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→But Diana had seen it too. He wasn’t in pain, not if the bobbing of his erection was any indication. Before their astounded eyes, the cock that had taken them both to countless climaxes burst forth his seed as the female again let the whip go.

→She drew back and expertly hit him with the whip; at least six feet of supple white leather hissed through the air to cut at his back. He jerked, his head thrown back, but he made no move to escape her. Nor did the whip rip his skin as it should.

→A female voice screamed in rage. On the other end of the whip was a woman, or at least a female version of whatever the beast was. Like him, her skin was satin black and her hair shining white, but her ears were not pointed. She wore very little -- a long loincloth draped loosely over her hips, and little slippers. And she was very pregnant.

→The beast didn’t seem to notice, frozen with a look of agony on his face.

→Diana’s mind was suddenly clear, and she scrambled away from the bed. Gala, her face a mask of panic, tumbled from the mattress. They scrambled to the corner and huddled together, heedless of their nudity.

→Determined, Diana backed away until she could slide in a clumsy heap to the floor. Glancing up, she saw clear red eyes watching her, but he didn’t even break stride. Not even as Gala was clearly biting his neck. Hard.

→Without thought, she slid her hand down his back to his buttocks. Her mouth now laving at the hard muscle at the back of his shoulder, she slid her fingers down the crack of his ass until she found his balls. His groan of appreciation hit her somewhere below her navel, and she continued to fondle him as he pumped into Gala. Growling, Diana repositioned herself so that her legs straddled his hairless calf. The hard muscle there did nicely to rub her aching clit.

→A sudden flip of his head tossed his white locks to the far side of his head, and that wickedly gorgeous face turned to Diana. Reason and rationality left, and she crawled on aching limbs to get close enough to press her lips to his. She didn’t care that he was fucking her friend. She didn’t care that her position brought her close to her friend’s naked body. It didn’t matter. She’d do anything to touch him again.

→What is he? Diana had enough sense to wonder, even as she refused her hand’s urge to reach out and stroke the rippling muscles on his bare back. He was shaped like a human, but she was sure he couldn’t be. Even in her haze, she knew nothing with skin that color, ears that pointed, nor eyes that glowing red was human. Silky, soft white hair fell in glorious waves, curtaining his face from her and nearly hiding Gala, as well. Gala, who desperately clung to his big body as his hips slid that wonderful, monster cock in and out of her.

→Desperately, she dragged a hand over her eyes, trying to pull herself from her daze. Moans reached her ears. When she could focus, it still took her precious moments of staring to decide on what she was seeing.

→Then as he withdrew, she realized to her astonishment that she wasn’t sated! Although she was sore from the inside out, her juices continued to flow, her breasts ached, and her empty cunt was still pulsing.

→Her legs threatened to cramp, but still she forced them to slam her hips back against his. The pleasure was torture, but her body wouldn’t allow her to stop. With a scream, she came again. Her entire body imploded, so tense her muscles shook. She collapsed to her belly, panting in an effort to get air into her lungs. For precious moments, that was all she could do, all she could think of.

→Obsidian hands anchored Diana to the bed as her body continued to writhe. She groaned, unable to vocalize the explosive ramp to her orgasm. His cock filled her to bursting, and still she wanted, needed more. On all fours, she clawed at the sheets beneath her, bunching a wad of fine linen into her mouth to staunch her screams as he twisted to a different angle and hit her in a spot she’d never known she had. Sweat covered every inch of her body but failed to cool her. Her wet hair plastered in tendrils to her neck, the sides of her face. One heavy lock fell over her eyes, but it didn’t matter. She couldn’t see. There might be tears in her eyes, but with every other wetness, she could no longer tell.

→But she couldn’t stop. The thumb in her mouth was a small substitute for the organ in Gala’s mouth, but it was curiously just as effective. Diana felt things melt low in her belly. At length, he tugged her forward until he could press her against his side. Her leg bumped Gala’s shoulder, but she couldn’t concentrate on that. Not when his glistening black lips were bending to take hers. His kiss was bliss. Warm as sunshine to a chilled body. Eagerly, she drank from him, sucking his tongue into her mouth before he had a chance to offer it. When he pulled from her, she protested, reaching. Smiling, he backed away. Only distantly did she know her friend stood beside her.

→Had he yet climaxed?