The Trikingdom
Chapter 10
Duke Kalas woke up in his own bed for the first time in months. It was good to be home; he found he missed it more than he could have imagined. He glanced to the side and saw that his wife was still sleeping so he quietly slipped out of bed, his morning erection bouncing as he headed in the direction of the washroom to take a piss. He had only taken a few steps when the door to their chambers opened and the slave Lina entered. She walked quietly, but upon seeing Kalas she quickened her pace and approached him.
"Is there anything I can do for you master?" she questioned, licking her lips as she took in his nude form.
"No Lina, I just need to relieve myself," he answered trying to move around her.
She fell to her knees dramatically and looked up at him expectantly. "Please, master, let me take care of that for you," she said enthusiastically opening her mouth wide. He stared at her speechlessly for several moments as he realized what she was suggesting. "I only wish to serve you as best I can," Lina said after he didn't speak or move.
"Leave him alone Lina," Kalas heard his wife say from behind him. He let out a sigh of relief knowing that she would rescue him. For some reason Lina seemed to obey his wife more than she did him. He wasn't sure if it was because the slave was overawed by an empowered woman, or if it had to do with some sort of slave pecking order that occurred in Remar.
Careena reluctantly dragged herself out of bed and marched over to the kneeling slave. Lina was staring at her nudity which made Careena a bit self conscious but she took a deep breath and calmed herself. She wondered what the slave woman must think, since they insisted she always wear clothes, but at the moment she didn't care.
"Get up off of your knees Lina," Careena said. The young slave slowly got to her feet, but here eyes never left Careena's lower half. Careena looked down at herself to see what had riveted the other woman's attention and saw dried cum on the inside of her thighs. The duchess blushed with embarrassment but quickly recovered. Of course there was cum on her thighs; she and Kalas had made love every night since they had been reunited and the past night had been no different. "Go back to your room and wait for one of us to get you," Careena snapped.
"Yes Duchess," Lina said with her head lowered. She left the room sullenly and Duke Kalas breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm not sure she's ever going to integrate into normal society," he said.
"You can't think like that, my love," Careena replied. "Look how far she's come in such a short time. She wears clothes and even stopped calling you 'master' in public. It's going to take time, but she'll get there."
"Are you sure your way is the right way?" he asked.
Careena frowned for a moment. "No, I'm not, but it makes the most sense." She had asked Cilas how he had managed to get Zella integrated in such a short amount of time and he had explained how it was all a ruse. He had just ordered her to behave in the way she saw other women behaving. He made her study their speech and mannerisms so that she could duplicate it perfectly. He said he hoped that over time she would gradually adopt them as her own. Careena had Kalas do the same with Lina and it seemed to be working. She was wearing clothes, and in public she was indistinguishable from the other servants, but in private she reverted back to her slave mentality.
Kalas grunted, and then headed to take his piss. Careena thought about just dressing but decided she'd regret it later. The dried cum wasn't bothering her now, but when it started to flake off under her clothing it would become an annoyance. She followed her husband into the washroom and looked regretfully at the basin of cold water. They had ordered their servants not to wake them this morning, so no one had brought warm water.
She reluctantly cleaned herself with the cold water and then dressed. As she was putting her clothes on she felt overwhelming gratefulness at being home. It was remarkable how something so small, like being able to wear your own familiar clothes, could invoke an emotional response. She looked around the room and smiled; she felt as if she were a little girl again, wrapped in her mother's loving embrace.
Kalas emerged from the washroom and pulled his own clothes on while she watched. She liked watching him move; the way his muscles seemed to slide under his skin was intoxicating. She was getting wet as she looked at him and had to mentally get her emotions under control; they had a city to run.
They exited their room together and Careena made him go with her to get Lina. He rolled his eyes as the slave joined them, following a few steps behind. The eye rolling was more in mock annoyance but Careena jabbed him in the ribs anyway to inform him to stop.
Their first stop was to the dining hall to for breakfast. Cilas and Zella were already there finishing their meal. Cilas was his usual chipper self, but Careena noted that Zella looked exhausted and when she reached for another roll the duchess spied a large bruise on the former slave's forearm. Anger flared through her and she was sure it showed on her face briefly, but she contained it quickly. She would deal with the assassin later.
Cilas and Zella were soon finished and the first to leave. Careena watched their interaction, trying to see if there was any indication that the little man was abusing her, but she couldn't sense anything from their body language. She was determined to find out what was going on later that night.
After the duke and duchess finished eating Careena convinced Kalas to start receiving the petitioners on his own. "What will you be doing while I enjoy the pleasure of listening to which farmer's cow destroyed which farmer's crops?" he asked playfully.
"I'm going to meet briefly with our new artist," she said. Kalas gave her a sour look. "Don't worry, I only want to avoid an embarrassing situation later," she explained. "Imagine what could happen if we accidentally ran into each other. He doesn't know I'm the duchess and he may let something slip out about what happened on the ship."
"I suppose you're right," Kalas said with a sigh, "but make it quick, and no funny business."
Careena laughed at her husband gently. "I have no intention of having sex with young Jaco ever again, my love," she assured him. "I instructed Cilas to have him waiting in your study for me. I'll bring Lina with me if that will make you feel more comfortable," she said.
"I suppose it would," he said. "Bring her with you, but make sure the young man knows to keep his mouth shut."
"I'll let him know what my big, strong husband will do to him if his tongue wags," she replied with a laugh. "To make it up to you, I'll hear all the petitioners this afternoon. I know you're eager to visit your Paladin temple and see how much progress has been made."
"I knew there was a reason I loved you," he said putting his arm around her.
"Oh, I thought it was because of my large breasts and tight bottom," she responded.
"I really hadn't noticed," he teased, "but now that you mention it, I do rather like that about you."
They went to their separate directions and Kalas ordered Lina to follow the duchess. He tried to think of her as just another servant, but it was hard considering the way she behaved around him. He was glad that the young woman seemed to respond favorably to his wife and he was happy to have her follow the duchess around rather than him. Still, he would rather deal with her than the task he had before him. With a great sigh he opened the door to the audience chamber, and prepared himself to hear the multitude of complaints from petitioners, that had been growing since he and his wife had departed Genoise several weeks before.
***
Careena opened the door to her husband's study with trepidation. She had gone over what she planned on saying to Jaco in her head all morning, but now that the time had arrived she found she was suddenly nervous at facing the young man. Her nervousness abated somewhat when she saw Jaco. He appeared more agitated than she was and hadn't even noticed Lina and her enter the room.
"I'm Duchess Careena DuGuerra-Galin," she said suddenly. Jaco nearly jumped out of his skin as he nervously turned to face her. His eyes went wide as he took her in.
"You...how..." he managed to stammer in confusion.
"I need you to be silent because I am only going to say this once," the Duchess said with authority. "What happened on the ship will never be spoken of, or happen again. I did what I did on that ship for the good of the Trikingdom and that is all you need know. If I ever hear a whisper that you have spoken of those events, or if I see your eyes stray my direction in an untoward manner, you will be punished so severely that you will wish I had cut off your member and fed it to you instead. Is that clear?"
"Yes, milady," Jaco managed to stammer as he averted his eyes to the floor.
"I know you are a sweet boy who would never wish to do me harm Jaco, but I had to make sure you understand the circumstances," she said more kindly.
"I understand perfectly, milady," he said recovering his composure.
"Good! Your first task is to make a bust of my husband," she stated. "He's in the audience chamber. I think that should be a good time to catch his likeness."
"Yes, milady, of course," Jaco said enthusiastically as he started to rush out of the room.
"Jaco," she called after him, "welcome to Genoise."
"Thank you milady," he said over his shoulder as he nearly ran out of the room.
Careena smiled to herself as she watched him go. She had no doubt he would keep her secret, not because of the threat, but because it was the decent thing to do. Jaco was an honest young man; she wouldn't have sponsored him if she wasn't sure of that.
Since she would be handling the petitioners in the afternoon, she decided she had time to spare to check on the estate. She wanted to make sure nothing had been overlooked while they were gone. She toured the entire estate with Lina in tow, and other than a few tapestries that had been neglected, everything looked in top shape. She directed one of the servants to the tapestries and then headed toward the audience chamber and her husband.
When she arrived he was hearing a dispute between two brothel owners, a far cry from the farmer troubles he was worried about earlier. She quickly took her seat next to her husband's and tried her best to catch up on what she had missed.
It seemed the two owned competing brothels and one of them was accusing the other of stealing his clients. A young male employee of one of the establishments had been assaulted outside the other establishment. The young man's life was still in jeopardy, which is what had brought the two brothel owners to the duke's audience chamber. The young man's employer wanted the other man to pay the cost of the healer. The other brothel owner was refusing and saying that the young man was somewhere that he shouldn't have been.
As the two men argued back and forth, Careena could sense her husband getting more and more frustrated. Finally, Kalas had enough and he stood angrily. Careena felt sorry for the two men as she watched her husband get to his feet as if he were moving in slow motion. If he had been wearing his sword she was certain he would have drawn it. The two men were so intent on each other that they didn't even notice him.
"Enough!" Duke Kalas shouted. His voice boomed through the audience chamber like a thunderclap and startled the arguing men. "I grow tired of hearing the two of you argue like children while a man is fighting for his life because of your actions." The two brothel owners were now staring at the large, imposing figure of the duke with open mouths. "Since both of you are partly responsible for the young man's condition, you will share the cost of the healer, and if either one of you ends up back here for a dispute I will shut your brothel down. Is that clear?"
"Yes milord," both men uttered as one. The two men began bowing and stumbling over themselves as they hastened to leave the audience chamber. The duke, still fuming, regained his seat and stared at them as they left.
"Why don't you take a break," the duchess suggested to her husband.
Kalas turned to her, his eyes still burning with fury and grumbled, "I might as well stay until lunch. I can't get any angrier than I am now."
The rest of the mornings petitioners were less aggravating and by the time noon came around the duke's mood had lightened. Careena and Kalas took a quick lunch together and then Careena went back to the audience chamber alone while the duke rode out to inspect the progress of the paladin sanctuary he had commissioned months before.
He had a few guards with him, and his wife had insisted that Lina accompany him as well. She thought it important that the young woman get out and see how men and women interacted in everyday life. Kalas had complained, but his wife had persisted and he had no desire to anger her.
The duke was pleasantly surprised when they reached the construction site to find the central chapel and one of the towers nearly completed. Paladin sanctuaries all followed a basic design: a chapel devoted to the worship of the five gods with five towers radiating off the chapel. Each tower would be dedicated to one of the gods and housed those paladins that considered that god their patron god.
Paladins worshipped all five gods, but each paladin chose one god to be their patron based on what skills they were best at. There was Meklos, god of war, Helas, goddess of love, Infar, god of health, Solas, god of light, and Murnir, god of shadows. Most paladins chose either Meklos or Solas as their patrons, followed by Infar, Helas, and finally Murnir. Very few chose the god of shadows as their patron, but there were some who skulked in the shadows to help dispense justice. Kalas had chosen Meklos as his patron because he excelled at the art of war and battle.
Kalas and his party dismounted and after a brief conversation with the workers entered the empty structure. It was hard to imagine the large empty room as a chapel without the altars or paintings of the gods on the walls, but the structure seemed sound and adhered to the paladins' construction requirements. Kalas ran a hand along one of the walls and was disappointed to find the power and energy he felt in other paladin sanctuaries lacking here. It was to be expected though; the power came from the gods and they would not be present until their altars were present and had been prayed to.
He asked if the tower was safe to climb and was told that it was. Seeing the boredom and weariness in his guards' eyes he told them to remain in the chapel and headed up. He had hoped to go alone but after a few steps realized that Lina was trailing behind him. He sighed in frustration and rolled his eyes.
Physically Lina reminded him of his wife, but now that he was with his beloved wife every day the differences in their personalities was startling. Lina's overeager desire to please and serve him turned him off, and the memory of what the two of them did in Remar didn't help matters. He was trying to like and tolerate the young woman but he was finding it difficult. He wished she had some sort of self worth and self motivation.
He climbed silently and was grateful that Lina remained silent as well. Every ten feet the stairs opened up into a living space for a single paladin. Inside the sanctuary there was little privacy; the rooms had no doors and the paladin who resided at the top had to pass the rooms of all his brothers below. Every room had a hole where a stain-glassed window would eventually be installed depicting a scene from the holy book of the god who this tower would be dedicated to.
When he reached the top he walked into the room and looked out the hole at the surrounding countryside. There was a slight wind and the cool air felt good on his face after such a long climb. The tower had ten rooms which meant it was over one hundred feet tall. He had hoped to draw paladins from all over the Trikingdom and beyond, but with the pledge made to Remar he knew that he would never see all the rooms filled unless there was an incredible surge in recruits.
The thought of the sanctuary sitting empty made him feel melancholy and he wondered if the whole project was a waste of time and money. He started to push away from the window and turn his mind to happier thoughts when he heard a voice carried on the wind. It sounded like a woman or a child in distress.
"Did you hear that?" he questioned Lina as he leaned out the opening again.
"Hear what milord?" Lina asked. He was pleased that she remembered not to call him 'master'.
"It sounded like someone calling for help," he replied. "A woman, I think..." He strained to listen but heard nothing else for several heartbeats. He was about to give up and dismiss it as imagination when he heard it faintly again. He concentrated on it to try to hear it better. Then it was as if the sound located him as it suddenly filled his head with its deafening loudness. It wasn't a call for help, but a laugh tinged with the insanity of one who revels in harming others. It was all around him and inside him all at once.
He raised his hands to his ears to try to keep it out, but he was too late, it was already inside of him. He turned to Lina and he could see her mouth moving, asking him if he was all right but he couldn't hear her. Uncontrollable lust filled him; his suddenly hard cock throbbed painfully in his pants to the beating of his heart. The look on Lina's face turned from concern to fear as he reached out and gripped her by the shoulders, hard.
He didn't know what he was doing; he only knew that he needed relief from the sexual urges boiling within him. Kalas pushed down on Lina's shoulders, forcing her down to her knees. She resisted at first, but her attempts to get away were futile. The duke was much too strong for her to have any real chance of escape.
Once she was down on her knees he began frantically trying to free his cock. When she realized what he was doing and what he wanted she smiled and pushed his hand away so that she could do it herself. She still thought of herself as his slave, and at that moment she wanted this to happen just as much as he did.
Kalas couldn't believe what he was doing, and watched in shock as he sank his aching cock into Lina's hungry mouth. Both of his hands were tightly gripping her head, pulling it towards his crotch so that he could force his entire member down her throat. He had never treated a woman like this before, even when he had been with Lina in Remar, he had always treated her with respect and affection. This was different; there was no caring in what he was doing to her now. He was treating her like an object, like a slave, and he couldn't understand the look of supreme bliss on Lina's face while he fucked his cock roughly in and out of her mouth.
After a few minutes, being inside her mouth and down her throat wasn't enough. He pulled her head off his cock and released her. She took his cock back into her mouth on her own sucked hard on the tip. "No!" he yelled, pulling her head off again. She looked up at him questioningly as he pulled her to her feet and marched her toward the window. Lina briefly had the thought that she had somehow displeased him and that he intended to throw her out the window to her death, but when he forced her to bend and brace herself against the empty frame she realized his true intention.
Kalas lifted his former slave's dress and scowled at the seemingly endless layers of undergarments between him and his goal. His cock was still throbbing painfully and he felt as if he didn't have time to waste removing them. Before he could even think, his hand went to the dagger at his side, and he began crudely cutting a slit in her underclothes.
When he had cut all the way through he dropped his dagger and ripped the slit even wider with both hands. Kalas was immediately struck by the scent of her arousal. It inflamed his lust even more and with a roar, he grabbed her by the hips and rammed his painful erection into her.
Lina cried out in pleasure. It seemed like so long since she had been filled with a length of hard cock. Her master had never been like this before and she loved it. For the past few weeks she had felt so useless, so out of place, but now she felt as if she had found her purpose again. She was a slave, to be used as her Master saw fit, and he was finally using her the way her trainers meant for her to be used.
Kalas gripped her tightly as he pummeled his hips into her backside. He had never felt this way before, like if he didn't cum soon he was going to explode. It was maddening. His logical brain was telling him that this was wrong and that he should stop, but the animal passion boiling inside him was overriding it. He couldn't stop, and his body didn't want to, it wanted to keep fucking Lina, it needed to keep fucking her.
Lina was pushing back against him with the same amount of fervor that he was thrusting at her. She really enjoyed having sex, and enjoyed pleasing her Master even more. In her head, she envisioned many episodes like this, now that it had happened once. She knew it was the duchess, his wife, who was keeping him from enjoying her this way, and she figured as long as she never found out, they could keep doing it.
Kalas's cock had never felt so engorged. It was so painful he thought it was going to split in two. The head felt as if it were on fire. His body wanted to plunge it again and again into Lina's welcoming cunt, but his head was screaming at him to pull out and soak it in a tub full of cold water. He was sweating more than he usually did, and felt hot all over. He could still hear the laughter in his head and he knew that somehow it was controlling him.
He tried to summon his protective magic to banish it from his head, but the blue fire wouldn't come to him. He felt as if he were going insane and worried how else the laughter was affecting him. He gritted his teeth and gripped her hips tighter. He decided that the only way to get rid of the laughter and the control it had over him might be to let himself cum inside Lina. He would do anything to return to normal.
Kalas's cock itched and burned more and he knew his orgasm was approaching. It was all he cared about at that moment. He felt as if he needed to rid himself of his semen; he was desperate to deposit it inside of Lina. He didn't realize it in his fury, but he was pummeling her body viciously with each stroke. Lina didn't mind; she liked a little pain with her pleasure.
With a cry, Kalas released a torrent of sperm inside Lina. His entire body shuddered as he climaxed. Each time his cock pulsed it felt like it exploded. His cry was part relief and part pain, but the pain lessened with each spurt. The laughter also seemed to diminish with each jet of fluid that escaped his dick.
His orgasm subsided and his control returned. Disgusted with what he had done, he let go of her quickly. She sagged against the wall, and her battered cunt leaked copious amounts of seminal fluid. She didn't know how many times she orgasmed during the encounter, but it had been several and she was exhausted. She realized the duke was talking to her, but she was having trouble concentrating on his words; there was a strange noise she was having trouble identifying buzzing in her ears.
"I'm sorry, Lina. I don't know what came over me," the duke said. She looked up at with confusion in her eyes. "I promise it won't happen again."
Lina had trouble hearing what he was saying but she could tell from his facial expression that he was apologizing. A knot started to form in her stomach as she watched him put his clothing back together. He was going to be a reluctant sex partner in the future and she felt an overwhelming need to have sex with him again. Even though her vagina felt sore and bruised from the pummeling it just received, she wanted to have him again.
Reluctantly she got to her feet and smoothed down her dress. She could feel the Duke's cum snaking a trail down the inside of her thigh. Kalas apologized some more and this time she was able understand what he was saying. They headed back down the stairs with nothing more said between them.
When they reached the bottom level, Kalas looked closely at the workers to see if they gave any indication of having heard what occurred up above. He was pleased when none of them looked twice as he and Lina walked through the temple.
Lina was having trouble as they walked by all the men. She had a strong urge to rip her clothes off and take them all on, and if she weren't with the Duke she wouldn't have been able to resist it. She didn't know what had come over her, but she could finally distinguish what the noise in her head was. The laughter she heard haunted her as she walked out of the temple behind the Duke.
***
Careena eased her consciousness out of her body as her husband slept beside her. He had acted strange when he had come back from his trip to the Paladin sanctuary late that afternoon. She had to push that thought aside so she could concentrate on the task she had set before herself. It had become easier and easier to leave her body after that first time with Kalas, now it was almost second nature, but it was never as complete as when she made love with her husband. But that was a good thing, because she had almost lost herself.
After consulting with her brother, she found that her ability was rare and very dangerous. Many mages with her ability never returned to their bodies. She had promised him she would keep her little excursions short and not stray too far from her body.
She swiftly went in search of Cilas and his former slave Zella. When she found them she almost lashed out at the assassin in anger for it appeared that he was attacking her. After a brief moment she realized that the pair was only sparring. She watched them as they danced with short swords and daggers, back and forth across the floor of Cilas's study. Zella's face was a mask of concentration, while Cilas wore a bemused look as he shouted instructions and encouragement.
Eventually, Zella seemed to get tangled in her dress, and Cilas took advantage, although with the speed at which he disarmed her it was obvious he could have done so at any time. Zella looked at her empty hands in disbelief and then tugged at her dress.
"Why must I wear this dress, M...Cilas?" she asked. "It keeps getting in the way."
Cilas gave no indication of her near slip up, but there was no way he didn't notice. "You know the reason why," he said gently. "In this society, it is proper to wear clothing, and a fight can occur at any time, so you must practice in the attire you will most likely be wearing."
Cilas dropped his own sword and put his arms around her tenderly. "I know the transition from slave to free woman has been difficult for you, but you are doing wonderful," he told her. "Keep asking questions when you don't understand and I'll try to explain the best I can."
Careena couldn't see the pair in a conventional way, but she could feel the love and affection flowing between them. Zella reached up her hand and stroked his cheek as if feeling it for the first time. Her hand moved to the back of his head and pulled him down for a kiss. Lost in the moment, Cilas allowed himself to be pulled in for a moment, but after a few seconds, Careena sensed a change in his emotions and he pulled away.
"You know we can't do this Zella," he said almost angrily.
"Why not?" she pleaded. "You lecture me constantly about choices; is it so hard to imagine that I choose you?" She spun away from him for a moment and then turned back and put both hands on the side of his face. "Every other man I've met looks at me the same way the men of Remar did, thinking of all the ways they'd like to use me, except you. You look at me as a person, not an object; I can see the difference now. You're kind, gentle, compassionate...How could I not choose you?"
"You haven't experienced enough to make this kind of decision yet?" Cilas protested.
"I may never have experienced love before now, but I can recognize it, Cilas," she said. "My heart beats faster whenever I'm around you. My last thoughts before I sleep and the first thoughts when I wake are always of you. My skin burns wherever you touch me. I love you, Cilas. You could introduce me to every other man in the world, but that fact would not change. I choose you."
Zella pulled his head down again, and this time there was no resistance. Careena meant to leave at that point, after all she had only been trying to confirm that Cilas was not abusing the former slave, but the rising passion between the pair kept her essence rooted in the room. She felt what they felt, and the intoxicating passion that permeated the room, seduced her into staying.
Cilas dropped his own sword and dagger, bent down, and easily picked Zella up with his deceptive strength. He carried her to the next room and Careena followed. The feelings and emotions emanating from the two lovers were addictive and Careena couldn't pull away.
Cilas laid Zella down on the bed in the room and slowly undressed them both. Careena observed everything that went on between the two lovers and experienced it with them. She felt the immense joy they had when Cilas entered the young woman for the first time, and if she had been in her body, she was sure she would have orgasmed along with them when they finally finished their lovemaking.
After it was over, and the passions of the two lovers subsided, Careena began to regain her own senses. She felt like she had been out of her body for an eternity, and she was a little embarrassed by what she had witnessed. She slowly made her way back to her own body. Her flesh felt extra sensitive once she was back where she belonged. The images and feelings she had witnessed were still fresh in her mind and she found her body responding. Her clit throbbed, and when she reached her hand down to rub it she realized her cunt was soaking wet.
Kalas was snoring softly on his back beside her, and she slowly moved her other hand down his hard stomach until it found his massive member. Limp as it was, it was still bigger than most men's when they were hard. She gripped it in her hand, firmly yet gently, and stroked it up and down, trying not to awaken him. As if by magic, it stiffened in her hand until it was at its full throbbing length. Her husband groaned in his sleep. She wondered what dreams he was having now that he was aroused.
She carefully straddled the sleeping man, her pussy dripping fluid on him as she poised his cock outside of her hole. With a moan, she dropped her weight down on him slowly and his hard cock penetrated deep inside her. She leaned forward and dropped her hands to his chest as she breathed in sharply. No matter how many times she felt him inside her, it was still a shock when his large cock batted against her cervix.
Kalas was suddenly awake with a look of fear on his face that faded as soon as he saw her smiling face looking down on him. "I'm sorry, my love, I know you're tired after a long day, but I just couldn't help myself," she said in mock apology.
"There are worse ways to be awakened prematurely," Kalas joked back.
Careena bent down and kissed him on the neck. "I love you Kalas," she whispered in his ear. "Let me do all the work this time."
"I wouldn't be much a gentleman if I did that," he whispered back, "but I'll let you do most of the work."
She felt his hands come up and grip her waist to help guide her, and his hips rise up to meet her as she came down on him. He went slow to match her pace which pleased her. His cock always made her feel pleasantly full, and rubbed against her clit deliciously as she rode up and down on him.
Their faces were pressed tightly together side by side and they could hear the heavy breath of the other in their own ear. "Oh gods," Careena moaned, "you always feel so good inside me."
Before she even got on top of him, she had been close to cumming from what had transpired between Cilas and Zella, and now she couldn't hold it back. Her breath came in choking gasps in his ear. "Oh Kalas...oh Kalas...cumming," she managed to vocalize.
Not wanting to be left out, Kalas let himself go as well. With a series of grunts he released a volley of sperm into his wife as she spasmed in orgasm on top of him. She collapsed on top of him when it was over and his arms came up and held her tight against him.
His cock was still buried inside her, but neither of them cared. Soon both of them were snoring in blissful sleep.