Moon Shimmers(44)

“And she ate half of it. No wonder she has a stomachache.” Hanna went back to the hash browns. “Hurry up with that shower or your breakfast will get cold.”

“Yes’m.” I grabbed Morio’s hand and we headed upstairs, tiptoeing into my bedroom to avoid waking Trillian. If he and the other men had been fending off goblins in the middle of the night, they deserved to sleep as much as possible.

Morio and I snuck into the shower without waking him up. As the hot water began to trail down my body, I slumped against the wall, luxuriating in the sensuous feel of the bath gel that Morio was lathering on my back. He slid his arms around my waist, reaching down with the washcloth.

“Spread your legs,” he whispered.

I inched my legs apart. Morio slowly drew the cloth between them, lathering me with soap. He tossed the cloth to the side and then, inching down with his fingers, began circling my clit. I moaned, leaning back against him.

“Squeeze your breasts,” he said.

I reached up, sliding my hands along the soap on my stomach, then rubbed my breasts, squeezing them together. I ran my hands over my nipples, pinching them and gasping as Morio chose that moment to increase his speed.

“Oh, fuck me.” I raised one leg onto the side of the tub, balancing against the shower stall with my hand as the water streamed over us. Morio adjusted his stance, shoving his cock deep inside me from behind, penetrating me with his length and girth. I swiveled, a purr of delight catching in my throat as he slowly began to thrust, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist to keep his balance. Letting go of my breast, I brought my left hand down to stroke myself, my breath coming in ragged pants as he drove into me harder.

“Harder. I need it harder.”

“On your hands and knees, woman.” His throaty growl sent prickles up my spine and he pulled away. I immediately went down on my hands and knees, the shower spray beating down on my back. Morio was right behind me, on his knees as well, and he found my slit again, driving himself in so hard that I lurched forward. He caught hold of my waist.

I leaned my head back, letting the water splash into my face as he rode me. The feel of him inside me pushed me on and I suppressed a cry, trying not to wake Trillian. But apparently we already had, because the door opened and there he was, naked, his jet skin gleaming like polished obsidian. He was erect, with a spark in his eye.

“Room for one more?”

“There’s always room,” I choked out.

Morio waved him in. “The water’s fine.”

Trillian stepped into the shower in front of me, cautiously kneeling in the midst of the water and soap that was swirling in the bottom of the big tub. He was lined up at eye level for me, and I eagerly opened my mouth for him, taking him in, tonguing him as I drew his cock deeper into my mouth. I licked his length, tickling the ridge on the back of his shaft with my tongue, drawing my teeth along his cock with just enough pressure to make him moan.

Morio let out a hoarse laugh. “Our wife gives good head, doesn’t she?”

Trillian fisted my hair, holding my head firmly as he plunged his cock in and out. I formed a tight suction around his length with my lips, gripping him with my mouth. “Oh she does, yes. That’s it, babe. Take me in. Swallow me down.”

Morio began thrusting again, deeper and harder, and with his left hand, he reached between my legs to finger me. Dizzy with the energy of the Hunt, swaying with the rising passion, I let out a muffled cry as I suddenly came, the orgasm hitting me so hard that I spiraled up and out of my body, then back again, reeling as the waves of climax rippled through me. Morio pounded me hard and furious, then let out a long howl as he came, holding me tight, so deep he couldn’t push any further. At that moment, Trillian came, his cock pumping as he filled my mouth. I swallowed his cum, and then licked his cock clean as the shower continued to rain down on us, and the energy of the Hunt spent itself in the wash of our sexual glow.





BY THE TIME we were lathered up again, then dressed and headed down to breakfast, I was sore and tired. I felt like I’d not only run a marathon, but like my pussy had run a marathon, too. And my knees were aching from the hard tile of the shower floor. But I felt complete and the energy of the night had settled enough for me to think.

Hanna looked up as we entered the kitchen. “I kept everything warm for you.” She didn’t mention anything else, but a glint twinkled in her eye.

Delilah looked like she had recovered a little. “Oh man, that was one hell of a party I had myself last night.”

Shade, who was sitting at the table, eating, laughed. “Yeah, and I have the pictures to prove it.”