nodded. "They will rule the house to a point. The other faeries will come to them with questions, and they will...Margo and Deacon will keep them in line. As fellow shifters, they will know what you require."

"Yes. They'll know everything." Hawk looked at the closed door that Awnia had been carried out of. "I'm in love with her. I never thought it would happen, but now that she's in my life, I can't think how I managed all this time without her."

"As it should be." He turned and looked at Yve when she said his name. "If Halmar is able to free her, you will no longer be able to live in this realm, my lord. She is a great queen, and will need to be with her kind."

"She'll do what she wants. I'll be at her side for anything she needs of me." Yve nodded, but looked as if she might say more. "Please contact her father for me. Tell him that I can't protect her on my own. Not with the odds I've seen."

"I will, my lord."

As soon as she left him, Hawk looked at his friend, Big Will. He had not aged a second, it seemed, in the five or so years since he'd seen him last.

"I will stay as well. There are things about that I can do?" Hawk nodded. "And Margo will not mind feeding me?"

She hit him in the back of the head and told him to behave. Few would have done such a thing to him and gotten away with it. But Margo had sort of adopted the man when he'd been on a visit with him years and years ago. Their relationship was one formed of a deep mutual love and understanding that few, himself included, would or could understand.

"I have already got your room ready for you. Things that I know you like are there as well." He thanked her. When Big Will and he had set up a schedule for each of them to take turns watching the perimeter, Hawk went to find Awnia.

She was lying on the bed, covered by a light blanket, when he entered the room. There were faeries in the room-the ceiling was covered in them-but as soon as he sat on the bed, all but two left.

"I wish to be alone with her."

Nodding, they too left, but he knew that they'd be close. Lying down next to her, he was pleased when Awnia wrapped her body around his and held him. Hawk was exhausted from all this emotional upheaval and stress and closed his eyes. He knew that he had to keep alert, but right now all he could think of was that she was in trouble. Just as he was about to let himself drift off, a ghost of considerable age, his friend, came to him in his ghostly form.

"I have eyes on Vega. You'll be happy to know that he's in a bit of a bind himself." Hawk asked him in what way. "The mark on his face makes it difficult for him to go unnoticed. Did you do that? Matters little, he is marked by someone. And even to go into the smallest of stores, someone stares. I will keep tabs on him for you and the girl. She is very lovely, by the way."

"She is." Hawk asked him if he needed anything else, anything at all. Mandel told him that he had it under control and would speak to him as Vega moved. "Thank you."

As the being, a ghost he'd rescued from a car a long time ago, disappeared, Hawk relaxed. Mandel was a young man full of himself and what he thought he could do as a ghost. Many times in all the years he'd been hanging around Hawk, he'd told him a great many things he'd done, none of which were true. But his heart was in the right place and Hawk thought him a good kid. And he knew as surely as he lay there that he would do as he'd said he would. If Vega so much as caught a cold, Mandel would tell Hawk immediately.

Chapter 6.

Halmar moved among the humans as a spectrum. He could not come to this place as a real being for fear of Temptress finding out. If she found him here, she'd know that his daughter was close and may be able to harm the child before he could save her.

To be honest, he didn't care overly much for humans enough to want to spend too much time with them, but he knew from others that Awnia might be here. And right now, he'd do just about anything to find her, even hang with the nasty mortals. But his child was here, his little Awnia, and he needed to see her.

For the most part, they were loud and had opinions of themselves that far outreached what they really were. They had an odor about them...something akin to old meat that had been lying in the sun too long. Although it had been some decades since he'd been here, these people still had an odor about them, but it was not nearly as bad.

Two days ago, a faerie had come to see him. In his mood-well, his current mood too, if he was honest with himself-he'd had her sent away. No one had bothered to get her name or where she was from. Had it not been for the fact that this faerie had smelled of human and dragon, he might not have been able to find out just which realm she'd been from.

As a small brownie made his way to him, Halmar stepped back into an alley and waited.

"We have word of five dragons in this realm, my worship. One is very old and has had no contact with a human for many years." Halmar told him that wasn't who he wanted. "There are two pairs of them. One pair is a common enough type, but their blood is so weak with their former self that it is doubtful that they know who they are. We have reason to believe that they have never shifted in their life, but that they are together shows that there is just enough magic within them to bring them together. And they have no children."

"You mean they don't know that they're dragon?" The brownie nodded, his face looking pleased that Halmar would understand such a thing. "That is very sad. To be something so amazing and to not know it. Sad indeed. And the other pair? What of them?"

"The male is a great dragon, a blue one. Rare even by our standards, my lord." Halmar had two dragons of his own, but neither were blue. "The other, my lord, is a golden one. And sir, she is breeding."

Halmar felt his shock. A golden dragon? They had been gone for so long that he'd not seen...well, he couldn't remember when he'd last seen one. He asked where they were, thinking that a blue and golden dragon would surely have a faerie, such as the one that had been to see him.

"Not ten miles from here, my lord. The female is breeding, as I said, so they are to the skies more than they are not. You know how the female can be during such a time. But, my lord, you will need to know that they are members of a strong pride. And this pride is well known to all of us here on this earth. The leader is a man of great worth." Halmar tried to think what a pride was, and then it occurred to him.

"A pride is not a group of dragons, brownie. They are called a cemetery. A pride is how one would refer to a group of cats." The brownie nodded. "I don't understand you. Are you saying that they now call themselves a pride?"

"Oh no, my lord, they are the two of them and they are...this pair belongs to a pride, a pride of cats. Lions to be exact. The male that runs it is a good man, as I have said. His pride has a great many shifters. His mate is reputed to be one of kindness and goodness, but also fierce and protective." This was getting stranger and stranger all the time. Then the brownie spoke again. "The pride is not like any other. There is a wolf, a bear, and a vampire as well. The man that we seek, the dragon, is there with a shifter. And not just a shifter, my lord, but an elite one. One that is said to talk to the dead."

Strange indeed. He knew that there were bands of this kind of shifters. They would be lonely and seek out others of their ilk, whether it be like themselves or simply others for a time. But to stay together, to live together, as this brownie was implying, was odd indeed.

"I shall talk to him, this shifter. He will be my way to the pride. I have...he and I will have much in common, and I will talk to him tonight about the dragon and his faerie." The brownie nodded and left him with the man's name. It would be all he needed to speak to the man through his magic.

Halmar needed to be home to speak to the shifter, and willed himself to his home and his room. As soon as he was in his chamber, he reached out for the shifter. He was surprised to find the man at rest, and his opinion of him lowered somewhat. To be a slob during this time of day was not something that Halmar tolerated well.

You will speak to me. Halmar had a thought that he should be gentler when talking with the man, but he was in a hurry. He could only keep Temptress in the pit for so long before she got out. The subjects were more loyal to him, of course, but they were terrified of her. Wake up and speak to me.

The man let him into his mind, but only so far. That impressed Halmar, but he didn't let the man know. To be able to keep him from his thoughts, the man was strong indeed.

Who the h.e.l.l are you and what the f.u.c.k do you want? If you belong to the table downstairs, I'm not in the mood at the moment to talk to you. Can you not see that there are other things going on that-?

I wish you to shut up and listen to me. You know a dragon. I would like to know if he has a faerie with him of great strength. There was no answer but for the man to search his mind. Halmar felt his gentle search and let the man, like he had done, go only so far. But when he pushed past the first barrier he'd put up, Halmar had to work hard to put up another, then another. You will stop this now.

You're a G.o.d. Halmar, if I'm not mistaken. Halmar was taken aback by the humor in the man's voice. Yve works faster than I thought. What is it you can help me with? I'm working on a plan to keep her safe now, and- Me help you? I'm here for you to help me. I wish to speak to this dragon. He is a blue one and his mate golden. There was a faerie to see me, but I sent her away before I could- Don't you care about your daughter? Awnia? Halmar willed his mind to look deeply into the man's. And when he saw her, his little Awnia, his spectral image dropped to his knees beside their bed. The man only watched him, for which Halmar was very grateful.

It is her. The man moved off the bed but stood beside it. She is really here? Alive? May I speak to her?

No, I don't think that's a good idea. I have a feeling...and this is just a feeling on my part, but I would bet there are people watching you. The man stood between him and his child, and Halmar stood up. Let's take this to the living room so she can rest. She's had a really hard few days.

Halmar looked at her. She did look unwell. Not sick, because she couldn't become ill...at least he didn't think so. But she did look tired. He looked at the man who still stood there.

I didn't know she lived. They told me...that b.i.t.c.h told me that she was dead.

The man nodded and then nodded to the door. Halmar started to point out to the man that he was no more there than the man was in the castle with him, but moved to the door. When it was opened, he stood in the hallway as if he were there and waited on the man until he exited. "I should explain to you what I am doing here."

"If the b.i.t.c.h, as you called her, is moving to come here, then I get it. I want to protect Awnia as much as you do, if not more. But I'm only a shifter, and that...well, as she's my mate, it's my duty to seek help-"

"Mate?" The man nodded. "She knows. The lying c.u.n.t knows then. She said that. When I went to see what was going on with her, she said, 'then you know of him,' or something like that." They were at the bottom of the stairs now and moved into a large airy room. Halmar thought he could enjoy this room, and pretended to move to stand near the empty grate. The man laughed as he sat down.

"I guess you're not really here. Are you?" The man was very smart, very smart indeed. Halmar told him he wasn't. "So you not being here, it's not going to help us overly much. I was hoping somehow that you'd have something...I have no idea what I thought, but I a.s.sumed that you could be of some help. She's very afraid, and we're not really sure how to keep her safe against a G.o.ddess. And she will come here, won't she?"

"Yes. If I don't miss my bet, she's more than likely making plans to come here now. I would say that...I would say that she's an evil b.i.t.c.h that will do her d.a.m.nedest to harm you both and to take Awnia away from you. And me. But I won't let her do that. I can't let her do that. I will help you as much as you need me." Halmar looked at the man, then at the ceiling above them. "I cannot believe that she's here with you. Safe. And you're her mate, you say?"

"Yes. She keeps telling me that I'm not, but I a.s.sure you that I am." Halmar frowned, but the man continued before he could ask him why she thought that. "She's worried that, as you've said, her mother will kill us both. Awnia said that she threatened her with that just before she was taken ill."

"That does sound like...I'm very sorry. I'm Halmar. I don't think I got your name." He told him. "Hawk, what a strong name. And this is your animal to call, this hawk? And I heard that you speak with the dead."

"Not just the human dead, but anyone. I speak with all sorts of things. Whenever anyone needs me, I can talk to them. Sometimes it takes a little on my part to get them to open up, but we get there eventually." He stood up and walked to a little book. "This has the spirit of the woman who wrote in it every day. She pa.s.sed some years later, alone and lonely. I talk to her sometimes. She gives me a glimpse into the past like no one else can." He picked up another item after laying the book aside. "But this is a knife that called to me. Not the person who used it, but the knife itself. He was also lonely, he said, and only wanted someone to talk to him. There are times when his tales are too much for me to listen to, but I do. For him."

"We have a word for what you can do. Kiarain. It means people of the soul. Not necessarily of a person, but of anything. We believe that everything is alive." Hawk nodded. "It's a gift that few have, and fewer still will use. I'm very impressed with you, young Hawk. But something does bother me. You said that my Awnia said you are not her mate. Why does she say this, do you know?"

"I think it's more of fear." Halmar nodded but said nothing else. There had to be a reason for her to not have given him what he needed. And until he talked with her, Halmar wasn't going to mention their bonding process. "This curse that Temptress put on her. Can you tell me why a woman would do that to her own daughter? Awnia has shown me parts of her life with her...I really hate to call her mother, but I suppose that's what she is to her. But to do this to your own child? How is that...why?"

"I wish I knew. I know that she is a horrible person. I wish...was it not for the fact that I do have my daughter, I would say that I wish I had never met Temptress. I was duped from the very beginning. Not that I wasn't warned, but I still messed up terribly. To think...there were so many young lives taken by her. She killed them, you know? All the children that we could have raised together. Small, innocent lives that she cut so short without a single shred of mercy or compa.s.sion." Hawk nodded. "You know about this? Awnia, she told you? You know how Temptress did this monstrous act?"

"She tossed them out of a hole in her room. They were still...the two that I saw were still covered in their birth."

Though he wasn't there in the room with him, Halmar reached for the chair. His hand pa.s.sed through it, and he had to stagger back to his own bed in his own room. He could hear Hawk shouting for him, but he could no longer move. This was worse than he'd ever thought it was. Far worse.

"I am...I'm not fine, but I'm...I don't know what I am." Hawk walked in front of him but didn't say anything. "I never knew. I didn't even know there were other children born alive but my Awnia. And to think that she murdered them without.... She gave herself away that day by a small slip of the tongue or I might not have ever known. I thought they might have been taken away. But to have tossed them so far." Halmar looked around his room, not the one that the man still resided in. Of all the things he'd collected over his life, none of it held any value for him like his daughter did. He did have the things he treasured most, and that was the wall to his daughter. He'd put it there so that he could see it the first thing when he woke and the last thing when he closed his eyes at night.

He told Hawk that he'd get back to him. That he must think. But what he really needed was to grieve. Grieve for all the untold children that Temptress had killed. All his children, all of them that had been so heartlessly thrown away. Lying back on the bed after severing the connection, he wanted to curl into himself and die too. But he knew that Awnia needed him more than ever now.

Vega watched the scene in front of him. It held his interest but not very well. He loved p.o.r.n. What man who was honest didn't? But his d.i.c.k, his toy, had lost its ability to get hard long ago. Reaching down, he stroked the soft member and it didn't even stir. Looking up at the window in front of him again, he stared at the man as he tied the woman to the wall.

"What are they doing?" The woman in the room startled him, and her nudity had him looking at his locked door. "I have been watching them for a while, and I cannot figure out why she does not take her own pleasure. I would have several times by now."

"She's not allowed. It's the way they...who the h.e.l.l are you?" She didn't turn from looking at the couple. The man there was eating the woman's p.u.s.s.y, and Vega watched as his woman slid her fingers to her own. "What do you think you're doing here?"

"I've come to talk to you. My name is Rysdan. Can you do that to me? Eat me?" She turned then, and he got a look at her entire body. Vega swallowed hard twice as he took in the vision before him. "Eat me. Then we can talk. But watching them has gotten me h.o.r.n.y, and it's been a while since I've been f.u.c.ked."

He was down on his knees in front of her before he could think. When she pressed his head to her p.u.s.s.y, Vega moaned at her scent. Then he took his first taste of her, and he knew that he had to have it all. Lapping at her c.l.i.t over and over, he drank greedily at her. He held her as still as he could. It was hard to suckle at her because of how vigorously she was riding his mouth, but he knew that when she came, he was going to have a feast he'd not enjoyed for a very long time.

"More." He looked up at her, never taking his mouth from her. "More. I need more from you. Give it to me. Make me come over and over."

Vega slid his fingers into her p.u.s.s.y and with his other hand he punched through the tight barrier of her a.s.s. Her scream when she came had him eating at her faster, actually chewing on her lips as she flooded his mouth with her cream. Vega tried his best not to miss a drop of the nectar she gave him, but Christ, she was dripping down her legs she was so wet.

"That, I need that." She had stepped back from him, and he reached for her again. Instead of letting him eat her, she turned his head to the window again. "Let me do that. Your c.o.c.k is what I need now. Give it to me. I'll give you a gift if you give me what I want."

At some point the couple in the bedroom had changed. The bound woman was now loose, but the man was tied down, and his thick c.o.c.k was straining from his body while she bobbed up and down on him with her mouth. But before he could tell Rysdan that he wasn't able to help her with that, the woman made her way up the man's body again. When she took his c.o.c.k into her p.u.s.s.y, she cried out loudly. So loudly that it was audible to them on the other side of the window. And this time she was riding the inert man as hard as she could.

"Lie down." He looked at the couple, then at her. "Lie down. I need you to let me do that to you. I know it's called riding-we do it when my friend is around, but I think with you, it will be much better. Please, lie down for me."

"I can't. I'm not able to perform." She looked down at him and so did he. "I can no longer get stiff enough to f.u.c.k you, much less you ride me. Too much magic, I guess."

It was a joke. A poor one, but a joke. When she bent at the waist and wrapped her hand around him, Vega nearly came up off the floor. His c.o.c.k thickened in her hand. It had been so long since he'd been hard, he watched in fascination as his c.o.c.k not only lengthened and hardened, but seemed to be much bigger than he'd ever been before.

"Christ, what did you do?" He nearly came when she tightened her hand around him to the point of pain. As he stood up, with her still squeezing him, he fell back against the bed that was suddenly in the room with them. Vega reached down and wrapped his hand around himself, loving the heat of his c.o.c.k, the way it seemed to beg to be inside of the beautiful woman. And Christ, he really wanted to be inside of her.

"I will take you into me now. Then I will ride you hard." He nodded as she slid up his body. Vega was so excited to be having s.e.x again, he didn't care what she did to him. But the moment she rolled her hips over him, taking his c.o.c.k into her hot wet sheath, he grabbed her hips to hang on. His b.a.l.l.s curled up against his body, and he felt them fill.

Her ride was erratic. Finally, when she seemed to be frustrated, he pulled her hips slowly back and forth until she began to get a rhythm. Sitting up, he took her nipple into his mouth and nibbled on it gently. Then he bit her hard enough to have her cry out. But her p.u.s.s.y tightened around him, giving him the idea that she was enjoying it. As soon as she held him to her breast, begging him to bite her again, Vega pressed his fingers, three of them this time, into her a.s.s and rolled her to her back.

"I have a friend that likes to eat me. She eats my p.u.s.s.y all the time while I eat hers. Would you like that? To eat two p.u.s.s.ies at one time?" Vega looked at her face to see if she was kidding him as he f.u.c.ked her harder. "We eat each other every night before we sleep."

"Yes, I'd like to see that." He thought about watching two women f.u.c.king each other, and he started hitting her as hard as he could, moving her body up the bed until they were at the headboard with their heads banging it.

It was a fantasy of Vega's to see two women having s.e.x. When the bed shifted behind him, Vega turned to see another naked woman on the bed with them. This one was dark where Rysdan was light. Her long hair hung down her back in a tight braid, and all Vega wanted to do was f.u.c.k her a.s.s while he held her hair tightly in his hand. As he was laid back, all he could think of was two women, and he was f.u.c.king hard as stone.

The second woman crawled over him. Her p.u.s.s.y was at his mouth when she leaned over his body to Rysdan's p.u.s.s.y. Vega pulled her to his mouth and began eating her shaved p.u.s.s.y as she ate at Rysdan's. Christ, he nearly came when she started to ride his mouth. His c.o.c.k was buried deeply in Rysdan's again while he ate hungrily at the other woman. Vega was in p.u.s.s.y heaven.

When Rysdan cried out that she was coming, the woman at his mouth rode him harder. As she flooded his mouth with her juices as she, too, came, Vega had a thought that he should be coming as well. But the woman at his mouth moved then, and he watched as the two of them licked his c.o.c.k clean of juices as they played with each other's p.u.s.s.ies. His c.o.c.k leaked more and more as they each took turns sucking him, and he needed to come. He hurt with the need to release.

"I need to come. In one of you or a mouth, but I need to come or I'm going to hurt." Rysdan looked up at him as she kissed the other woman and fisted his c.o.c.k. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough for him to release. "Please. I ache to come. Help me."

As they moved over his body again, both their mouths seemed to be all over his c.o.c.k. p.u.s.s.ies were in his mouth over and over as they took turns riding his mouth and tongue. Even his b.a.l.l.s were being suckled as his body seemed to tense up for release. As soon as one of them gave his nuts a hard twist, Vega erupted. His c.u.m shot so hard from his c.o.c.k that it splashed him in the face. And they were right there licking him clean again and sucking him dry.

He couldn't move. Vega lay there, his heart still pounding and his breathing painfully harsh as it expelled from his lungs. But the women weren't finished with him. Nor was his c.o.c.k, it seemed, ready to quit either. He was hard still, and painfully so. He wanted to stand up and jerk off, fist his c.o.c.k over and over until he was empty of the pent-up o.r.g.a.s.ms that he'd held for so long. But they tossed him back to the bed, and while he ate Rysdan's p.u.s.s.y this time, the other woman rode his c.o.c.k like a true cowgirl.