MONTHS LATER . . .
Namoriee groaned, covering her face with her hands.
“How many times do I need to tell you?” She sat up, glaring at her best friend. “I don’t want to know about you and your husband’s sex life! It’s already traumatizing enough that I walked in on you two last night—again!”
Leawyn exploded into a round of high-pitched cackles, somehow managing not to wake her sleeping sons, who seemed to have not inherited their father’s light sleeping habit.
“I’m telling you! It’s not nearly as horrible as you think it is. Sure, Xavier had to train me to the idea of it, but now I look forward to having him take me there as much as I do anywhere else.”
“Leawyn!” Namoriee shouted, horrified. Her friend managed to duck beneath the piece of fruit Namoriee chucked at her, which caused her to just cackle louder, evil witch that she was.
“Fine, fine,” Leawyn said, raising her hands in surrender. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you. You don’t know what you’re missing.”
Namoriee made a noncommittal humming sound, but she was internally smirking. Because, contrary to what Leawyn believed, she knew exactly what she wasn’t missing, because Tyronian had already taken another first the night they “made up.”
She shivered, remembering the way his tongue had felt when he licked her forbidden opening, getting it nice and wet and ready for his cock. It had hurt, a lot. It was as equally foreign as it was painful. But he had taken it slow, pushing inch by inch into her puckered hole until he was resting entirely inside of her.
The feeling was indescribable, and it made Namoriee burn hot with shame for enjoying the act as much as she did. But she did. She loved it when her husband took all her holes, and she couldn’t wait for him to steal any of the other firsts he decided were worthy of him.
Speaking of her husband . . .
“When do you think they’ll be back?” she asked Leawyn.
“Should be any time now. Xavier told me that there was no delay, and that the negotiations were now finalized.”
Tyronian had decided not to remain chief of the Siraces after all, and instead had returned to the Izayges. He was worried about how his sister-tribe would take his news, but they hadn’t reacted as badly as he thought they would. The only matter of debate was of who would take his place, to which they decided to appoint by popular vote within the tribe.
She shouldn’t have been surprised that Torrick was chosen, but she was. Something that he refused to let her live down.
Torrick and Tyronian had buried their differences, and Namoriee learned that the reason why they didn’t get along was from a conversation they’d had years ago, when Torrick accused Tyronian of beating her, not knowing it was really Cantos. She was also surprised to learn that another factor was because Torrick felt Tyronian’s heart wasn’t with the Siraces’ best interest when he was expected to be chief.
He was right, of course, which was another thing he didn’t let Tyronian live down.
The deal was that Torrick would be chief until they had children.
All in all, Namoriee was happy. She got to stay in the tribe she grew up in, surrounded by her friends and the man she loved without the worry of a certain someone trying to sabotage their happiness.
After Namoriee made amends with Tyronian, she told him, in detail, about the conversation she had with Samanthia. It turned out that the reason Kisias fell ill so suddenly and passed away just as fast was because Samanthia had poisoned him. In her deranged mind, she thought that they would be together if she cleared the way for Tyronian to be chief. Something she finally admitted to during her trail.
Xavier decided that it would be best for the Siraces to deal her punishment, as her grievance was stemmed towards them.
She didn’t ask Tyronian what happened to her, but she would guess that the woman did not live to see another sunrise.
Someone was kissing her—and it wasn’t on her lips.
Her eyes flew open, her mouth dropping in a silent scream when Tyronian licked her straight up to the center of her cleft.
“Oh!” she moaned, fisting his long locks as he moved his tongue up and down her slit, flicking her sensitive point of nerves every so often with just enough pressure to make her crave more. He hummed his encouragement against her, sending delicious vibrations through her.
It wasn’t long before she was clutching his head to her, and she came with a cry. Their movements were rushed when their lips met each other, and she tasted her release on his tongue as they shed out of their clothes until he fell back, pulling her so that she straddled him, her hips moving desperately against him.
“I missed you,” she gasped against his lips as she impaled herself on him.
“I missed you too. I can’t stand to be without you. But I must admit, if this is the type of attention I get upon my return, I might have to leave more often.” He slapped her ass playfully and grinned cheekily at her.
“You start to leave me on purpose, and I’ll break my promise and start to take care of myself.”
Ever since he caught her touching herself, he had forbidden her from doing it unless he was there to watch, which he had done many times. Yet he could only manage to watch her for a short while before he lost control and took over.
“Don’t you dare,” he growled at her, leaning up to bite her lip.
“Did you hear that Tristan’s back?” he managed to ask her before he groaned, his neck arching back when she slammed her hips down, grinding against him so that she touched that special spot she knew drove him crazy.
“He is?”
“Yup, and he’s not alone. He brought a woman with him, tied up like she was his prisoner. He’s keeping her in his hut. I’ve never seen Leawyn so furious.”
“That’s horrible!” She shuddered when he reached between them, flicking her clitoris with his thumb.
“Not that this conversation isn’t stimulating,” she gasped, “but do you think we can save the talking until after?”
His hand clasped against her hip, and a moment later their positions were reversed. He pulled back and flipped her over so that she was flat on her stomach. She shivered when she heard him spit onto his palm, knowing that he was rubbing his saliva on the tip of his cock. He spread her cheeks apart, and she moaned when the slippery, broad head started to press into her tight anus.
“You dirty girl,” he rasped, dragging his teeth down her neck.
“Only for you.”
He chuckled, and her back zinged with pleasure/pain when he bottomed out, completely inside of her. It didn’t take much longer after that, the new form of lovemaking causing their reactions to pleasure to be more intense. His thrusts were bordering on rough, and she could only bury her face into the sheets, quieting her screams as he jackknifed inside of her. He came within her as she was still coming down from her own powerful climax.
He pulled out and collapsed beside her, gathering her in his arms and holding her close.
“You know, if you’re wanting me to be with child, you’re going to have to start coming in the other hole,” she teased.
“We have time. Besides,” he added wryly. “I don’t know if I can deal with Xillik, the twins, and our son. That’s terrifying just to think about.”
Namoriee propped herself on one elbow, looking at him with a haughty look. “How do you know it will be a son? What if it’s a girl?”
Tyronian groaned, pulling her so that she rested half on top of him. He shuddered in horror.
“We can’t have a girl, my sweet. I’d end up killing someone. We’re boys.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works,” she laughed.
“Let’s not talk about this. I have something else I’d much rather talk about.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked, smiling. “Like what?”
He pulled the sheet off her, rolling on top of her again.
“Like how soon we can have reunion sex again. It’s quickly becoming my favorite.”
“I thought make-up sex was your favorite?”
“Any kind of sex with you is my favorite.”
He started to trail kisses down her body, and he soon found out that it didn’t take long at all.
Lucky for him.
Or was it, lucky for her?
THE END
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