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step over to the robed woman and take something from her hands. He quickly returned after muttering his thanks.

He lifted his hand, showing her the silken material. A moment of panic washed over her before she quickly quelled it, knowing that she must be blindfolded for the next part of the mating ritual.

Sayre’s voice echoed through the glen, bouncing off the mystical stones. “For the ritual you will be blindfolded. You must give yourself over to us, mind, body, and soul.”

She swallowed nervously, then nodded her agreement. Within seconds she was shrouded in darkness, unable to see what happened around her. All she could do was wait for the next part of the ceremony.

Just thinking about pleasuring her men, taking their thick cocks in her mouth and swallowing their seed, made her nipples harder. Rough fingers grasped a pebbled nipple between his fingers and twisted. The pleasure-pain made her groan. She bit her lip, desperate and hungry. Needy. A warm mouth covered the tip of her breast. Another mouth latched onto her other breast. She wanted to reach out, run her fingers through her mates’

hair, hold them to her, but all she could do was accept their attention.

Fire zipped down her spine. Her woman’s 81

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cream seeped from her pussy, preparing her cunt for her mates. They didn’t tell her not to make noise. It was one rule they never tried to implement. They probably knew it would be unfair to expect her to remain silent during such an onslaught.

Fingers delved into the moist flesh between her legs. She squirmed on the altar, raising her hips, grinding against them as she sought her release. Only a few more strokes and she would finally have sweet release. On the edge of climax, the fingers left her. Warm breath caressed her thighs and she gasped. Her flesh tingled as hot air bathed her erect clit. A warm wet tongue delved between her folds, suckled on her clit.

She felt one of her men straddle her chest, felt a hard cock press against her lips. She knew what was required, looked forward to pleasuring her men.

“Suck my cock,
la nisa
.” Fane’s voice grated was low, rough with need and desire. It made her feel powerful, strong.

Laynee opened her mouth, wanting, no needing, to feel Fane’s cock between her lips. Even blinded, she’d know Fane’s cock, the texture of it, the length and width. She could picture it in her mind exactly. She knew his very scent. She laved the weeping slit, swirled her tongue around the head, tasting his pre-cum. When his groans 82