"Wrap your legs around me if you can, petal," Khell barked.

My legs couldn't even notch themselves at his hips, but it didn't matter. Khell's arm shifted to holding my ass, my hands still in his other grip, and then he was using me like he had the day before, my body like a doll in his grasp, my cunt the vessel for him to fill. I let out a long howl of relief as he fucked me. He pinned my arms down, drawing me closer, his mouth sucking and kissing at my neck, burying his growls there, his tusks digging into the muscle of my throat and making my breath come in tight, short gasps.

The closeness rubbed my clit against his skin, his stav swelling inside me to stroke against my inner walls again, and the numbness of minutes ago was burning up under a new, more and more delicious wave of fire.

Khell'ar came with a great bellow into my neck, and the hot flood of him inside of me demanded my own release, reluctant and bitter and slow as it was. I sobbed, sick to death of orgasms and somehow relieved too, the sweetness of the shuddering climax dulling the edge of anger I'd let simmer. Khell's grip on my wrists was nearly bruising, but it loosened, his body relaxing against mine, and then he drew each of my arms up to his shoulders one after the other. He pet down my back and then up again, sliding into the sweaty strands of hair sticking to the back of my neck.

"I can't tell if you make playing the beast harder or easier, petal," Khell whispered in my ear, breath flatteringly ragged.

I was drowsy with my latest release, limp in his hold, but he didn't wait for my answer. We turned and he carried me back to the platform, clasped to his chest, his cock still half-buried inside of me with an interesting and gentle friction as he moved us. He slipped free—the hollowness that followed a relief for once—as he settled me on the altar, draped over the surface as if I were the slaughtered lamb, my sacrifice on display for his gods.

"Do you hurt, Sunny?"

I sighed at the return of Khell'ar as himself and shook my head, although in truth, I did hurt from all the exercise and ecstatic strain of the past twenty-four hours. Khell hummed as if he knew I was wrong and reached up to the buttons of the shift he'd dressed me in, opening the garment up and gently pulling my arms free.

"You were very good today. Stronger than I expected."