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The Land After Time (Mr. M & Hahvoc Requiem)

His moan sent a shiver down her spine that tightened her inner muscles about his length which just added to her arousal and pleasure. She gasped as her back was pushed against the rock and she cried out softly, startled a bit by how much deeper he could go and how it felt even better this way. His mouth on hers was addicting and she clutched him close, nails in his back and hair to drag him closer as she rocked her hips against it, moaning and gasping at the friction and pleasure. Her heels dug into the small of his back as she clung to him and moved with him as best she could, feeling him thrust just the way she wanted and needed. It was just so good. But still she craved more- as if it wouldn't be enough. Would never be enough. She practically growled as she marked up his back with her nails, wanting him to let go and give her all of him. She didn't know why she needed or wanted it so badly, but she wanted him to fully let go- and be completely hers for a moment. The possessiveness was startling but it added to the passion, the heat, the need. She nipped his bottom lip and tugged harder on his hair, murmuring things she never thought she would say- like "more", "yes", "fuck me harder". A small part of her made the blush apparent on her cheeks, but the rest of her was all animalistic need.

While they were busy getting busy, poor Philip had no idea what they were doing. He could tell his master wasn't getting hurt but his sense only went so far. Since she wasn't in any danger, he went about tidying up the camp and checking the perimeter to make sure none of them would be disturbed. He was such a good assistant.​
 
Her need was infectious... and he hoped not literally. But he found himself thrusting harder, moving them up the slope of the stone, gradually out of the water that dragged at them, sliding her gently as they about devoured each other's lips, necks, shoulders, ears. He hissed at the scratches on his back, and tugged on her earlobe with his teeth until she gasped. And all the time, thrusting, grinding, pushing deeper, harder, faster. He could almost feel himself losing conscious control, as if the animalistic part of his brain was taking over, and all his higher consciousness could do was focus on keeping him from orgasming too quickly. Her responsiveness, her passion and intensity, all of that was pushing him farther than he'd ever been, and it was all he could do to keep from popping off immediately. But he didn't want this to end, he didn't want this to ever stop, as crazy as that seemed, so he kept his own arousal carefully tamped down, as best he could, and let the rest of it flow and drive, until he nearly growled with his thrusts.

Dunny, relaxing in the heat and enjoying the show, didn't know his partner had it in him. He was impressed; he might even have to rethink the inter-partner sexing rule.
 
She was consumed. It was the only thought that pervaded the lust and pleasure. She had never known she could feel this good, this incredible in all her life. She left marks all over his back that would probably leave bruises and maybe a few scars, but she couldn't be sure, it wasn't really on her mind, after all. She felt herself orgasm at least twice from the thrusts and pleasure, bites, scratching- all of it. And each one was more overwhelming than the last. Her back felt like it would break from the way she arched, soaking up all the pleasure he dished out which she returned with the same vigor. She could barely hold on to her sanity, and wanted more of what he gave. More, more, more. Dunny was long forgotten, as well as Philip, everything but Hammond on top of her, inside her, driving her to the brink and back again in delicious waves of pleasure and bits of pain. She never wanted to give it up, never wanted to let it go. Her lips pressed to his ear and moaned his name over and over, knowing her composure had broken so long ago and leaving only a carnal beast in its wake. And yet she couldn't stop until he did, and even then she didn't know if this would be enough to truly satisfy her.​
 
He grunted, thrusting and wincing at the damage her teeth and claws were doing, but he was as consumed as she was, he was given over to the passion of it. He even found her skin between his teeth, nipping as he licked and kissed at the side of her neck.

He rolled over on the rock, bringing her up, and letting her get her legs underneath her. The change in position did not change his passion. He gripped her waist, and moved her up and down, encouraging her to set the pace now, to take some control of her own satisfaction. Plus, he did enjoy seeing a woman in passion moving over him, her breasts sliding against his chest.

Dunny perked his ears up, and gently slipped into the water, floating slowly over toward the two as they coupled passionately.
 
The change in position made her gasp and tremble all over, feeling another wave of orgasm hit that had her practically crying out as she moved above him, setting the pace for her own needs as well as his. She wanted him to finish, feeling the want to fully pleasure him begin to creep into her mind. Her body tingled and burned with pleasure, her mind a fog other than the few stray thoughts that managed to take root. She knew he hadn't climaxed the entire time and she wondered vaguely if that was hurting him. From the way he moved and sounded, he wasn't in that much pain.

Her hands slid into his hair as she used her thighs to give her proper leverage as he helped move her up and down his length, endless moans slipping from her as she tugged his hair back and laved his neck with her lips, tongue, and teeth, leaving small marks behind in her wake. Other marks feathered his shoulders and collarbones before she attacked his lips once more, murmuring for him to come- to reach that ultimate peak of pleasure just for her.​
 
Ham was gritting his teeth, trying to hold back, to extend his pleasure. He didn't want this to stop, he wanted to be over her, under her, enveloped by her, until they both passed out. His eyes were clenched shut tight, and while his lips responded whenever they were kissed or nibbled, his focus was purely physical, and any higher functions of his brain were entirely enwrapped with trying to keep a lid on his self control, and it was a losing battle. He was so close, so close to giving her what she wanted, what he wanted to give her, so close to expending himself into her, possibly the best orgasm in his entire memory. The animal side of him was begging the rational side to just listen to her and let loose, but he wasn't quite finished with building the pleasure; it wasn't quite mind-blowing enough, as yet, if he could push it higher...

As her hips rose and fell, as she clutched at Hammond and murmured and gasped at him, Raimei didn't notice the approaching cat-man until his feather-light touch stroked her pumping buttocks, curving between them, parting them as she stroked downward, and his long, raspy, wet tongue took a swipe up that crevice, lashing tantalizingly across that sensitive little pucker there. His dextrousness was divine; he stimulated entirely new areas without intruding on the action already occurring. It was like a battle where a whole different front just opened up, but the field was her body and the weapons were jolts of pleasure coursing through her system.
 
She could tell he was getting close, so very close, and she wanted to go to that peak with him again and just shatter into oblivion. But he wasn't there yet, or wouldn't allow himself to get there yet and she was wondering in the vaguest way what he was waiting for. For her, she didn't have any self-control, which was something she wasn't thinking about because of how her character normally was and with the way she felt and moved and just gave into it all, she didn't want to be in such a state of control- she wanted to just feel. And she wanted to share that feeling with Hammond.

She didn't know quite the body control as most women her age might, so she didn't know how to clench her inner muscles around him to tease him or manipulate him into coming, so she didn't bother to try and the thought was wiped from her brain when she felt another pair of hands on her, suffusing her skin with renewed heat that made her gasp and tremble atop Hammond, biting her lip as she felt those same hands part her cheeks and lave her with a long, wet tongue that tugged and slid against her skin in such a way, she felt herself getting shoved towards that peak again, but it was so much bigger than before, so much more overwhelming and overpowering. She hadn't known she was sensitive back there or anything of the sort and she felt herself going towards the precipice of pleasure, her back arching as her nails dug into Hammond's shoulders as she practically sobbed out his name on her final orgasm that robbed her of breath and sight, tensing up her entire body until she was only pleasure and nothing else.​
 
Her convulsing orgasm, her crowning glory of ecstasy, clenched her whole body, even as she continued to move through it, and he couldn't take it, that sudden tightening like a velvet fist around his length, and he moaned her name in return, a desperate, almost pained-sounding gasp as he could feel his orgasm rising, and as she quaked, he finally relaxed, just exploding into her, releasing all his stored-up tension in a hot rush, pouring it into her, reveling in the sensation of it, of them climaxing together, feeding on each other's energy in a way that made it more powerful and satisfying for both of them.

Dunny, realizing he'd been a trigger, was impressed with the reaction, and floated back a bit to observe the both of them quaking in orgasm. He could scent the signals of Ham's release, so he knew they'd probably both have to recover. But the ice was broken, he thought, and she would be more receptive to his advances. And besides, human women tended to recover and be ready to go a lot faster than human men. So he could afford to let her rest a moment.
 
Raimei felt wet warmth fill her up, felt Hammond quake beneath her and moan her name almost painfully, and felt him quiver beneath her. Her pride and ego swelled in that moment, her mind finally starting to come back to her and her feminine side felt accomplished and satisfied that she had made him feel such pleasure. A smirk curved her lips even as she panted for breath, feeling the hands and warmth retreat from her back. She knew then it had been Dunny and she blushed in the slightest at what he had done, but she still felt that tingle of pleasure and knew the blush was mostly from where he had touched and not that he had touched. Letting out a deep, satisfied breath, she stroked Hammond's hair and kissed his cheek and neck a few times, soothing and caring in her way. Her body still shook with small tremors, but her mind was there along with her thoughts and she wanted to just relax and sleep or something.

"Hey there.."

She murmured to him, smiling at him, hair tousled and sticking to her back and arms, the sweat cooling from her body despite the heat from the hot spring. She nuzzled against him, and decided to stay there, not even if he begged her to move. She was comfortable and wanted to stay there for a little while. And her body was cooled, and though she felt stirrings of arousal rising up- they were small flames that she hoped wouldn't start blazing any time soon. She was tired, despite being wired from all the satisfaction.​
 
He panted after his release, and she shuddered and collapsed on top of him, her slight weight almost comforting as her softness, backed by hard muscle, lingered against his flesh. "Hey there..." she said, softly and casually, looking at him so sexy with her wet hair and her pleasantly tired face. He couldn't help but smile back.

"Well, hello." He sighed as she nuzzled against him, getting comfy. He had no objections; the rock was pleasantly warm from the spring, and there was nothing jabbing into him. He could sleep there, all night, with his still-semi-rigid cock pleasantly lodged within her, her body still gripping him comfortingly, like a warm and loving handshake of the groins.

Holy shit, that fuck-show was awesome! I've paid for... no, I've BEEN IN worse than that. Truly a feast for the masturbation! Good thing this water is so full of chemicals!

Ham sighed and stroked Raimei's hair as he listened to the yowling from the middle of the pool. "Dunny is very complimentary," he murmured to her. "Apparently, we impressed him. Well, you did; you were the one with the drive. Is that... any better, by the way?"
 
For a moment, she had briefly drifted off to sleep and when he started to stroke her hair was when she woke up with a soft murmur, relaxing against him more with a dreamy sigh. She felt better, though she knew she wouldn't be getting much of a reprieve, but at least she was allowed some relaxation and rest before her libido decided to kick into full gear again. She was comfy after all, and goddamnit, she would enjoy it as long as possible!

"Mhm...much better.."

She whispered sleepily, yawning before settling more so against him, so sated and comfortable and pleasantly tired. She felt like she could sleep for a week and dozed, her body unaccustomed to such activities. She knew she was going to be very, very sore in the morning, but she would enjoy what she had right now. If she thought about it too much, she felt she might jump start what the flower did to her and she just wanted to sleep for a little bit. She yawned as she answered him again, not really hearing anything about Dunny, just his question.

"Much...better..."

And then she fell asleep once again.​
 
He stroked her hair some more as she dozed, and he had to admit, he felt a touch sleepy, himself. He hadn't had exertion quite like that for... for a very long time, to say the least. "Dunny," he whispered, knowing his partner's ears would pick it up. "I think we're going to nap here for a while. Why don't you go back and see about some food, hm?" He yawned to drive home his point.

Dunny mrrred his irritation, but yes, Ham's thought did seem reasonable. He left the pool, feeling the ache of unfulfilled sexual arousal in his groin, and shook the water off himself in a mighty torrent. Then he ambled back to the campsite. The droid, Philip, had done an excellent job; he'd not only set up the camp and gotten his mistress's sleeping materials ready, he'd unpacked the packs of the others and arranged for their comfort as well, repacking the relevant supplies as necessary (and in a much more efficient and stable configuration). Ham's portable was on top of his sleeping mat, as the machine had deduced he liked to keep his notes up to date, and Dunny's own khreena was similarly placed on his bedpack. Dunny purred with satisfaction.

Neither one of them had the translator modules to understand the other, so there was a lot of sign language involved on both sides. Finally, Philip brought Dunny some of the food he'd cooked, and Dunny took the edge off his hunger. Then he picked up the khreena and started plucking it with his extended claws, gently, so that the music didn't extend too far beyond the campsite. He regaled Philip with an instrumental rendition of one of his people's traditional folk songs, which was quite well within the musical range of most sentient creatures, even pleasant. And then started another, this one with vocals.

At least, since he was playing softly, the yowling didn't draw the attention of every creature in the forest.
 
Philip was glad for the company. He did love to serve people and was glad that at least SOMEONE had come back to the campsite, though he wasn't worried about his mistress. She could take care of herself and from the sounds of it, she was quite pleased. He had been worried for a moment, but he was fine by himself and also with the cat creature. He didn't like to be too far from Raimei, but at least she was within range. Though it was in times like these that he wished he had taste buds! However, he knew the food would be good and packed some of it up in heated packs to keep it warm until the others came back from the bath. He listened to the sounds that the cat creature made with his music device and enjoyed the sounds. The melody was pleasant.

Raimei slept for a little while-probably an hour at the most before she felt her body stirring for more of what it had been offered. She sighed against Hammond's skin and stroked his hair, feeling herself heating up in degrees. It was slow at first before she felt herself panting quietly against his skin and touching him gently. She didn't want to disturb him but she was going to start to need him and knew that he was probably tuckered out. She was curled up against his side and found her hands begin to wander his skin as she breathed against his shoulder and tried to fight off the growing arousal that wasn't hers to truly control.​
 
He was only lightly dozing, and when she began to stroke him, caress him, he came to wakefulness. He wasn't moving unduly, though; he was enjoying the tenderness of her caresses a bit much for that. But her breath fluttered against him, and he couldn't hold back a sigh of pleasure.

His cover broken, he tilted his head and smiled at her. "Hello. That was... before, that was incredible. I don't... I haven't... just... wow." He couldn't stop smiling while he stammered and tried to express how fantastic he felt. About her, about what they did, about... well, everything. He'd been approaching it clinically, as someone trying to help, at first, but then as they got into it, he had felt as if they were bonding, as if they were growing emotionally close as well as physically.

And... well, it helped that his own hands were roaming, caressing, touching, almost of their own will. It wasn't that he set out to stroke her back, it's just what happened.
 
She had had the feeling he was awake and his little sigh made her smile as her hands continue to roam, wanting to hear more of those soft sounds. As he stammered to talk about what had happened, she blushed- truly blushed- and hid her face in embarrassment against his shoulder almost like a little kid who got too much praise to handle. But she soon sighed under his tender touches and looked at him with that blush still.

"I...uh...thanks. And yeah that was....well....awesome."

She finished lamely. She really couldn't think of anything to describe what had happened. She hadn't ever really felt close to anyone before- besides Philip but he wasn't a human being- and she felt close-ish to this being. It was a little frightening, but she liked how he looked at her as not just "one of the guys," or really scary or a total tough ass. He looked at her like she was...a woman. It was a little hard to grasp.​
 
He knew she was a dangerous woman, he knew she was capable and, if this afternoon's performance was any example, enhanced. But he gazed into her eyes and the "dangerous" part faded, leaving only the "woman" part. She was both, but only one was called for at the moment.

Something about the touch of her hands was making him tingle and stir again, which was intriguing but also worrying.

"Raimei, are you still... feeling the effects?" He was beginning to worry a little at her reaction. How long would the substance stay in her system? It would be difficult for her to function if they couldn't get this under control, and she didn't want to lose her current quarry, so it was a valid concern.
 
"Yeah, I am, but it's not like before...it's much slower now but it's still..."

She let out a breathy sigh and felt the ache between her legs become just a bit more apparent. She really hoped this thing didn't have more than a day affect on her system. It wasn't as consuming as before but it was definitely making her stand up- sort of- and pay attention. She felt sore but it wasn't painful. It was something that made her want to purr and stretch out like a well-fed and well-taken care of kitten. Her stomach growled loudly, ruining the mood but it helped overshadow her growing arousal.

"I'm starving...where's the food? And it's still there, but it's not so...so...overwhelming."

She finished, wanting to rub up against him and sooth the ache. But she couldn't and decided to roll away so she was laying next to him and instantly missed his body heat. But she needed the space or she would jump him again and she doubted he was ready for another round. Especially similar to the one before it. Laying there on her back, Raimei felt...free. Well, more free than she had before their encounter. It was nice.​
 
Ham rolled up on his elbow to gaze down at her, smiling. "I think your droid has things fixed up back at camp. And... good that it's helped. I hope time will free you from the compulsion, so then you'll have a choice as to whether or not you want to..." he trailed off, his free hand stroking her belly until he caught her hand and folded his fingers through hers, pressing their palms together in a quietly intimate gesture.

Ham was an experienced explorer and traveler, but he was still somewhat sentimental. One of the reasons he didn't indulge as freely as Dunny was he liked to feel some sort of connection. He'd had his share of meaningless one-night-stands, sex with friends, etc., but he was past all that by this point. Now, at this point in his life, he liked to have connections, when he could. Friendships, if not galaxy-spanning romances. And Raimei... Raimei was surprisingly sweet, when she wasn't being annoyed or showing her tough side. He liked her.

"I'm not sure about the food, but I can definitely hear Dunny singing. If we head back, we might be able to see his screeching kill local birds, or make higher animals grind their heads against trees to try and block out the sounds..." Ham chuckled. He actually did appreciate his partner's culture, and knew how to listen to their music, but to the average human (and most other species), the racket was indescribable.
 
She blushed as he stroked her belly, making heat dance along her skin in an erotic way. But she tramped down the feeling with heavy mental combat boots before she watched and felt him lace their fingers together and hold her hand. She liked the warmth that his skin provided and it was comforting and relaxing while making her want to give him gentle kisses. And man, could he kiss. She had had no idea what she had been missing. It just made her feel like even without the aphrodisiac flower, she would want it a lot. A lot, a lot. She grinned a little to herself. Life was full of surprises.

"Food sounds so good. And hey, we get a show, too. I like music with my dinner. Even if it sucks."

Her grin widened as she made herself stand up and winced before stretching out and popping her vertebrae a few times in a delicious way. She sighed with pleasure before tugging on Hammond's hand to stand up with her. She went looking for her clothes and his and tossed his clothes to him while she pulled on her pants and shirt, going full-commando like usual. Pulling on her socks and boots, she watched Hammond dress before she grabbed whatever else she had taken off and started towards the camp before waiting for Hammond to catch up.

Once they were back at the camp, Raimei practically pounced on Philip as he handed her her favorite foods- which she gobbled down like a starved and growing teenager. She could have manners when she felt like it- but she was fucking hungry! She made soft sounds as she ate- the food almost as satisfying as the sex (which she wanted more of). She ate until she was completely and utterly full and relaxed near the fire, enjoying herself and Dunny's songs.​
 
Hammond followed at a rather slower pace. It was an open question as to whether this woman could even slow down; it seemed like she was either at a full run or sleepily inactive. When he arrived at camp, Phillip served him some dinner as well. The droid was an excellent cook, and Ham ate his fill happily.

Afterward, he reclined on his sleeping pad, thoughtfully laid out by Phillip, and gazed with quiet joy at Raimei as she lay by the fire, enjoying Dunny's music and tolerating his singing. When one song wound down, he cleared his throat. "Hey, Dunny," he said. "How about a classic?"

Dunny grinned, and tuned his khreena so he could play in two registers. He snarled something at Ham, as he plucked a few experimental notes.

"Me? Oh, I couldn't... Oh, okay, fine."

Dunny started plucking out the notes of an old familiar tune, one of the classics of human history, and Ham started singing in a clear baritone. "It's getting near dark, when lights close their tired eyes..."

His amused eyes roamed over Raimei as they serenaded her, he and his oldest friend, with one of humanity's longest-surviving love songs.
 
Raimei was the type of person who didn't really like to slow down unless she had to. And she had the feeling Hammond was wondering if she had more than an "on-off" switch. She could feel Hammond watching her and she blushed, knowing that the heat from the fire could be blamed in case she needed an excuse. She didn't need to be caught! Hearing the music wind down, she looked up at Dunny and Hammond and smiled at the two of them, hearing Philip beeping and clapping his hands as the music stopped. He was a very easy to please robot- especially if it was music.

She watched the exchange between them and laughed, seeing a familiarity there between their playfulness and pretend bashfulness. It was funny. Hearing them tune up and such, she closed her eyes before she started to hear Hammond sing and just listened to it, not really sure what to make of it. This had to be an Earth song, since Hammond sang it so easily. If it had been a translation it would have sounded a little strange and awkward but still pretty good. However...she really didn't know what to make of this one.
 
After the song was over, Ham noticed she wasn't sure what to make of it. "We're fans of music of all sorts. Old Earth is my specialty, and Dunny likes the instrumentation, even if he can't sing the lyrics." Dunny purred to show his agreement.

Ham crawled over toward Raimei. "Hey, Dunny, show us what you got." The cat-man growled something that sounded like a question, and the human nodded. "Yeah, Show Pony is impressive enough.

The felinid launched into a dexterous double-play, one hand expertly plucking the bass notes, the other mimicking a shredding-fast guitar. It was still very melodic, and actually did go to demonstrate how well he played. Meanwhile, Hammond came over close to the bounty hunter, and tipped his head close. When Dunny was done, he clapped along with the others, and then murmured, "so, your target is still out there. Are we going to catch up tomorrow? And if so... um... I'm wondering what you want to do about... er... lingering effects..."

He couldn't help but blush. He had noticed a few tell-tale signs in how she moved, breathed, and wondered if she was still suffering a hormonal surge. He felt he was able to take care of her again, if she needed it, and there was always Dunny if he failed, but he wasn't going to presume anything, so he had to ask. Even if he had to be overly polite and circumspect about it, in order to remain vaguely chivalrous. And... he wanted to maintain this feeling of connectedness with her, and part of that was not treating her like something to be exploited. It was respecting her as a person, so he asked her as politely as he could what she wanted to do.
 
"Ah..I see. I haven't been able to try to pick up an instrument and learn."

She shrugged a little. She didn't really have time for hobbies, except for her few guilty feminine pleasures. Speaking of, she had to get her nails done again soon. But she liked how they played. It was nice to listen to something live. She had never been to a concert like a lot of people have in her field. She started much earlier than most, so it was a bit different with her. She smiled at Hammond and was soon being regaled by Dunny's ability to play. She listened to it and didn't mind the tune, more impressed by how he played than by what he played. It was definitely interesting. When the music stopped, she clapped and then turned her attention to Hammond as he spoke to her. She flushed a bit and turned her face away a moment, feeling the arousal start to try and gain her attention just from thinking about it again. She knew she could track her prey and catch him soon, but with the way she was, she wouldn't be able to focus. Perhaps it was best to wait it out until tomorrow- despite knowing the chase would be harder. But a part of her was relishing the challenge the chase would bring. She knew what he was asking and she found herself using her fingertips to stroke his arm, eying his neck that had her marks on it as well as his lips. Man, he could kiss. She practically purred her answer without realizing it.

"There are still some...things that need to be tended to. If you're up to it...and maybe...Dunny could help."

She flushed a little and bit her lip, looking away a moment as Philip disposed of what he could and added more fuel to the fire. Reimai felt like she was getting too hot in her clothes and pulled at her low collar a little as she felt heat slowly flood her body. She slowly started to remember what they had done- for probably hours- and felt her need and excitement growing and found her fingers touching a bit more of whatever skin was exposed, lingering along his pulse points before moving up towards his lips. She traced them with the tip of her finger and watched the action in rapture.
 
Her fascination with him was, itself, entrancing. He watched her stroke his arm, his sleeve, his lips. There was little quite so attractive as attraction. She was clearly heating up, the blood flowing to her relevant body parts... and he couldn't help himself. When she stroked his lips, he took her hand, and pressed his lips in a kiss against her fingertips, his eyes locked with hers. And then, moving quickly but surely, he leaned in and kissed her, captured her lips with his, and it was passionate and near-animalistic. Her rising passions, he suddenly found, had enflamed his, and he was finding himself rising to the occasion.

He moved closer to her, wriggling dangerously close to the fire in his efforts, and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her fiercely against him. Her body, hard and muscular and soft and pliant on his own body, was vibrating with her need, and he felt it, all the way down to his DNA.

He kissed her hard, squeezing her, and then broke the kiss. He looked to Phillip. "Phillip, please push our sleeping mats together. We're going to need the room." He glanced to Dunny. "Don't say a word. Just... wait until she invites you, okay? And try not to completely make me feel inadequate."

With that, he stood, still with Raimei in his arms, and hoisted her into the air, carrying her over toward the sleeping area. "Your wish is my command," he breathed into her sensitive ear.
 
When he held her hand and kissed her fingertips she bit her lip on a soft gasp. The motion itself wasn't that erotic, but the sensation was. She felt it to her marrow and felt her eyes zero-in on his lips before she felt them against her own. She gasped louder and moaned when he kissed her, her toes curling in their boots. She found her fingers getting tangled in his hair and hauling him close as he moved himself closer. She pressed against him as he pulled, and she felt every contour of his body- or so it felt. It made her moan with need and want. Her body reacted and she felt her skin start to burn against his- and the sensation stole her breath. God, did she need him. As he pulled away, she panted for breath and decided that while he talked, she would busy herself with his body. She pressed her lips to marks already peppering his skin and licked them almost possessively before giving them more color from nips and light bites. She vaguely heard what was said before she heard Philip beeping away to get whatever task had been handed to him done.

She felt herself being lifted up and blinked, sort of snapping out of her hormone and lust-induced haze. But soon she was overwhelmed by Hammond again as he spoke against her ear and made her shiver all over. She wanted this so much and maybe- just maybe- she would let Dunny join this time.
 
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