STORY EXCERPT

Devon relieved Jack at midnight. He tried to crawl out of the sleeping bag without waking Ikira, but she hugged him tightly. "Don't get stupid out there. We both know you tend to do that now and then."

"I guess I do, but not this time. Sleep, and I'll see you at 0400."

The screaming cries of earlier hadn't repeated, but Jack said the scanners picked up large creatures moving around more than two kilometers away. The scanners picked up much closer small animals, the size of cats and smaller, but Jack didn't see anything. More troubling, Jack said he heard a sound like flapping wings in the skies overhead. Large flapping wings. The scanners showed nothing.

The temperature readout said minus twenty-one degrees. The wind blew by the cave entrance at sixteen meters per second, howling like a banshee. The tactical display in Devon's helmet said the temperature to exposed skin would feel like minus fifty-one degrees.

Devon checked his weapons, huddled in his coat, and watched the scanners.

Devon didn't look at his watch. His memory problems prevented him from knowing the time. He heard a noise from behind him, inside the cave. He turned suddenly and saw Miranda, huddled in a coat, her sleeping bag wrapped around her.

His pulse quickened at the sight of her. Since he met Miranda nearly a year ago, Devon found himself attracted to her. At first, he wrote it off as the infatuation of an older man for a younger woman. Young and very pretty, he thought his feelings for her normal. Maybe even healthy.

As time went by, his attraction never diminished. That wasn't normal or healthy. Devon tried many times to push it down inside his mind, but it always came back. Usually, it came back stronger than before. Miranda never showed any interest to him.

She was what he thought of a touch person. She liked to touch people. Miranda often placed her hand on his arm when she spoke to him. The touch caused his attractions to build and his heart to race. His mind never seemed to work right when she was around.

His thinking never became so clouded that he forgot Ikira. He carried no small amount of guilt in his heart for just thinking about Miranda. The idea of cheating on Ikira made his stomach hurt. He couldn't do that.

However, the idea of a multiple relationship made him smile. Polyamory was what Miranda's parents call it. Many people in a relationship, all in love with one another. That, he could do. If, and only if, Ikira would be involved.

Just a male fantasy, he knew. Attracted to Miranda or not, Ikira would always be his first true love and his wife.

Devon flipped his visor up and smiled at Miranda. "Why are you up?"

She sat on the rock beside him. "I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep." She repositioned her coverings. "Anything happening?"

"Just some bogeys on the scanners in the distance." He looked at the young Princess. Her profile in the red glow of the night lamps made his palms sweat, despite the frigid temperature. "I know this is hard for you."

"Yes, it is. I'm doing all right, I guess." She paused for a time. "I know I'm a spoiled brat, and things aren't going the way I want them to go right now. Mostly, I'm scared."

"Me, too."

"Jack said he was scared, too. What about Ike?"

"She's as scared as the rest of us." He wondered about the fear he felt being so close to her. He hoped he could control the urge to grab her shoulders and kiss her.

"Then why I am the only one acting scared?"

"Pretty simple. Ikira and I have been in the service for thirty years. Jack's not far behind. We're trained to turn off our emotions and do our jobs. That's especially true for Jack and Ikira. Our job right now is to keep us all alive until someone can find us."

"I've never been in a situation like this before."

"Neither have I. Ikira hasn't, either, and I don't think Jack has." He smiled at her. "This is a first for all of us, I guess."

"I guess." She seemed to decide to take off in another direction. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure, but I reserve the right not to answer."

She laughed a little. "Fair enough. What's it like to be in love with just one person the way you and Ike are?"

Devon felt a knot in his gut. "I'm not sure I understand."

"The only couple I know well who are in a single marriage is Claire and Zach. My brothers and sisters are mostly in multiple marriages. Maybe I should ask if you and Ike will ever add another person to your marriage."

"I can't tell the future, but I'm happy, and I think Ikira is, too, with just the two of us. I'm not going to say that will always be the case, because we might meet another person at some time we'll fall in love with." He paused, wondering if she could read minds. "You asked what it's like to be in love with one person. My experience is limited. Ikira is the first person I've ever loved."

"Really?"

"I thought I was in love before I met her, but I wasn't. I knew the very first instant I met Ikira that I loved her."

"Mom said you proposed to her only three weeks after you met."

"That's right, and we were married less than two months after that."

"That's neat. Daddy said he fell in love with all four of my moms that fast."

"I guess it's neat. All I know is that it's true."

"I suppose every girl wants that kind of love. Charlotte had to wait more than four hundred years, but Claire was only seventeen when she met Zach." She sighed a little. "I hope I don't have to wait another three hundred or more years."

Devon chuckled. "You're a wonderful girl. I doubt you'll have to wait too long."

"Maybe. Being a Princess sort of cramps the social life, though."

"How's that?"

"Guys are a little nervous and shy around me. I can count on one hand the number of guys who've kissed me without my starting the kiss, and I'll have fingers left over."

"I can understand that. Your dad is the Emperor. Some guy ticks him off, your dad sends Ikira and me to toss the guy out an airlock."

"He's threatened that a few times." Miranda thought for a few moments. "My sisters all say he's never really chased any guys away. It's not daddy, it's the guys."

"I know I'd be more than a little hesitant to do much more than shake your hand."

She laughed. "I can imagine. Seriously, I'm really happy for you and Ike. I've known her all my life, and I can't remember her this happy."

"It's sort of funny, I guess. I've only been on Boone ten years. Ikira and I didn't meet for nine of those years. She's been providing security for your family for more than twenty years, but she was never very close to any of you." Devon watched the scanner for a moment. One of the big bogeys moved three kilometers away from the cave. "Then last year, we suddenly met, and your family was all involved. We've all gotten pretty close in the last year."

"I never thought of that, but you're right. I know we all like Ike and have for as long as I can remember. And we all like you."

"I owe your family a lot. Especially Claire, Charlotte, and Marilyn. They pulled Ikira through when I was hurt last year and helped her cope with that." He couldn't keep his eyes off her. At least his hands behaved.

"Charlotte told me. I wish I could have been there to help, too."

"Someone has to do all the political visits." Devon saw the bogey move out of scanner range. "Your whole family was great then, but those three kept Ikira from falling apart. We owe them."

"We don't feel like you owe us anything. You and Ike take care of us every day." Miranda pulled her sleeping bag closer. "Just like now."

"Maybe. Are you warm enough?" Devon sweated under his armor.

"Yes, I am." She glanced at the monitor panel. "It's only minus twenty-three."

"Yeah, right."

Miranda giggled. "I heard Ike's nose was cold."

"Um, it was."

"You two are as bad as Daddy and my moms."

"I wouldn't know about that. I guess we just like being together."

"That's one word for it." Miranda paused. "I may have to stay up and talk to Ike."

Devon checked his watch. It was 0335. Ikira would relieve him in twenty-five minutes. "About what?"

"Sex."

"Oh. Sorry I asked." Discussing sex with Miranda would be a very bad idea. Devon knew he'd be tempted to demonstrate the finer points for her.

"Don't worry. Daddy gets uncomfortable when we girls start talking about sex, too." She giggled.

"I guess he would. I know I wouldn't be very comfortable talking about sex with you or any of your sisters. Better count your mothers in there, too."

"That's OK."

He didn't really hear her. A large bogey moved into the scanner range and moved directly toward the cave mouth at about five meters per second. "Go back inside."

"Should I wake Jack and Ike?"

"No, not yet. Just go inside."

She paused for a moment, and then moved inside.

Devon watched the bogey for nearly five minutes, and it continued to come closer, now only a kilometer away. The sound telescopes picked up heavy breathing and footsteps. There was nothing visual or on infrared.

Ikira crept up beside him. "Hi. I was awake, and Miranda told me you have something coming this way."

"Looks like it." Devon flipped his visor up and kissed Ike's cheek. "We may have company coming, but I'll be damned if I'm not going to kiss my wife hello."

"You're a mess."

As they watched, the return stopped about six hundred meters away, then moved in short bursts, almost haltingly. "It looks like it's stalking something."

"Yeah." Ike frowned as she watched.

The creature suddenly moved at more than fifteen meters per second, and the blood-curdling cry rang out. They both jumped. "What the hell are those things?"

"I have no clue." The scanners showed several of the small, cat-sized things, running from the larger creature. From the display, some didn't run fast enough. The scanner soon showed the large creature moving away again.

Devon shivered. "Do you want me to stay up with you?"

"No, babe. Get some rest." She put her arms around his neck, hugging him. "How long was Miranda out here?"

"I really don't know."

"That's OK. She said she wanted to talk if we could." Ike smiled. "Girl talk, I gathered."

"That's my cue." Devon flipped up his visor and then Ike's. "I'll see you in a few hours." They kissed deeply, sending a wave of heat through her in the freezing temperature of the night. "Good night. I'll tell Miranda she can come back."

"Have dreams about me." She grinned. "Wet dreams."

"And you say I'm a mess. Be careful." They kissed again, and he went into the cave.

* * * *

Miranda came to the cave mouth and sat down beside Ike. "Devon said it went away."

"Yes. Why are you staying up all night?"

Miranda felt herself shiver a little, but not because of the cold. "I guess I'm a little scared."

"A little scared? Maybe I should give you this rifle, then. I'm a lot scared."

"I didn't think anything scared you."

"I used to think that." Ike sighed. "I found out last year, when Devon almost died, there are many things that scare me. I also found out it's all right to be scared."

"That's what Devon and Jack said, too." She paused a moment. "I guess Devon was really tired. He was asleep before I left to come out here."

"Stress. That can wear you out, and sleep is the best medicine."

"Devon's such a neat man."

"I like to think so." She playfully elbowed Miranda in the ribs. "He's also taken, kid."

"I don't mean it that way!" Miranda did feel attraction to Devon, but she wrote it off as a crush.

"I know." Ike fell silent for a moment. "He reminds me of your dad in some ways."

"If you mean Daddy is crazy about my moms the way Devon is crazy about you, I can see that."

"Maybe that's it. I'm not really sure myself."

Miranda decided to ask the starting question. "How often do you and Devon have sex?"

Ike laughed. "Nothing like being blunt. Actually, we don't have sex that often. We make love a lot, though."

"Now you sound like my moms."

"I guess I do. Sex is a big part of our love." Ike paused. "We're in love, and sex has nothing to do with the matter, really. To answer your question, as often as we can. If I had to pick a number, probably two or three times a day."

This wasn't going to work. Miranda's attraction for Devon took on proportions much bigger than a crush when she thought of him and sex at the same time. "I need to stop talking about sex!" Miranda wiggled in her seat. "I've watched you, and I wonder how you cope with his memory problems so easily."

Ike paused for a long time. "I do it because I love him. It's not that bad, though. Mostly, he has problems remembering times and dates. He can remember our first date, almost like he has it written down. I had to tell him about five times the party was at noon."

"That's what I mean. I think I'd get frustrated and lose my patience."

"No, you wouldn't." Ike paused again. "I love him, and he needs just a little help sometimes with things." She hesitated several moments. "That's a tiny burden to have him in my life." Miranda saw tears freezing on Ike's face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

"That's all right." She wiped at the ice crystals. "I'd give anything I have to make it go away. He hates it and beats himself up on a daily basis because he forgets so much."

"That has to be hard for him, and hard for you to watch."

"You have no idea. I try to help him without him knowing I'm helping him, but it doesn't work sometimes. The biggest thing for me is remembering that when he gets angry, he's not angry with me or even himself, just with the limitations."

Miranda hesitated. "I'm a little surprised he hasn't been relieved from duty."

"Please, don't tell anyone, but he should have been. That would crush him. Your father and Q, as a personal favor to me, have looked the other way." Ike sniffed. "He's OK doing the things he and I do together, but he can't command. He forgets too many things. He had no idea how long you talked to him."

"I won't say anything. Will it ever get better?"

"Claire hoped it would get better with time, as his brain learned how to do things again, but that hasn't worked too well." Ike sat silently for a time. "I don't know if he's worse, but he's no better."

"I wish I could help."

Ike stared into the dark desert. "I wish someone could."

Miranda watched Ike for a while. "Can I ask you something about love?"

Ike shook herself a little. "Sure."

"How do you know when you're in love?" Miranda paused, thinking. "I guess what I mean is, how did you know that you were in love with Devon?"

"I'm not sure I can put it into words. I just knew." Ike watched the scanner for a moment. "I think I knew, down inside, I loved him for a long time before I admitted it to myself. It made for terrible timing, but I finally admitted it when he was shot and I thought I'd lost him."

"What do you think about Jack?" Instantly, Miranda wanted to take the words back. She knew she had an attraction to him, but didn't want anyone to know.

"I think he needs a lot more dates than he's been having." Ike laughed.

Miranda breathed a sigh of relief. Ike missed the connection. "I think you're right. Did you mean what you said about him being a chauvinist? He doesn't seem that way to me."

"Yes, I did. He can be so protective that he gets a little irritating sometimes. Then again, I'm not attracted to him. I guess some people would see Devon's protectiveness for me as irritating, too."

"One woman's overprotection is another's love."

"That's it. Jack's a great guy, though. He's one of the best Marines I have ever known." She chuckled. "He's so good in security because he looks like a door with a head on it. He never has to tell anyone to settle down more than once."

A chill ran through Miranda as she thought about his strong arms around her when they danced. "He's big."

Ike looked her face for a moment. "What's wrong?"

She tried to force her face to a neutral expression. "Nothing. Just a little cold from the wind." Miranda watched as Ike stared at her. "You said you've known him for thirteen years."

"I have." Ike looked back at the scanner. "It's a shame Jack hasn't found a woman who sees that overprotective streak as love, though."

"I think he will."

"Of that, I have no doubts."

ADULT EXCERPT

Ike crept into bed next to Devon. She snuggled her back against him, and his arm slipped protectively around her waist. Ike thought about her conversation with Miranda. At twenty-two, Miranda was more than a little too old to have a crush, even with Devon being twice her age. Ike smiled. At least Miranda showed good taste in men.

Ike couldn't blame Miranda, or any other woman, for that matter, for finding Devon attractive. As far as she was concerned, he was the catch of a lifetime. Miranda's attraction simply reinforced that belief. Ike could honestly say she'd never been happier in her forty-seven years than the last year with Devon.

With an average human life span of nearly four-hundred years, they weren't even middle-aged yet. The fact that Devon was five years younger than she also made no difference. Then again, the fact that Miranda was twenty-three years younger than Devon also made no difference. Ike read that in the pre-Doom Time era, when humans rarely lived beyond a hundred years, it was unusual for a couple to have more than a decade or so difference in their ages. In some parts of the world, larger differences seemed more common. Even there, more than twenty years difference was rare. With long life came a sort of telescoping effect, where the age differences in a couple became larger.

After all, with a life expectancy of only seventy years, a woman who, at twenty, married a fifty-year-old man could only expect to spend twenty years with him. Today, she could expect, reasonably, to have more than three hundred years with her man. The other factor was that today, a fifty-year-old person had the appearance and health of a twenty-year-old from the pre-Doom Time. Ike, at forty-seven, looked about twenty-six. She could expect to look this way for another two hundred years or longer, with proper medical and cosmetic care. Practically speaking, Ike, Devon, Miranda, and Jack all looked the same age.

Ike didn't worry at all about Devon leaving her for Miranda. She knew he'd never do that. The possibility of Devon finding an attraction to a multiple marriage—a polyamorous relationship, as the royal family called it—caused her more concern. What guy would turn down having two women? Ike felt no interest in sharing Devon, or herself, with anyone else.

She cuddled in closer to Devon's chest and arms. His hand moved up to massage her breast. Ike smiled. "Are you awake?"

"Who, me? Nope."

"Then why isn't something poking me in the back?"

"I just woke up. Give me a minute."

Ike laughed again. "While you work on that, how are you feeling?"

"Pretty good." He chuckled. "I hope to feel better after a while."

"I think I like that." Ike twitched as he ran his fingernail gently around her nipple. She felt him stiffening as he slowly pumped his cock between the cheeks of her ass.

"Do you know how sexy and desirable you are?"

"You're biased and brain-damaged."

"Maybe. I can't think of a single moment everyday when I don't want you."

Ike smiled. "You know how to make a girl feel good."

"I think I do." Devon pulled away from her slightly and guided his stiff dick into her waiting pussy.

"Mmmmm...oh, yes. That makes a girl feel good."

He pumped slowly back and forth. "You always feel good, baby." He nuzzled in her hair and kissed her head.

He continued to fuck her slowly, pulling his cock out until the head rested just between her lips, and then sliding his entire length into her wet cunt.

"The problem with this is, I can't kiss you." Ike jumped away from him, his rigid dick slapping his stomach when it slipped from her. She spun and knelt next to him. "And I really want to kiss you." Ike pressed her face to his furiously and explored his mouth with her tongue. Devon rolled to his back, his shaft pointing at the cave ceiling. Ike straddled him. She slipped his stiffness into her dripping cunt. "That's better." She kissed him again.

Ike ground her pelvis against him, Devon's hips thrusting up to meet her every stroke. Their lips still locked together, their tongues in a duel of love, they moved together over and over. Devon's hands moved from Ike's hips, and he pinched and rolled her clit between his thumbs as they thrust together. She pulled her lips from his. "Oh, my God! Yes!"

Ike slammed her face back to his lips and kissed him, sucking his lips and tongue into her mouth, biting gently. Her orgasm rushed at her. Devon shook under her. His thrusting became faster and more urgent.

Their hips and lips locked together tightly as they grunted and moaned in their mutual climaxes, thrusting to get just another millimeter of penetration. His cock throbbed like a contained bomb in her pussy as his hot cum shot into her.

Ike rested deadweight on his chest after their lips parted, and they gasped for air. Their sweat mingled as it ran down their bodies, and Ike felt his half-erect shaft twitching in her. "That was intense."

"Wow." Devon gulped for a breath.

Ike slipped his shaft from her and kissed rapidly down his chest. She knelt between his legs and sucked his cock fully down her throat, bobbing the last few centimeters in and out of her mouth. As she took his dick in her throat, Ike rubbed and squeezed his nuts with both hands, rolling them like a magician manipulating billiard balls between her fingers. Each time Ike slid his cock from her throat and swirled her tongue around the purple head, Devon jerked. "That's wonderful."

Ike slipped his hardness from her mouth with a popping sound. "I'm glad you like it, because I love to do it." Devon shook violently when she swallowed his hard cock again. Ike massaged his balls with her left hand and slipped her right hand away, pressing her index and middle fingers firmly against Devon's anus. Her fingers slid inside him, and Ike arched them to point at the base of his throbbing cock, firmly massaging his prostate. As she traced the two lobes of his gland and the cleft between them with her fingers, feeling the spongy organ, Devon thrashed on the bed under her. Squeezing his balls firmly and rubbing his prostate with her fingers, Ike made long sucks of his stiff cock with her mouth.

Coherent speech left Devon. When his climax began, he grunted and moaned, his hot cum exploding into Ike's waiting mouth. His body went limp as the last spurt of his seed left his dick like a rifle shot, and Ike swallowed his salty sweetness.

Removing her fingers from his ass with a final slow, firm stroke of his gland, Ike came to lie beside him. "Did you like that, darling?" Devon's breathing came rapid and shallow. He smiled weakly and nodded. Ike kissed him softly. "It makes me feel good to know you like the things I do."

"I love everything you do. You're amazing." His breathing came as a rapid pant.

* * * *

She wondered about his reaction. Miranda remembered her inexperience. Maybe she wasn’t doing something right.

Jack sighed. "I don't know."

She felt the urge to kiss him again. She stood on her toes and stretched to touch her lips to his, but he didn't bend over to help. She barely reached him. His body tense under her hands where they rested on his chest, and she didn't know what to do to relax him.

Jack trembled like an earthquake, and then his arms came around her shoulders. He pulled her close to him and lifted her feet from the floor. His mouth pressed to hers tightly, and his tongue darted in her mouth wildly.

The smell of his sweat filled her nose, but it carried a hint of something else, something spicy in the mix. When their lips parted for a moment, she licked across his face, and the spicy flavor thrilled her taste buds. It was him, his own special chemistry, speaking directly to the passions raging in her mind.

Miranda pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. Jack shifted her without effort to bring her face to the level of his. His mouth wandered around her face for a moment, licking and kissing her cheeks and eyelids. Her head lolled back a little, and he ran his hot tongue around her neck, sending shivers through her.

She felt his motion as he walked, carrying her as she hung on his chest. He lowered her to the sofa, and she pulled her legs from around him. Jack knelt beside the sofa, and he looked into her eyes. His mouth moved without speaking a few times. He closed his eyes for a moment, and then looked back at her face. "I want you, Miranda."

Before she could answer, Jack gripped her blouse in his fists. The material parted like tissue paper. He leaned and kissed her chest, sucking her nipples through the lace of her bra. His teeth nibbled gently at her jutting nipples as his hands ran up and down her sides.

The skin of his hands, a little rough from hard work, sent waves of goose bumps racing across her skin. Her breath flowed quickly as she panted, and his smell filled her head.

A twinge of indecision hit her. The way he touched her made her want to do things she'd never done before, things she knew only from books and giggling girlish talks with friends and others. She feared making a fool of herself. Somehow, she knew Jack wouldn't see her as foolish or inexperienced, though. She wanted him, but didn't know exactly what to do when she had him.

With his hands and lips running over her body, it didn't matter. She'd think of something soon enough.

Jack lifted her body from the sofa a little, and his hand reached to her back to release her bra. When his mouth encircled her nipple and sucked, she shook with the pleasure. His hand moved to her other breast, and he rolled her breast in his palm, sometimes pinching the nipple between his thumb and fingers.

His other hand moved and unfastened her pants. The roughness of his calluses passed down the skin of her legs when he pushed the pants from her body. As he brought his hand up, his fingers flicked over her pussy.

The teasing tickle of his fingers made her jerk, and she thrust her hips at his hand. His fingers slipped into her pussy and danced over her clit.

She moaned. "Yes..."

Jack pulled his lips from her nipple with a pop, and then kissed down her stomach, his tongue licking and tickling her waist. He licked deeply into her navel, and she vibrated with the sensation.

His fingers moved, his thumb pressing on her clit as he eased his fingers into her pussy. When he curled his fingers, he pressed against her, and her body writhed with the motion. In her fit of thrashing, she missed when he moved, but Jack suddenly pressed his mouth to her pussy, his tongue replacing the thumb that rubbed her clit.

She gasped as he swirled around her, sending trembling shockwaves across her mind and body. She missed the smell of his body, but her breath moved so fast through her nose and mouth, the air didn't have time to leave any scent behind.

As she ran her hands over his head, the perspiration there left her hands moist. She couldn't resist pulling her hand to her lips, and the salty fluid carried the spicy taste of him to her again. She ran her hands through his brown hair again and again, tasting him when her hands picked up his flavor.

Jacks lips closed around her clit and sucked. Her hips thrust up into his face, and her back arched high on the sofa. She screamed, but sounds carried no meaning. She twitched when the waves of her orgasm washed over her, and she gripped his hair, pressing his face harder against her.

She thrashed as he sucked her clit and worked his fingers inside her. Her climax hit her repeatedly, like none she ever experienced masturbating. Instead of vanishing in a few minutes, her orgasm built in strength as it went on and on. The flashes of light she saw behind her clenched eyes might have been from the climax or lack of oxygen. She didn't feel herself breathing as she shook in the velvet grip of the orgasm.

Jack let her clit pop from between his lips. Then, he pulled his fingers from her with slow, deliberate motions. Before exiting fully, he stroked her G-spot one final time, and she collapsed back onto the sofa. Sweat soaked her body and made her chill just a little.

He stood beside the sofa when she opened her eyes. She watched Jack pull his shirt from his shoulders and drop it to the floor. The sight made her gasp. His chest glistened with perspiration, defined the chiseled lines of his muscles. As he panted, the muscles worked, and she saw the way they moved. It made her mouth water.

He worked his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. His erection stood out from his body and made her almost drown with the flow of moisture in her mouth.

She reached to touch his cock, but Jack took her hands in his. He moved to the sofa, kneeling between her legs as he spread them. Jack leaned forward and again pressed his lips to hers.

As his tongue moved in her mouth, she tasted her juices on his face. Much stronger than when she licked her fingers while masturbating, the flavor mixed with the spicy taste of his body to create a new, delectable compound that defied her ability to describe.

The soft beard he grew since the crash tickled her face as he kissed her. The sweat on his face that clung to the beard left cool places on her skin as it touched her.

His hips moved a little, and the head of his cock pressed firmly against her pussy. She didn't know what to expect or what to do, but nature hadn't failed her so far. Miranda lifted her knees, and his dick moved slowly into her.

As his cock slipped inside her, she trembled with the combined excitement and pleasure. The warmth of his dick felt far better than the cold toys she used when masturbating. Filling her completely, an energy flowed from him to her. Like science experiments in school, the energy moved across his dick and into her pussy like electricity forced through a wire too small for the current.

Heat grabbed her body as the power forced the contact area between them to white heat, and then beyond. His thrusting pushed his cock deeper into her, trying to increase the contact, making the area larger to cool the heat. Her pussy flowed with wetness, trying to extinguish the heat threatening to consume them both.