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 The Love Server - Part 3 - Him

   He changed directions with his hand when he saw her face.  Her eyes went
wide and she looked slightly confused and ...  something else.  He wondered
if she'd ever come before tonight.  He removed her hand from the wet spot
under them, putting his own in its place.  He patted the spot, then slowly
and firmly drove two of his fingers up into her cunt.  She threw her head
back at once, moaning and wriggling on his hand.  Within seconds, she was
screaming and squirting again.  His hand was soaked.  He grabbed her by the
hair, making her look at him.  He licked his fingers, one by one, before
palming more liquid from between her thighs and bringing it to his mouth.
He didn't know whether she understood, but she was definitely more relaxed.


   Still gripping her hair, he pulled her forward.  She immediately stuffed
as much of him into her mouth as she could.  She repeatedly raised her head
to spit on the swollen head, making the length of him wet enough for her
mouth to slide up and down smoothly.  When the tip of his cock hit the back
of her throat, he moaned and jerked upward, pushing the entire head into
her throat.  She gagged and pulled back, but went right back to trying,
uselessly, to swallow all of him.  He enjoyed watching her efforts, even
pumping his hips and feeling that slight twist in his belly again whenever
she would look up to meet his eyes.  What she couldn't fit in her mouth,
she stroked with a hand.  She took breathers, sucking at his balls and
grazing his sides and stomach with her nails.  Seeing that she was tiring,
he sat up and turned her underneath him again.  He laid atop her, kissing
her mouth, her neck, her breasts, sucking on the hard points while she
moaned and twisted her fingers through his hair.  He reached between them
and slid two fingers into her, and when she began to fuck his hand, he slid
in a third.  When his hand moved easily inside her again, he removed it,
positioning himself at her hole.  She tensed, but threw her legs wide,
inviting him in.  He entered a little more easily this time, she gasped
instead of screaming.  Encouraged, he watched her face as he moved forward.
She seemed to stretch around him, opening, welcoming.  Little more than
three quarters of his length was pulsing inside her tightness when he met
resistance.  He began a slow rhythm then, increasing tempo when she wrapped
her legs around his back.  She held him tightly and was tossing her head
from side to side.  She moaned deep in her throat and began to fuck him
back, striving for the moment, he knew, that she didn't even know how to
reach, except by instinct.  When her screams came, his body took over; his
mind was lost to all but the need to bury himself in her.  He felt the rest
of his cock buried in her heat and his teeth found her tender skin.  He
growled while he bit her and when he came, he shouted, his head thrown
back, his eyes closed, his body rigid.

   When he came around, her room was lit from outside - the sun was higher
in the morning sky than he liked.  He would have to hurry to meet the team
riding out for the hunt.  It wasn't exactly against any law to spend the
night in a Love Server's room, but it was frowned upon.  Plus, now he was
late.  He took his time, anyway, looking at her body.  It had given him the
most pleasurable experience he'd had since he'd come to manhood and began
visiting the village's Love Servers.  He didn't really understand what made
it different, and he would have a lot of time on the trip to try to make
sense of it.  As his eyes lingered on her beautiful face, he noticed the
now purplish bruises he'd left on her neck with his teeth.  It gave him
some satisfaction to know that she would not be used in his absence.  He
shook himself, wondering where the hell that thought had come from, and
began to dress.  She stirred as he buckled his belt and woke fully as he
tied his shoes.  She stared at him with wide eyes for a moment.  "What's
your name?" He asked.  "Cypress." She whispered before sprinting behind a
curtain, where he heard water splashing.  He left her room, mounted his
horse and took off at a full gallop.