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    cock as she swallowed—moaning deep in her throat—and a hard shudder traveled
    from his head to his toes.
    “Please, wench, please!” he begged. The sensation was sheer torture—exquisite
    though it was. “No more please!”
    “I think you’re hurting him, Aureolin,” Argent said softly.
    Blondie sat up, letting his cock slide limply from her mouth. She licked her
    glistening lips.
    “Oh sweet, merciful Alel,” Eanan groaned at seeing that innocent act.
    “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Reaper,” she apologized.
    He turned his head but there was no way to escape the eyes on him. He looked into
    Red’s green gaze and she smiled gently at him.
    “I am aching to taste you, warrior,” she told him.
    He groaned helplessly and looked back at Argent.
    “I will be the one to be your first mate then Corallin will have you,” Argent said,
    and at her sisters’ protest, she held up a hand and spoke clearly and firmly, brooking no
    argument. “It is my right as kied er ny gheddyn, firstborn. I claim him first and it will be
    my maidenhead that will blood his stalwart body.” She stared into his eyes. “Then I will
    taste your seed, warrior. I will suckle you.”
    Eanan whimpered for already his body was beginning to react to the seductive
    words.
    “You will like it, Argent,” Blondie stated. “I did.”
    “Warrior?” Red asked, drawing his eyes back to her. “I’ve a question.”
    Weakly he rolled his head toward her. “Aye?” he managed to croak.
    “Where Aureolin touched you, did that give you such pleasure that you could not
    stop the spurting of your seed so forcefully?”
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    A strange expression akin to pain passed over the Reaper’s face. “Aye,” he
    answered, and realized he had just sentenced himself to being poked and prodded in
    the ass any time the little sweethearts wanted to invade him. He moaned again and
    mumbled something about the gods helping him.
    “Could you…?” Red lowered her voice as though her sisters couldn’t hear her.
    “Could you put your cock in my hole like she put her finger in yours? Would it fit?”
    “You’re killing me here, wench,” he complained. “Have you women no idea what
    such talk does to a man?”
    “I can see perfectly well what it is doing to you, warrior,” Argent answered,
    glancing down at his cock—a recalcitrant muscle that was coming alive much too soon
    and far too eagerly.
    “You didn’t answer, Eanan. Can you put your cock in me there?”
    He nodded. “Aye, Red, but it will hurt.”
    “Oh, don’t tell her that,” Blondie snorted.
    “I wouldn’t mind,” the redhead said with a grin.
    “Merciful Alel, take me now before they turn me into a shriveled husk,” he whined.
    Argent shooed her sisters off the bed. “Go. Let him have a moment of rest.”
    “Why?” the two asked in tandem.
    “Because I don’t think either of you should be here when he takes me and that is
    what is going to happen very soon now.” She gave them an arched brow. “Go sit in the
    corner with your backs to the bed and wait your turns.”
    “Why can’t we watch?” Red asked.
    “Because I don’t want you to!” Argent snapped. “I want him all to myself. Once
    we’ve each had him then we can watch one another, share his body. One can suckle him
    while one kisses him and another plies his nipples since he seems to like that, but I
    think he will be more at ease if we do this first taking one at a time.” She looked down
    at him. “Isn’t that the way of it, warrior?”
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    “Aye,” he mumbled, knowing full well what he thought and felt didn’t matter.
    “So go,” Argent ordered. “And don’t let me see you peeking!” She waited until her
    sisters had moved off then stretched out beside Eanan, her front to his side. “Now tell
    me what I need to do to make this a pleasant experience for you, warrior.”
    He stared into her silver-colored eyes and felt himself falling in love for the