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“But most of all, we want you,” said Carter, dropping the head of his cock on her cunny. “We want you to show us how much you appreciate officers willing to give chase across the country to save you from a villain.”

“I do appreciate you,” she started, “but you saw yourself that I’m sore from that villain!”

Carter set a hand on her cheek. “We’ll make it better. And wash his evil spend away, how’s that?”

He adjusted so the head of his prick rested at her entrance. How she needed this, this night more than any other. Her quim was slick from Chamberlayne’s thoughtful ministrations. Only one thing would quiet her mind: hard use by her officers.

“Lie back,” said Carter. “Take your saviors.”

Lydia let herself tremble as she leaned back, very content to act the captured maiden.

He slid in and closed his eyes. “Pains me to know he got here first.”

He wasn’t the only one with that regret.

“So we’ll just have to be the first to give you a baby,” said Carter, picking up speed.

Hands gripping the edge of the mattress, Lydia let herself journey back to those days when she’d been so silly.

Lips met her own. “I’ll not see your brow creased, m’ girl,” murmured Chamberlayne.

Denny knelt on the bed beside her head and took down his breeches. “If thoughts are bothering you, I can think of something else that could fill your pretty little head.” He took out his prick and let it linger over her mouth.

“Is this for me?” she asked.

Without speaking, he tilted so the head rested against Lydia’s lips.

“I was kissing her,” said Chamberlayne sternly, using one finger to push the prick away.

“I thought you might want this piece wet before I use it to plow your sweet cunny, Auntie Mildred.”

“In that case, carry on,” said Chamberlayne in a falsetto.

Lydia gave Denny a few enthusiastic licks, then he shuffled across the bed, shaft in hand, and sent Chamberlayne sprawling in a heap.

Carter watched the captains with amusement, then his eyes drifted to where he was connected with her. “Lovely,” he said, stroking her inner thigh. “Should have never let him take you.”

They both knew that the him in question was not in the room.

“What matters is that you’ll not give me back to him, now that you’ve had me,” said Lydia. She voiced fears that went far beyond the confines of their little game, surfaced and possible to speak aloud because they were just playing. Just playing with her most painful, lingering thoughts.

The major touched her hips, sliding his rough hands to her waist so he could anchor her against his thrusts. “We’ll not give you back,” he said, his face hard as he rocked into her backside. “Not now.”

“But how will you stop him? If he wants to take me?”

Carter slowed. “Am I not fucking you well enough?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You’re worrying about another man while I’m inside you.”

She sniffed. “It’s not that.”

“I think you’re distracted. Perhaps this old cock isn’t pleasing you.”

“Papa!”

He gave her a light slap on the flank. “Hands and knees. Chamberlayne needs your mouth, and I can fuck you just as well like this. Clearly you need more stimulation than I can provide alone.”