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I turned my head and touched my lips to Carver's. He tasted coppery, my own
blood on his lips, but the tiger in me roared to the surface and I thrust my tongue into
his mouth, kissing him hard. Echoing the same movement, George pushed deep inside
me, angling his hips a little, then withdrew to leave just the tip inside me.
"You're so wet, he gasped.  And so hot."
"That's because she's real, Carver muttered, and George flushed a bright red. I
caught his face with my hand and brought it down to kiss his mouth. Carver's cheek
was pressed against mine, rough stubble abrading me as I explored George's
surprisingly soft mouth with my tongue. With one hand I reached down to cup his
buttocks as he thrust and withdrew, his movements fast and frantic.
Beneath me, Carver's cock was swollen hard, pressing against my back. I left
George's mouth and returned to Carver's, realizing as I did that the wound on my neck
hardly hurt at all. A brush of my fingers told me it had already stopped bleeding, as
had the dozens of tears where the necklace had been ripped away from me.
With one hand on George's ass and one on Carver's face, I kissed the man who
had saved my life and healed my wounds. I licked every coppery trace of blood from
his rough lips and hot mouth, then I carried on kissing him because I damn well liked it.
He had his hand on my hip, feeling me move as George rammed faster and faster into
me, his own cock pressing harder into my back all the time.
And I wanted more.
I yanked my face away from Carver's, focusing on George and gasping,  Stop.
Stop, George!"
He faltered, looking uneasy.
"I want to turn over, I explained.  Then you can get back inside me."
He looked confused, but pulled out and helped me straddle Carver, pressing my
wet, swollen folds against the hard ridge of his cock. I rubbed myself there a little bit,
enjoying the heat and the slide, coating him in my copious juices. Then I leaned
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forward, pressing my breasts against his chest and feeling the crisp hairs there tickle my
exquisitely sensitized nipples.
Carver moved to enter me, but I whispered,  Not yet, and glanced back at
George, who knelt there with his cock fisted tightly in one hand.  Finish what you
started, I purred, and he leapt back toward me so eagerly that he tripped and bumped
into me, nearly pushing his cock inside my ass.
The press of his hot, wet penis against that entrance, one I'd never even thought
of suggesting for myself, sent a thrill of anticipation through me, but evidently it wasn't
what George had in mind. He quickly righted himself and thudded home inside me,
filling me up with his eager cock.
I returned my mouth to Carver's, marveling in the simple pleasure of long, deep
kisses. Well, I suppose it wasn't such a simple pleasure, what with another man
thrusting away behind me, fondling my breasts and gasping that he was nearly there.
But it was good, all the same.
I angled myself to press my clit against Carver's throbbing cock, and he moaned
low in his throat. I smiled against his mouth, and smiled even wider when the
movement of George's hips sent me rubbing against Carver's hard flesh.
Pretty soon I was gasping, the hot pleasure winding higher and higher inside me
until I was gripping Carver's shoulders and burying my face in his neck as I frantically
writhed toward my orgasm. And when it came, crashing over me with massive force, I
cried out, my whole body shaking.
Dimly, I was aware of George throbbing out his release inside me, but only really
realized it had happened when he collapsed against my back, and I felt his come
trickling out of me.
I lifted my head, and met Carver's eyes. They were still yellow, slitted and feral,
and the heat inside me flared back up to life again.
"I want you now, I said, and laughed at the frantic speed with which he
dispatched George and slid his own thick cock inside me.
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I whimpered. Carver was bigger than George in all respects. He was taller, his
shoulders were broader, and by God his cock was bigger. I moaned as he filled me right
up, his balls hot against my dripping wet folds. He kissed me once, hot and hard, then
pressed his hand against my shoulder and said,  Sit up, my lady. Let me see you."
"I'm not your lady, I said, staying where I was.  Not like this."
His eyes gleamed.  Then sit up, Nalina, he said, caressing my shoulder with his
one good hand. The other lay at his side, motionless, and a pang shot through me.
I sat up, slowly, arching my back as I did and reveling in the press of Carver's
cock inside me as I moved on him. Somewhere off to my right, George groaned, and I
glanced over to see him kneeling there, fingers once more wrapped around his dick,
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