7
Juliet
I barely remembered the rest of the night. The warriors worked over me, wrung me out with as much pleasure as they’d given me pain. Climax after climax crashed over me. I came so many times, I teetered on the edge of pain again, and begged them to stop.
“One more,” Fenrir insisted. Jarl held me down and I screamed myself hoarse and Fenrir pulled another round of pleasure from my cunny with his lips and tongue. My orgasm swelled over me, a giant wave rising and rising until it was too large to hold back. It broke over me and I lost my grip on myself. I felt nothing, saw nothing, knew nothing but oblivion.
I barely roused when they washed me clean with a cloth dipped in heated water. I caught only a few glimpses of my reddened skin before my eyelids were too heavy to prop open.
