Eventually Willow was able to crawl from the collapsed bodies of the males surrounding her. Retreating to a far wall to sit with her head slumped against it. Her body covered in sweat and, from the way she moved, aching from head to toe. I couldn’t blame her. They’d all been at it for hours. Male after male, climbing under her, over her, stroking into her mouth. Using every crevice and mound of her body to sate their desperate need for her. I’d never seen anything like it. She’d endured it, seemingly enjoying it, until everyone of them had collapsed into a pile around her. Her arms and legs trembled from the exertion, and she was trying to say something through a raw throat. “What?” I leaned down to hear her. Catching the smell of sex all over her. “Water.” I rushed to where Warlord kept a pitcher near the window and brought it over. Helping Willow get it to her lips where she gurgled thirstily. Sloshin
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