table of food and drink. This meant they weren’t yet leaving, and therefore weren’t finished with her. She shivered and swallowed hard, then turned her thoughts to Zaren.
She prayed his fever would break soon, and that they’d be able to leave. How they’d do that, she wasn’t completely certain—but Jane was resourceful. She’d find a way. And with Zaren’s amazing strength and abilities…
Jane pushed away a thump of uncertainty. Even if—no, when… it must be when— he did come out of the fever, she didn’t know how soon he’d be recovered enough to help make their escape. If they had to go on foot, they would, but it would—
Someone touched her from behind and Jane froze, trembling. Rough hands, dark and insistent, were fumbling with the ties at her wrists. They were freeing her?
Jane quelled the surge of hope as Ulma climbed onto the altar-bed in front of her. She lay on her back, legs spread, arm shifted up behind her head. Her wet, pink pussy glistened, open and exposed, arranged directly in front of Jane.
Deren finished untying her wrists, and Jane—perched on the edge of the bed—would have lost her balance if he hadn’t curled an arm around her belly from behind. His fingers twitched up to cup her breast even as his half-mast cock bumped against the bottom of her arse. He pinched and rolled her nipple, biting none too gently at the tendon on the side of her neck.
Jane felt an unwelcome surge of lust as he played with her nipple, teasing it back into its hard, sensitive point, and ground his hips into her from behind. The familiar heat of arousal trammeled through her, making her knees tremble and her mouth go dry. Her little pearl was already throbbing and ready, and now it swelled and stretched as if ready to burst.
On the bed in front of them, Ulma stroked herself. Spreading her nether lips wide, she used the full width of her four fingers to stroke and smooth over the slickness of her quim. Jane couldn’t look away, and her breath caught as her own pip filled and throbbed even more, tight and sharp with frustration.
Deren’s cock was hard once again, and it prodded her arse cleft, dripping with its own sticky juices. His breath was harsh and hot in her ear as he reached around to touch her ready quim. When he felt her wetness, Deren groaned in her ear and began to slide his fingers around. Jane shuddered, trembling and quivering as he played with her—stroking and slipping while he pressed his cock into her from behind. She came almost immediately, surging an orgasm wet and hard against his hand, and sagged in his arms.
With a sharp sound of frustration, he released her with a little shove. Unable to keep her balance, Jane pitched forward, the ropes around her ankles twisting and giving enough so she fell onto her hands…right on top of Ulma.
Before Jane had the chance to recover, the woman had her hands on her breasts and was massaging them and fondling them. Propped on her hands, still tied by her spread ankles, Jane had nowhere to go as she was subjected to these caresses.
Deren was still there, and he grabbed her hips, positioning himself thigh to thigh behind her. Jane gasped when she felt his cock probing her…not in her dripping, ready quim, but in her arse—in the place Kellan Darkdale had taken her. She tried to pull away, but Ulma had one breast in her mouth, and was playing with the other one—using her fingers to tease the tip into a hard point—and Jane was held in position as Deren pulled her arse cheeks wide and pushed himself slowly inside her.
She gasped and arched at the unfamiliar, strangely arousing sensation of being filled there. He made another of those sharp sounds, then moved in even further. Jane bit her lip, her body shivering with the sensation, her eyes squeezed closed, her breath coming in short, hard gasps.
He filled her, then reached around to touch her pip. At that unexpected brush of sensation, Jane exploded into another blinding orgasm. She