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as his cock throbbed against her tongue. Zoa met the motion with a long, languid lick. She could taste herself on him, sweet and heady, and she took a sharp breath of her own. She ran her lips up and down his shaft as he groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair. However, Zoa’s mind was only half on the captain’s pleasure. Her true focus was on the man behind the curtain.
    She teased the captain with her tongue, arching her back as he pressed into her, desperate to go faster. But Zoa kept her achingly slow pace, making sure her backside was always to the door, her slit dripping and unclaimed, ready for Jeric if only he could get the courage to come in. She knew he was desperate. Even in the haze of lust that throbbed through the building, she could feel Jeric’s need burning brighter than any other, frantic and frustrated and quickly approaching the point of no return. She moaned into the captain, sliding her lips across his rock-hard member, sending her own lust in waves toward Jeric as the captain clung to the balcony railing so hard the wood creaked.
    And then, over the captain’s panting and the moans from the lovemaking below, Zoa heard the quiet whisper of the curtain being pushed back. Leather boots creaked softly on the floorboards, and then hands, large and warm, touched her back gently, almost hesitantly, and a hard, burning heat pressed against her opening.
    “Please,” Jeric’s whisper was ragged, desperate. “Please…”
    Zoa arched with pleasure at the feel of his hot, throbbing cock pressed against her most sensitive part. Then, without even looking at him, she gave her consent in the simplest way possible. She pushed back against him, sliding his throbbing length into her waiting entrance.
    He filled her with a desperate cry. Jeric’s cock thrust into her, stretching her to the very back, and every inch of it brought a lightning thrill. As an Avatar of Dezira, one of the Moon’s Own, Zoa’s experience with pleasure of all types was extensive, and yet the intensity of having Jeric inside her with all his pent-up power blew everything else away. He pounded against her like a starving man, his cock worshiping her, stroking her even as his hands and mouth moved restlessly over her back, his touch leaving burning trails across her skin.
    Captain Izar’s eyes widened when he saw Jeric suddenly there, slamming into Zoa from behind with an expression torn between absolute joy and pure terror, but then the captain’s looks darkened and his cock in Zoa’s mouth grew harder than ever. She was stretched out between them now, dark Jeric supporting her lower half and the golden captain holding her front. She felt taut as a bowstring, pleasure ripping up and down her with each stroke until she was shaking with it. Deep in her stomach, a beautiful, throbbing heat was building, but then, just when she was on the verge, the captain stopped.
    He gripped her arms and pulled her mouth away, leaving her gasping. Jeric’s pounding slowed as well, and they both looked at Izar, who was grinning like a cat.
    “Not so fast,” the captain said. “I came too quick before. Now I intend to make the most of this. Jeric?” He looked across her at his second. “Are you in this for good?”
    Jeric, still panting, almost laughed. “For better or for worse, Captain.”
    The captain’s grin widened. “Then let’s make this a night for all of us to remember.”
    With that, he pulled Zoa up, yet kept her close to Jeric so that his cock, which was still throbbing hard inside of her, did not slip out. It was no small feat, for Zoa, her mind clouded with lust, was in no shape to help him. But Captain Izar was stronger than he looked. He lifted her like a doll and turned her around, sliding her along Jeric’s hardness until she was facing the lieutenant head on and they were both panting. Then, when she was in position, the captain slid in behind her, his slick cock pressed against her ass, the wet head sliding against the