Chapter 4: At Jerriks
Devon stirred as the sun bathed his face. Slowly propping himself up, he looked around. Maeve made an unhappy noise and jerked his arms out from under him. Devon gently pulled away from her and sat up.
Maeve opened an eye. “Mini?”
“Stop that.” Devon rolled to his feet as Maeve laughed. He opened up his pack and began rummaging through it. “Maeve?” She looked in his direction. “Can you cook?”
“Yes.” Maeve sat up, groaned and flumped back down. “I think you broke my pussy. Can I have a potion?”
Devon fished a potion out the pack and walked back to his bed. Maeve sat up and stuck out her hands demandingly. “Gimmie gimmie gimmie gimmie.”
Devon squatted down next to her. “Close your eyes.” Maeve complied, opening her mouth and tilting her head back. Devon sprayed the potion directly on Maeve’s pussy. She shrieked and fell backwards. Her body bucked.
Wearily Maeve raised her head. “I never knew a potion jolt could feel like that.” She grinned. “If I’d known that a year ago, I’d have never agreed to join Hank’s harem.” The grin turned nasty. “Never would have needed him.”
Devon gave her a wry look. “Am I out of a job now?”
“No. I think I’ll keep you. But I want one of those things for whenever you get hurt. That way I won’t miss you so much until you are better.” She got up. “If we could market that, you and I could get rich. We jack the price up and sell it to ferals and lonely harem pokegirls everywhere to keep them sane.”
“Ferals don’t have any money.”
“So we give them the first taste for free. Trust me, after that they’ll find the money.”
***
Once breakfast was simmering Devon got out the Witch’s pokeball and let her out. She slowly ate eat her food without any help, which was an improvement according to Maeve.
Afterwards Devon ran a series of tests on her. While she wouldn’t respond yet, her involuntary reactions to stimuli were well within the normal range. However, considering her advanced age, Devon was quietly uneasy. He was unsure if her reactions should be in the normal range. Finally he decided that he would have to just play it by ear. She’d either get better or she wouldn’t. Taking her to a pokecenter or ranch wouldn’t change anything.
“Devon what are you going to call her? You aren’t going to keep on calling her Witch, are you?”
“No. I’ve been giving it some thought and I’ve decided her name is Lamya.”
Devon sat down in front of the Witch and looked into her eyes. Slowly her eyes moved to meet his. He spoke slowly and distinctly. “I have decided to name you Lamya. I’ve decided to name each of my pokegirls based on something about them that I like. Lamya is an Arabian name and I want you to know what it means.”
Devon leaned forward and quietly whispered something into Lamya’s ear. She sat still for a moment, and then her head slowly turned to look at him. Her dusky skin darkened in a definite flush.
“What did you tell her?” Maeve looked annoyed. “I couldn’t hear.”
“Good. I don’t want you to hear. Lamya doesn’t know what your name means, so it’s only fair that you don’t know the meaning of her name. If you want to know the meaning of her name, wait until she gets better and then ask her. If she wants you to know, she’ll tell you.”
Maeve made an exasperated sound but let the matter drop.
***
Devon dug through his pack and some t-shirts and jeans that his pokegirls could wear after he cut the legs off of the jeans and cut each of them a rope belt. Shoes were not an option. Then he returned Lamya to her pokeball while Maeve gleefully consigned both pairs of coveralls to the fire.
Maeve looked down at her chest. “I miss my breasts.”
Devon gave her an odd look. “Are they missing”? She stuck out her tongue at him. “Sounds like you lost some friends.”
“I did.” She flashed him an impish grin. “Hank had named each of them.” She poked her right breast. “This is Buffy.” She then poked the left breast. “And this is Candy.” She sighed. “They’re just so small now.”
Devon went over to her and lifting her shirt, gave each breast a thorough licking. Maeve moaned and grabbed for his head, but he held her hands until he was done. Then he smiled and stepped away.
“Aren’t you going to tame me?” Her voice was plaintive.
“We have many kilometers to make before we make camp for the night. The sooner we start, the sooner we get there and right after we make camp I promise I’ll tame you until you can’t move.
“What are we waiting for then?” Maeve grabbed his hand and started dragging him along.
As they walked, Devon pulled out his phone. He had to order some deliveries from the house that he needed to be waiting for him at Jerrik’s. He was going to need more clothes. And now that he had two pokegirls, some additional gear for them might turn out handy.
While he was at it, Devon took the time to record his observations of Maeve. While it could just the luck of the draw, Maeve was different. Her behavior didn’t match anything in the literature, which meant that his notes might be vitally important. As screwed up as the world of pokegirls could be, it was entirely possible that one of the primary reasons Mini-Tops were so vicious was because they just didn’t get laid enough.
***
The next morning the sky was gray with the promise of rain. Maeve eyed it unhappily as she served out breakfast. “I don’t suppose we can make it to Jerrik’s before this gets nasty?”
Devon shook his head. “Not unless it holds off for two more days. That storm’s going to break today.” He gave her a glance. “Or you can start moving faster. We only made about twelve kilometers yesterday. I hate to say this, but if I put you in your pokeball, I can make much better time. Besides, you’ll stay dry that way.”
Maeve watched him, her eyes contemplative. “All right,” she finally said. “But don’t tire yourself out too much. You’d better save enough energy for taming me after you make camp. We can’t have you going feral.”
“Don’t worry. I would never do that.”
“You’d better be more careful this time too.” Maeve was giving him an odd look.
Devon cocked an eyebrow. “Pardon?”
“The last time you were left on your own, you ended up with two pokegirls. You do that while I’m in my pokeball and I am going to be soooo pissed off.”
“At me? Or at this hypothetical pokegirl?”
“At everyone, I think.” Maeve stroked one of her ears. Devon had noticed that she had an unconscious habit of doing that when she was thinking hard. “I’ve only known you for a few days, but your treatment of me is the best I’ve had. Ever. Most people treat all of us bunnygirls as just a life support system for a pussy. After all, we mostly suck in battle. You don’t.”
“I can’t take credit for it.” Devon shrugged. “When I was, ah, in my formative years, Dad was away a lot. He continued to be an active tamer for eleven years after I was born. So I was raised by my mother when she was home, but when she was away, my parents were Poppet and the pokewomen at the Conservatory. They provided me with most of my upbringing.” A flash of a grin sped across his face and was gone. “In truth, I truly was an arrogant snot for a few years, once I realized just how much influence the old family name had in the region. For a while I treated some pokegirls like clothes to be cast off when I tired of them. But by the time I was ten, a carefully crafted and frequently applied series of beatings had stripped most of those tendencies out of me. Every time I was playing at being the ‘little king’ as they called it, I got my nose pulped.” He scowled. “Pain is a great motivator.”
“At the time I hated them all. My day was lessons, lesson, more lessons and then responsibilities leavened with the beatings. I wanted them all dead. Now I realize that they were making sure that when I took over the leadership of the Conservatory I would be capable of continuing my father’s work and that I would respect the people who had made it what it was, that being of course Poppet and the breeding pokewomen.” His eyes grew dark. “Mother says that the result of it all is that I have some deeply buried issues with rage. I don’t know about that, but I do know that I don’t hate them all. Not all of them. But some of them took way too much delight in ‘correcting’ me.” A low snarl echoed in his voice. “Oh I have a little list.”
Maeve was looking at him incredulously. “They gave you regular beatings when you were a child?” Her eyes went hard and shiny. “Perhaps you need to find me a pokegirl battle soon. I’m suddenly feeling a powerful urge to hurt someone.”
“I’ll see what I can do after we get to the Jerrik Ranch.”
Lamya was much improved this morning. She was fairly alert, but was still either unwilling or unable to talk.
It was interesting to note that Maeve stayed angry until Devon put her in her pokeball. As he traveled, Devon updated his notes on her behavior.
***
With a soft pop, Maeve appeared. She looked around. They were in a small room, with a pallet laid out on the floor. A tiny window looked outside. Devon sat on the floor, a thin towel wrapped around his waist. His blue hair spilled over his shoulders and long angry red lines ran over his right cheek and down his chest.
“What happened to your face?” She experimentally touched one of the scratches.
“I fell.” Devon obviously didn’t want to talk about it.
The window rattled. Curious, Maeve peered out. It looked like a hurricane was raging outside. Through the driving rain she could barely make out trees being whipped into a fury by the wind.
“How long did you hike through that?”
“Long enough.” He glanced at the flat look she was giving him. “Almost three hours.”
She sat down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. A finger traced one of the red lines down his chest. “Lost another shirt, didn’t you?”
“Aye. That I did. I’ve arranged for a delivery of stuff tomorrow from home. There should be some shirts.”
She slid a handful of his hair through her hands. “Your hair looks good down like that. But it’s too long.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Tamers aren’t supposed to have longer hair than their pokegirls. It’s the rule.”
“That’s a new rule to me. In any case, I’m not going to cut it. Guess that means you’ll have to grow yours out.”
Devon stood up and pulled Maeve to her feet. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. The bath is through that door.” He dropped his towel and headed for the door to the bath. Maeve admired the play of the muscles beneath his skin as he walked. He turned and looked at her with a grin. “Last person in the tub doesn’t get any oral sex tonight.” He dashed for the door.
“Hey!” Maeve raced after him.
***
Devon let Lamya out of her pokeball for dinner, which took place in a quiet room where just the three of them were eating. He watched her carefully as she picked up a bowl and started filling it with the vegetable stew their host had served.
“This room seems too small to be the dining room for a ranch.” Maeve waved her spoon to indicate the room. “Are they afraid that I’ll get in a fight with the breeders?” Her voice was tense and anger simmered in her tone.
Lamya eyed Maeve as the Mini-Top spoke. Devon smiled as the Witch rose to her feet, still holding her bowl, and moved behind him, putting him between her and Maeve. She sat down and promptly went back to eating.
“Relax. They’ve made me eat alone since I was thirteen.”
Maeve was staring over his shoulder at Lamya. “Hey! She moved.” Her eyes narrowed. “I see she thinks you’ll protect her from me.”
“Right now I will.” He could feel Lamya stop eating and he could almost feel her concentrating on what he was saying. “At this point you are my Alpha, Maeve, and I’m quite confident that my Alpha wouldn’t dream of taking any ire that she might be feeling out on any of her harem sisters if it wasn’t their fault.” His voice grew firm. “Aren’t you?”
“I guess not.” Maeve’s voice was sulky. Devon felt Lamya relax.
Devon was surprised when Lamya ran a tentative finger down his spine. His groin tightened in response.
Maeve didn’t notice, but her words suggested to him that she was thinking along the same lines as Devon. It pleased him that she might be starting to think like an Alpha should, especially since right now he didn’t have anyone to replace her if she couldn’t do the job. “Are you going to tame her tonight?” The finger traced back up. Devon barely suppressed a shiver.
“I’m going to wait and tame her tomorrow if I think she is ready.” The finger stopped. “That way she and I have all day to work through any problems she might have.” The finger made a slow circle and started back down.
“Devon, I thought you were going to find me a pokegirl battle. Will you have time to do that and take care of Lamya?”
Devon shook his head. “It wouldn’t matter if I did. According to forecasts, the storm isn’t going to break for another day at least, and Jerrik doesn’t have an indoor arena. I thought you could use the time to rest, and try to get over being mad.” He reached out and touched Maeve’s cheek with his hand, pleased when she pressed back against his touch. “Trust me, I intend to fully test out both you and Lamya before we go into a real battle. Full sex and combat battle testing is most definitely on the agenda. Jerrik has some security pokegirls who should be capable of testing your abilities and he’s already agreed to let us use them.
“So, weather permitting, you’ll get at least one good workout the day after tomorrow.”
Maeve pressed her lips against his palm. “I guess that will have to do.” She frowned and pulled away. “What did you say about eating alone?”
“I said that they’ve made me eat this way for a while.”
“You said ever since you were thirteen.” Her eyes widened. “They’ve heard the story. It’s not me they’re afraid of. It’s you.”
***
Devon sat on the floor of his room with Lamya sitting next to him. They’d just finished breakfast and he’d put Maeve into her pokeball. He scooted himself around to face Lamya.
“Master.” Lamya ducked her head as she spoke. Devon decided to put a stop to that right now.
His voice was gentle. “Lamya, look at me.” She looked up at him without raising her head. It would do for now. “Better.” He gave her a smile. “How are you feeling?”
She blinked and burst into tears. Devon gave a wry smile as he gathered her into his arms and held her close. Witches were supposed to be high strung, but he hadn’t expected quite this much emotion.
She cried for quite a while. When she’d tapered off to quiet supping, he stroked her hair. It felt like silk beneath his fingers. “Do you feel like talking now?” She nodded against his now sodden shirt.
He tried again. “How do you feel?” He tried to prepare himself for more crying.
He shouldn’t have worried. “I’m frightened, master,” she replied in a small voice. “This shouldn’t be happening. I’m too old for threshold.”
“Do you remember what happened?”
“I think so. I was told to inventory the Technical Trainers in the storeroom. It’s one of those jobs they give research students to make sure we know our places. And I think Dr. Armbrust was upset with me.” She pressed her face against his chest. “You’re chest is all wet.”
Devon pushed her away long enough to strip off his shirt, then gathered her back against him. She rubbed her face against his skin like a cat scent marking. “That’s better.” She giggled. “Dr. Armbrust would be so angry if he could see us.”
“Why?” Devon wanted to keep her talking, and it didn’t matter about what. Talking helped her to fully reintegrate her personality. In addition, her face felt warm and wonderful against his chest. He didn’t want her to move away from him.
“As the director, Dr. Armbrust is a powerful man at the Institute. He’s not used to having women tell him no. When he came on to me, I refused his advances.” She nibbled his chest gently. Devon wasn’t sure she was even aware of her actions. “I wasn’t a pokegirl then and I told him so. Human women have to be much more careful. One mistake and you’ve got a baby. I don’t think Dr. Armbrust would have been happy becoming a father and I could tell already I did not want to be tied to him.”
“Just getting my degree had been an uphill battle from the beginning. I’m from the Blood continent, in part of what used to be India before it was destroyed. After the war was over, things went back to the way they’ve been for thousands of years. Women once more were expected to raise babies and take care of the men and nothing more.
“It was even harder for me to go to school because my family wasn’t Brahmin. We were of the Kshatriya caste. In the past that was a caste of warriors. Today it produces the vast majority of the Tamers that help to keep the feral populations of pokegirls under control. Kshatriya women are expected keep the household while their husbands tame.”
“Members of castes that aren’t expected to produce scholars find it exceedingly difficult to get a higher education. For women it is even more difficult.”
“Even my father was against my going to school until my mothers pointed out that it would increase my marriage prospects greatly.”
“My family has a history of producing Witches. My great grandmother was an Elementalist. Eleven of my sisters and all three of my aunts became Witches and were sold to ranches. It provides a steady income to my family, and I think my father was upset that I did not go through Threshold at puberty.”
“By allowing me an education, he could hope that my husband wouldn’t expect a large dowry, as I could earn enough money for the family while we were married to make up for a reduced dowry.”
She pushed away from Devon and sat up, looking him directly in the eyes. Her eyes were wide. “That’s it. I think I remember what happened. I was inventorying a box of fighting Technique Trainers when I saw one that didn’t belong there. I picked it up, and it activated.”
“Do you remember what it was?” This would be a good point for a memory test.
Devon watched her concentrate. “Rune chain! It was a rune chain T2.”
“That could do it,” Devon murmured. “Rune chain is a magic based attack. I wonder if you learned to perform the attack from the T2 or if it just acted as a catalyst?”
She thought hard. “I’m not sure.”
“We’ll find out tomorrow or if not whenever I get to see you in battle. Do you remember anything else?”
She laughed. “Yes. Dr. Armbrust tried to tame me after I Thresholded. He thought that since I couldn’t move, I couldn’t resist him.” Her eyes grew wicked. “He got a nasty shock. My Witch’s Curse got him when he tried to posses my body.” At Devon’s curious look she smiled. “Let’s just say that from the neck down, he’s completely bald.” Her laugh was ugly with hate.
Devon sighed. “Remind me not to aggravate you. Do you remember what your name was before your threshold.”
She sobered, her blue eyes darkening. “Yes.” She shook herself. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m not Chandrakanta anymore. She died the day that I became a Witch. I am Lamya now. I’m a pokegirl.”
Lamya suddenly changed the topic. “Was what you spoke to me that first day the truth?” She looked at him shyly. A blush crept over her cheeks and down her throat. Devon had to pull his mind from the question of how far down her body it went. “That was the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a long time. When you told me what my name meant, I mean.” She looked down at the floor.
“I don’t know if you would know this but I wasn’t allowed to have any contact with men while I was growing up, and to have dated in college would have ended my career before it started. Most schools are very strict about that sort thing. My father would also have been worried that I would become corrupted.” She bobbed her head again. “Spiritual corruption is what he was of course concerned about. In his eyes, being a woman meant that it was highly likely that I had already been physically corrupted.”
“I intended to go to my wedding bed a virgin.” She looked up at him, her gaze filled with heat. “Now I won’t have a wedding, but I am still untouched by any man or woman.”
Devon was stunned. Of all the things he’d considered, a virgin pokegirl wasn’t one of them. Turning Lamya down was not an option that he was going to waste a single moment considering. He gave her the lust filled smile men have given women throughout time. Lamya flushed scarlet at the look in his eyes. “I think we can do something about that,” he said.
Devon moved over to the sleeping pallet and patted the spot next to him. Lamya joined him slowly.
“May I presume that you are familiar with the basic mechanics of sex?”
“Yes, master. I’ve done some reading on the subject,” she replied with a mysterious smile. She met his eyes bravely even as she blushed again. “I’ve also experimented with masturbation.” She watched him closely, obviously awaiting his response.
Devon smiled. “Good.” She relaxed. “Lamya, by the way, my name is Devon.”
“I couldn’t call you that. I’m your pokegirl, master.”
“Technically you would have to if I ordered it. But I’m not going to do that. I want you to call me whatever you are comfortable with. In the future, I would like you to know that if you do decide that you want to call me Devon, you already have my permission.” He smiled. “You could even call me by my nickname. DJ.”
“I’m sure I could never be that informal, master. But I will remember what you said.”
“I thought that we could start with my getting undressed.” He looked down at his bare chest. “Well, the rest of the way.” She giggled. “This way you can see what I look like and can touch me if you want. I won’t touch you until you tell me you are ready. I promise.”
“That would be nice, master.” She grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Devon stared.
Her skin was flawless. Her high, proud breasts peeked out from behind her hair, which had fallen in artful disarray around her as her shirt came off. He regained the power of speech as she reached for her cutoffs.
“Not that I mind but, uh, wasn’t I the one who was going to get undressed?”
Lamya leaned back and slipped her shorts off of her legs as she replied. “Yes master. But these are the only clothes I have and last night Maeve warned me about how you ripped your clothes off your first time with her.” She sat back up, sitting cross legged. “I’m sure you have seen many naked women before.” She gave him a quirky smile. “If I were a human woman, I’d be more modest, but I’m just a pokegirl now. Modesty is unbecoming in a pokegirl.”
Devon was still stunned by her beauty. Later he would be concerned by her state of mind.
She laughed delightedly. “You think I’m pretty!”
“You are without a doubt one of the most beautiful pokegirls or humans I’ve ever seen.” Devon’s voice was soft. His blood began to burn.
“Do you still think my lips are my best feature?” Her look was coy, but not the slightest bit shy. She licked them. Devon’s gaze was riveted on her full sensuous lips. “You do!” She looked down the line of his body. “I thought you were going to get undressed so I could see you, master.” She breathed the last word sensuously. “I thought you were going to get nnnaaakkkkeeddd.”
“If you don’t stop that, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to control myself.”
She giggled again. Devon deliberately concentrated on slowly removing the rest of his clothes. She sat and watched him, twisting her torso slowly from side to side. Her hair swayed alternately covering and then revealing her breasts. Her nipples were hard from the stimulation. He was hard from the stimulation. It made taking his pants off – difficult.
“Would you like me to lie down now?”
“In a moment, master. What I would prefer is that you stand first. I would like to see all of you.”
Devon slid to his feet. “Please turn around.” He complied, slowly turning in a circle. Lamya’s hands stroked the muscles of his legs and ass. His cock jumped in time with his heart.
She touched it with a fingertip. “It’s soft, like fine linen.” She slid her fingers around the shaft and stroked slowly. Devon swallowed. “I thought it would be hard, like ivory or wood.” She looked up at him, her gaze filling with heat. “Or like a dildo. But then, in a way, it is.”
“I would like you to lie down now, master, if you would.” Devon hastily complied.
Lamya started by tracing her fingers over his ears and face. She leaned over, breathing deeply of his hair. Devon shivered as her hair slid over his face and stared up at the breast hanging over him. It seemed to call to him. He closed his eyes. There was a grating noise.
Devon opened his eyes again as Lamya sat up with a curious expression. They both looked down at his hands, where the sound had come from. There were long scratches in the wood.
Lamya giggled and picked up his right hand. She turned it over. “Maeve told me about this.” She examined his palm. “Very catlike. The trigger should be right around here.” She pressed a point in his palm and his claws slid out. They slid back in when she let up on the pressure. Devon was shocked.
“I didn’t know anyone could do that.”
Lamya rubbed his palm against her face. “Maeve told me that never once have you hurt her with these.” She kissed his fingertips. They tingled at the touch of her lips. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”
Lamya placed his hand back on the floor and gently grasped his cock. He made a noise low in the back of his throat. She smiled and leaned forward, inhaling his scent. Her mouth opened and she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock.
Devon’s claws dug into the floor again. She smile mischievously and then sat back up.
“I know I’m being cruel to you, master, but I want to know what you like.” She gazed down at him. “It is easier to do these things than I thought it would be.” She suddenly leaned forward and placed a kiss on the head of his cock. Sitting back up again, she continued “I just think about all of the things my mothers told me that good girls don’t do and I do them.” Her gaze began to smolder. “That must make me a bad girl. Bad girls like to be touched. I think I would like it if you touched me now.”
Devon blinked at the sudden change of topic, but that didn’t stop him from taking her in his arms and laying her down on the pallet. He leaned over her.
“Since you’ve tasted me, it’s only fair that I taste you.” He leaned down and slowly ran his tongue over her lips. She shivered. He kissed her forehead gently, then her eyelids and cheeks before kissing her lips.
Lamya moaned softly into his mouth as her lips parted and his tongue darted in. He broke the kiss and trailed a line of kisses down her jaw and to her throat. He sealed his lips around the great artery that pulsed in her throat and bit down gently. She moaned again, more loudly.
Devon slid down her body and blew gently on a nipple. Lamya gasped. His lips gently captured it. She shuddered and groaned. Delicately, he took the nipple in his teeth. Lamya’s eyes rolled up in her head and her body spasmed. He moved over to the other nipple and sucked it, hard.
Lamya squeaked. Devon glanced up. Her eyes were closed and her hands were clenched into little fists as her body trembled. He released her nipple and she made an unhappy noise. So he sucked her nipple hard again. She squeaked.
Devon hid a smile as he kissed his way down to her stomach. The muscles here were flat and firm. He licked her belly with long broad strokes. She whimpered. “Tickles,” she breathed.
“In a bad way?”
“Nooooo,” she moaned. Devon chuckled and gave her stomach one last kiss.
His hands parted her legs and he slid between them. Lamya raised her head to watch him.
Her thighs were soaked with her juices. Devon carefully licked his way up them, cleaning them as he approached her opening. There was a thump as Lamya’s head fell back.
Devon gently ran his tongue up her pussy. She tasted spicy and warm. She squeaked again.
Devon sealed his lips around her clitoris and stroked it with his tongue. She cried out, a single note that grew louder and louder under his ministrations until with a final cry, her body arched and she collapsed.
Devon raised his head slightly. “Lamya?” She’d fainted.
He smiled and lowered his mouth back to her pussy. His tongue slid slowly inside her. She moaned loudly and stirred. He kept licking until her eyes opened languidly.
Devon slid up her body and covered her lips with his. She returned his kiss hungrily. He rubbed his cock against her opening and slowly started forcing it inside.
She was very tight and hot. It was like sliding his way into hot honey. Lamya arched beneath him. Her breath came out in a long hiss.
His cock bumped her cervix and she gasped. Devon reversed his stroke and pulled almost all of the way out of her. She moaned and draped her legs over his hips to keep him from going any further.
Devon began driving into her, slowly increasing the speed of his thrusts. He could feel his own orgasm beginning to approach.
Lamya moaned in time to his thrusts until he found the pace her body needed. He was rewarded when she suddenly switched to that single note which grew louder and louder until it was a shriek. Her pussy suddenly clamped down on his cock, sending him over the edge. Hot lava spilled from his cock into her womb and her legs wrapped around him, holding him in place as her lower body rose up, driving itself against him.
Then she went limp. Devon eased her down to the pallet as her breathing slowed. He carefully reached up and gently lifted one of her eyelids. The pupil was a pinprick, surrounded by a sea of blue.
He carefully slid out of her and snuggled her close. A short time later she began to softly snore.