Chapter 18

Rane

This party was beautiful and expensive and-

Dull.

So dull.

Rane stood with Sandy on his arm, the two of them walking around a beautiful event hall with three chandeliers absolutely dripping in white gemstones that cast beautiful rainbows on the wall. The walls were a neutral white, but everything was trimmed in glimmering platinum. It was a beautiful kind of place, meant only for the elites.

And it was boring.

These were people with credz. Those who had tons to waste and tons to spend. The team – his mother – had invited them all here to get them to part with those funds for charity. Which meant the team was walking around like trained beasts, dancing for coins. They were little more than attractions for those wealthy enough to pay to see them.

He’d done this kind of event multiple times before. It wasn’t just championship traditions that called him to do things like this. Regardless of the beneficiary of the charity, or the donors to it, everything remained the same.

Until today.

Because there was one new variable that hadn’t been here before. Rane, already the delinquent of the Eliviers, had on his arm a rare and precious and beautiful human. One that dressed in completely alien ways, and one that wasn’t at all intimidated by wealth or prestige. She looked at these people like she was their equal in all ways, and if their estimation lowered in her mind, she wasn’t above looking down on them instead.

When they gasped over her attire, she flaunted it. When they dared to make perverted or inappropriate allusions to her body, she rejected or snubbed them. She met them with the casual ease of someone who did this kind of thing all the time. It was incredible.

“How are you so good at this?” He asked, passing her a drink from a floating service tray. The small cup held barely enough for him to take one big swallow, but the sweet, slightly viscous beverage was meant to be savored in small sips.

“Good at what?” She asked, sniffing at the drink.

“Dealing with all these people? I’ve been doing this for the greater part of my life, and I still don’t handle them as well as you.”

“Oh. That,” she chuckled, unconcerned. “Honestly, I’m thinking about all of this more like a game than anything. Or maybe a play. It’s really not that different from grandma’s soap operas. We watched those a lot, and there was always some kind of party scene somewhere that brought a bunch of people together to be dramatic in one place. Really, I’m more surprised how similar all this is to dramatic fiction than anything.”

“Still,” he laughed softly. “You’re inordinately good at this.”

“That’s probably just my grandma coming out in me. She always said the best way to break down someone was with a smile. And she didn’t mean killing them with kindness. She meant smiling while you destroy them. She said laughter is a great tool, and one thing almost no one can tolerate is humiliation. Be confident and break them down and you control them like a puppet.”

“Good gracious.”

“Yeah,” She smiled fondly. “She was a hellion in her day. She said she had to refine her skills in school before anti-bullying campaigns and in offices where a good pat on the butt was still considered a compliment.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” She shook her head. “Anyway, I take it to mean that you’re not having any fun here either?”

“Not hardly. You’ve been to one charity showcase, you’ve been to them all.”

She laughed. “What time is it?”

“Hm? Why?”

“I’m wondering how much time we have until curfew.”

“Ah. We’ve got about a mark left.”

“Cool. How long have we been here?”

“About a mark.”

“Cool. Want to get out of here?”

“Huh?”

She beamed. “Come on. You and I are all dressed up. Let’s go have some actual fun. We’ve fulfilled our obligations here, haven’t we? We talked to everyone we need to, I pissed off at least three males and five females, and we did the press tour. Can’t we go?”

“Er, well… I guess,” he frowned, thinking. He’d never tried to leave one of these things early before. It had never even occurred to him as an option.

But she wasn’t really wrong either. They’d fulfilled their obligations, and his mother had already turned in ‘his’ contribution to the charity. The press only cared about the beginning of the party – who had appeared, what they were wearing, and what they contributed. No one was going to pay attention to the end of it.

He turned to her. “What did you have in mind?”

***

“I cannot believe you dragged me into this,” Drevor grumbled from the front of the hover as Rane stifled his laughter.

“Hush, Drevor,” Sandy refuted him. “Rane’s not legally allowed to fly, I don’t know how, and I’m not taking Blue or Green with us-”

“Do you mean Orza and Kirs?”

“-so you get to be our chaperone tonight.”

“I don’t get paid for this.”

“Well, when Rane takes back over as head of house, he’ll give you a bonus for previous chaperone duties. How’s that?”

Rane smothered his laughter. Drevor looked back at her briefly before turning forward again. She blinked, looking between them.

“What?”

Rane stifled more laughter.

“You seem to be confused, Tilla Sandy,” Drevor said calmly. “Once you and Rane are mated, and provided Rane is no longer under adult custody, you will be the head of the family.”

“Wha- Me? Why me?” She frowned, looking between them.

“I told you,” Rane took her hand and kissed it happily. “My people are matriarchal. The female leads the family.”

“But…”

“Do you not want to?”

“That’s not really the problem,” she mumbled. “Look, as much as I hate your mother, she does have a point. If I were to have dropped onto this planet without help, I probably wouldn’t be able to take care of myself. I feel like, if we weren’t in this situation, you would have been the one becoming my guardian until I passed the tribunal.”

Rane frowned, that thought not really having occurred to him before. Honestly, the idea of being in charge of budgeting and upkeep and all the other things that a house needed to do to survive seemed like a special kind of torture. He had passed his coursework in school, but only what was required of him. He hadn’t done superbly well. Playing trikball didn’t really require much from him in terms of higher education. He just had to play well, know all the rules, and study the opposing teams and their stadium’s hazards.

But if he had been his own male, if he had been allowed to do all that by himself from the beginning as he should have…

“Hey.” Sandy was there, touching his face gently, lifting his chin to face her. “Don’t give me that look.”

“What look am I giving you?”

“This adorable one,” she smiled, resting her forehead against his cheek. “I don’t mind doing all the work running the house while you’re out playing ball and earning money. I just meant that I would need some help.”

“Well, now,” Drevor spoke up from the front, “as it happens, that is what I’m paid for.”

The two of them turned, focusing on him again.

“You, Drevor?” Sandy asked with a smile.

“You think Elffa keeps me around for my good looks?” He asked sardonically. “She doesn’t want to do any of those tedious things either. She pays me to do them. They need her approval, of course, but I’m the one who does all the work to make the manor run and manage the team.”

“Really?” Rane asked, surprised. “I thought you were just her assistant.”

“What does she do all day then?” Sandy sneered in disgust. “Sit around and think of new ways to torment Rane?”

“Don’t be silly. That only takes up part of her day.”

“I can’t even tell if you’re joking or not.”

“She socializes,” Drevor said, ignoring her unspoken question. “She builds connections. She finds new ways to invest Rane’s money to increase her own wealth. She has beauty treatments, and appointments with her tailor and jeweler. There are many things she does.”

“Yeah, that’s just a lot of words for saying she does nothing,” Sandy grumbled. “Look, I’m not saying I don’t get the appeal, but she can’t seriously be acting like her shit don’t stink when she’s basically a trophy wife without a husband. A trophy mom? Is that a thing?”

“Trophy wife?” Rane repeated, confused.

“Shit don’t stink?” Drevor repeated, disgusted.

“Focus. Actually, cancel that. Don’t focus. I’m not going to spend another minute tonight thinking about your horrible mother. No offense.”

“None taken.”

“We’re going to have fun for the next mark and a half. Then, Drevor is going to fly us back home before curfew. And one day, in the future, we’re going to give Drevor a nice, fat bonus for putting up with our shenanigans.”

Rane was laughing again as Drevor gave a long-suffering sigh from the front. But he didn’t argue, and his crest was starting to lift. As if he was enjoying himself. Like, even though he was complaining, he wasn’t actually annoyed.

Rane had known Drevor for years. He’d been by his mother’s side for a long time. He’d never really liked him, but he could also say that he’d never really exchanged more than a few words with him. But Sandy had come to trust him, and he couldn’t help but see him in that new light.

He didn’t know where Sandy had decided to bring them tonight, but he also wasn’t that concerned. It was freeing, somehow, to trust a female so implicitly. He’d followed his mother without question as well, letting her lead him wherever she liked. But he always knew that he would either not like the destination, or not like what he had to do at that destination. It wasn’t so much that he trusted her to lead him but that he had no choice but to go wherever she wanted, so why bother asking?

But it was different with Sandy. He felt a strange warmth, a sense of safety, as she leaned against his chest, smiling as she stared out the window of the hover at the city they were flying over. To whatever destination she wanted.

Because he honestly didn’t care. Regardless of the destination or what they would be doing there, he just wanted to be there with her. That was enough.

Then, Drevor pulled in front of an arcade.

Raz and Taz and Fuz was a popular place for games and fun. It was about halfway up a tall building, with two drop off locations for people who had someone to drive them straight to the entrances on the outside. It was covered in neon lights, pumped loud, fun music, and wasn’t the kind of place where intoxicants of any kind were served. It was more like a family location.

“Here?” He turned to Sandy, surprised. He didn’t know why, but he had fully expected her to bring him to a club or someplace equally adult.

“Definitely here,” she grinned wickedly, taking his hand. “I looked this place up on the subnet. It looks like a lot of fun.”

“I mean, I suppose…”

“Did you not want to come here?” She hesitated, one hand on the button that would open the door.

He hesitated before smiling. “I’ve just never been here before. This is the kind of place you take your mate and younglings.”

“Oh. Perfect.” She snuck a quick kiss in on his cheek. “We can practice before our younglings get here so we can whoop their butts at all the games.”

The casual words stunned him into following her. She pulled him out and onto the dock before poking her head in and telling Drevor to go have fun and comm them when he returned. He grunted in agreement before flying away – like he really was her assistant.

“Let’s go!” Sandy grabbed Rane’s hand and led him to the door.

This was the kind of place families went to. But Elffa had forced Rane’s father away before Rane could even form memories. And she was certainly not the type that would ever set foot in a place like this. It also wasn’t the kind of place where she could get him a lot of bad PR without making him do something reprehensible that was likely to end up with him in custody.

As much as he disliked her, he couldn’t deny her intelligence. She knew exactly how much trouble to get him in to keep him under her thumb without making him a ward of the government. So, he’d never been to a family friendly place like this.

Walking inside, it was almost intimidating. He didn’t know what to do if he wasn’t catching a ball or downing some kind of stimulant – or recovering from those intoxicants. He knew his way in places like those, but here…

Then, Sandy just walked up to the employee taking entrance fees and asked them how everything here worked. She didn’t even have to explain that she was a human and needed help. She just asked him for it. And he gave it to her.

In moments, they had their gaming tokens – bought by hid credz – and they were rushing onto the game floor. She was laughing like a youngling as she brought him to literally the first game that they saw.

“It’s like whack-a-mole,” she said as they stepped onto the platform.

It was actually a fighting simulation game. He put in the token, starting up the game, which surrounded them on all sides by floating targets. The goal was to strike as many as they could, as fast and as acutely as they could, before time ran out.

A child’s game. One he was much better at than her, just by reflexes alone. But one she also had way more fun playing. She was bad at it, she laughed at her own incompetence, then cheered him on when he began dominating the scoreboard.

He started the game a bit trepidatious, but when they began the second round, he was laughing along with her as they played together.

Once they finished there, they moved onto a tossing game. They had to lob light spheres into rings, trying to get more points than the other. He let her win the first time, only to get lectured about going easy on her, then purposefully lost to her again.

When she gave him a glowering look, lips pinched in her effort to not smile, he laughed and kissed the top of her head.

“Must be luck,” he said.

“Funny, my grandma would have called it bullshit.”

“She was indeed a charming and lovely female.”

Sandy broke, laughing, as, this time, he took her hand and pulled her to the next game. In this one, they controlled light swords and had to strike down enemies – working as a team instead of competitively. He destroyed their virtual opponents with a vengeance – shamelessly posing for his female as she laughed and admired him. She didn’t get nearly as many kills as he had, but it was a team game this time, and he would give every victory to her anyway, so it was all hers.

After that, the first youngling approached.

“Excuse me, Tillo Rane.”

Completely unprepared to be addressed with an honorific, Rane started in surprise before turning. He had to look down at the young boy that had approached him with a nervous smile, thin canvas in hand, his little purple crest fully up and flared out.

“Hello,” Rane said, confused.

“Sorry to bother you, but can I get your handprint!” He eagerly held up the canvas.

Rane blinked. He had given out handprints before. It was a very common thing to ask for when you met someone famous. It had just been so long since anyone had asked for his like this. Especially a youngling.

A few steps back, appearing a bit uncertain and uncomfortable, were his parents. The mother was biting her lip while the father looked at him with a slight glare. It didn’t appear they’d really wanted their son to approach, but the excitement on the boy’s face told him that he’d been determined.

Rane looked at Sandy, uncertain as well, but she just smiled and motioned for him to do it.

Coming down on one knee he pressed his hand against the canvas. The fabric was a special kind, designed to take and hold the prints of others and, once set, wouldn’t let them be replaced or covered by another.

The canvas warmed under his palm, taking his print. It was a very quick process. When he picked up his hand, his print was left behind in bright, golden lines.

The boy gasped, staring at the canvas in awe. Like he’d just received the greatest gift. The sight sparked something warm and wonderful in his chest. Something he’d long forgotten. How great it was to speak with people that didn’t hate him. That even admired him.

“What’s your name?” He asked the youngling, eager to prolong that feeling.

The boy beamed, being careful not to touch the canvas. It hadn’t set yet, so the handprint could still be disturbed by another.

“My name’s Carler!”

“Hello, Carler,” Rane smiled. “It’s nice to meet you. Are you a fan?”

“Yeah! You’re so awesome! I’ve watched, like, all of your games! And that move you do?! With like the twist and the hya and then you spin and kick like wah! ”

Rane could only smile as the kid did a very uncoordinated recreation of his moves. It was one of the greatest things he’d seen in a long time that wasn’t related to Sandy. This kid was gushing about him, and all he could think was how nice it all was.

The parents, seeing that he wasn’t fall down drunk or high out of his mind, approached cautiously. They gave him perfunctory, polite smiles, as the father put his hand on his son’s shoulder.

“We’re going to see your next home game!” Carlet declared, bouncing on the ball of his heels.

“Oh, yeah?” Rane beamed. “Well, in that case, can I dedicate my first goal to you? I usually give them to my mate, but I’m sure she won’t mind letting you have one.”

“No way!” Carler jumped up and down. “Yeah! That would be so awesome!”

“Where are you sitting?”

“Section twenty-three,” the mother said softly.

“Great.” Rane smirked. “I’ll point your way after my goal. You’ll know it’s for you!”

The boy let out a cry of excitement, babbling to his parents like they hadn’t just heard. It was really the smallest thing he could do, but Rane couldn’t recall the last time someone had been genuinely, innocently excited to watch him play.

The parents thanked him, pulling their ecstatic son away.

But, as if people had just been waiting for someone else to approach him first, more families began coming up and asking him for handprints as well. It was kind of bewildering. He was used to picture requests, but no one really wanted his handprint anymore. His mother also actively kept him away from younglings, saying that he was a bad role model, and she didn’t want bad press involving those underage – again, that was more bad PR she could potentially lose control over him for.

Sandy however, encouraged it. She gestured forward those who were young and shy. She promised concerned adults that neither of them minded when they expressed concerns that they were intruding.

Word got out quickly then. They only got to play a few more games, and between each one, they were swarmed by people asking for pics and handprints.

He gave them all. Smiling at everyone. Talking to them with reservation that turned into comfort then, eventually, genuine joy.

Rane knew he had fans. Even amongst everyone that called for his downfall, demanded he resign, calling him a has been and a weak player, there were, somehow, still those that insisted he was good and that he needed help. He didn’t know why they bothered. He certainly had never done anything for them before, so their devotion to him was baffling.

But the younglings didn’t know of his seedier exploits. Their parents shielded them from those. So all they saw was their favorite player, or a player from their favorite team, or even just a player from the current Levtiram trikball champions.

It was refreshing.

He’d never been swarmed by young fans. Or even fans that just wanted to wish him well and get pics instead of berating and chastising him.

Quite a crowd had gathered when Sandy got his attention by taking his arm.

He turned from the family he had been speaking to – all six of them wanted pics and were busy excitedly recounting the last game – and smiled at her.

She grimaced apologetically at the family. “Sorry. We have to go.”

“Already?” Rane asked, frowning. Had it already been a mark and half? He felt like they had just walked through the door.

“Afraid so,” she nodded, still looking at the family. “Sorry about this, but curfew is coming up. We have to get back home.”

“Curfew?” The father repeated, confused. “Oh, right, because… Oh…”

The parents glanced anxiously at him. As though concerned that he would be disturbed by what they had just realized. His adult guardianship wasn’t a secret. It was, however, something that others considered shameful.

But Sandy just nodded, smiling like nothing was wrong. “That’s right. Oh! But how about we give you five hundred credz to make up for it?”

“What?” The father jumped.

Rane gave her a curious look. He wasn’t concerned about her spending his credz, but he was confused about what she was doing.

“Right,” she nodded. “To make up for having to leave. We’re going to give this place the rest of today’s spending limit to give out as tokens to everyone here. Is that okay?”

“Er, that’s… thank you,” the mother squeaked, surprised. That many tokens, even given amongst this crowd, was still a lot.

Sandy still looked at them apologetically as she pulled on his arm, taking him away. “I really wish we could do more for you. But his allowance is only a thousand credz a day, and we already spent some this morning.”

The mother and father shared a look. Rane said nothing as he just followed Sandy as she took him to the exit and out to where Drevor was waiting with the hover. He waved at everyone one last time as she got in before following after her.

Drevor took off without a word as Sandy, waving some cool air in her face, grimaced as she took the clip from her hair, freeing the strands with a sigh of relief.

“That’s better…”

“Why did you do that?”

“Hm? The money thing?” She winced. “Sorry. I should have asked you first.”

“No, I don’t care about that.” It was almost midnight anyway, and he would get another thousand credz tomorrow. “Why did you tell them about the allowance?”

“Oh, that. Well, if your mother wants to have a smear campaign, I figure it’s only fair if we start dropping little nuggets of truth here and there. I don’t want to just announce what’s been happening, but if we can start planting seeds of the real story, people can start figuring it out themselves. They can speculate and formulate their own ideas. It will be slower, but in the long run, it will be a lot more powerful than if we just tell them what’s happening. If they start demanding answers, they can start demanding change.”

Rane said nothing. Not sure how he felt about what she was saying. He didn’t really want people to know about what was happening to him. It was humiliating. It was demeaning. What was even the point if it wouldn’t change anything? The tribunal wasn’t going to undo their ruling just because some people on the subnet started asking questions.

But Sandy seemed so completely sure of what she was doing. He didn’t really want to stop her, even as something hard and cold and painful clenched in his chest. It wasn’t embarrassment. It wasn’t even really hesitation. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but it was part of him that just wanted to put his head down and stop trying because there was no point.

“What was with the handprint thing?”

“Handprint thing?” he frowned, confused at having his focus so suddenly jerked off the slow spiral of helpless depression he had started falling in.

“Everyone was asking for pictures and handprints,” she said. “Is that like a thing? I mean, duh, it’s obviously a thing if people are asking for it, I just mean what’s up with that?”

“Oh. Well, handprints are unique. Not just among species, but also among people. Having someone’s handprint is like proof that you met them. Some people turn them into collectors’ items or have them framed. It’s just something special that famous people can give to fans.”

“Like an autograph,” she smiled. “We have something similar on Earth. Oh, but we’d never use handprints. It would be dangerous.”

“Why?”

“Well, they’re completely unique, like you said. So, what if someone used your fingerprint to break into something you used it to secure? Or what if someone planted them at the scene of a crime or something? It would just be dangerous.”

Rane chuckled, putting his arm around her. “No one uses fingerprints to secure something. Living DNA locks are used for biometrics. I supposed someone could plant your fingerprints at a crime, but what would be the point of that? It would easily be proven that it was planted. Unique fingerprints are just a little fun fact that makes it easy to give fans a unique and easily verifiable piece of yourself that they can collect.”

Sandy smiled, leaning into him. “That’s pretty cool.”

“Want one?” He nipped playfully at her ear, making her shiver.

“Ooh, like a tattoo? I’ve never had a tattoo before.”

He groaned. That wasn’t what he meant, but he loved that idea. “Yes. A tattoo of my handprint. Right here .” He grabbed her ass, palming and squeezing it. Loving the feeling of her in his hands. Knowing that she would be permanently marked as his made his gums ache, longing to grab onto her neck and bite down. Giving her as many marks as he could to prove she was his. To her and everyone else, and to himself as well.

“Only if you get mine too,” she demanded, putting her hand right on his chest. “Here. So everyone can see it all the time.”

His cock throbbed. Loving that idea too. Female telfay didn’t mark their males, but of course his Sandy would want that in turn. She was already so different from what he expected, he adored each new, strange idea that came from her head.

“Don’t you two even start,” Drevor ordered from the front of the hover. “I’m still here, and there’s no bonus you can promise that would ever make it worth having to watch you mate.”

Rane glared at him, possessively pulling Sandy into his lap. “As if I would ever let you see her like that. That’s for my eyes alone.”

She laughed, but he just held her tighter, glaring at Drevor as he completed the flight back to the manor in silence. He gathered his female in his arms and stepped out. Before he had a chance to shut the door, Drevor used the main controls at the front to do it for him so he could quickly lift off and speed away. His job was done for the day, and he was eager to put space between them.

“You can put me down,” Sandy said as Rane began ascending the steps to the front door.

“I could,” he agreed, still keeping hold of her.

She giggled, burying her face into his neck and nuzzling him so sweetly. Rane let himself in and took her right up to their room. All the while, Sandy was kissing and nipping and sucking at his neck, his ear, his shoulder, his jaw. Up and down and back again, teasing him with sweet little sounds that made his balls throb.

“I want to be on top this time,” she whispered into his ears as he walked into their room. His knees nearly buckled right there, but he managed to keep it together until he reached their bed – still a mattress tucked into the corner – and dropped back onto it.

Sandy laughed as she positioned herself over him, straddling his waist. He ran his hands up her thighs, dragging his claws lightly over the soft flesh. She smiled, throwing away the hairpin she still held onto. It was joined a moment later by her dress that was removed with a push of the seal that kept it tight on her body. But she remained draped in pearls. She left on her shoes as well. She sparkled in the moonlight flowing through the window as she ran her hands over her own body.

She didn’t bother to undress him fully either. She just pushed the seal on his pants and belts, throwing them apart far enough for her to grab his cock and pull it out. Stroking him with a small hand that was barely able to grasp the full shaft. She moaned softly, staring at it, as she used her other hand to reach between her legs and play with herself. The slick sounds made him throb against her palm, and she smiled as she focused back on his face.

“Have fun today?” She asked, switching hands. Spreading her own slick on his cock as she went back to stroking them both.

“I did,” he said. And it was true. He’d had a lot of fun today. From gravity jumping to getting dressed to playing in the arcade. All of it. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun. So much innocent, guilt free fun.

And it was cumulating here, with her releasing his cock so she could lean forward, straddling his belly, grinding herself on his ridges as he groaned, gripping her thighs tighter.

“I did too,” she panted, hips rocking. “I want to do this all the time.”

“Fuck? Me too.”

She laughed, rhythm broken as she shook over him. A super hot and intimate moment, and he was making her laugh. But that somehow just made it better as she smiled, eyes sparkling.

“That too,” she chuckled, leaning forward, balancing one hand against his shoulder as she used the other to reach between them and grasp his cock. He hissed when his head met the heated kiss of her cunt. “But I meant have fun. I want to have fun all the time.”

“Yes,” he groaned as she sat back.

“I want to go to your games. I want to enjoy all our off time together. I want that to be the rest of our lives. Fun and laughter and adventures.”

“And fucking,” he groaned, his bucking up, still holding onto her thighs. She yelped as he breeched her entrance. “I want to play and fuck you. That’s it.”

“Yes,” she moaned, sinking back onto him. Slowly. She was a bit stretched now, making it easier than their first time, but it was still a painfully tight squeeze to force his way in.

It took all of his strength to not thrust up again. She wanted to be in control this time, and she was so damn beautiful in this position. He wanted to savor it. But it was such a difficult thing to resist as she swallowed him deeper and deeper and just a bit deeper.

He grunted and she hissed when, again, he hit the back of her passage. Panting, she dropped her head to look at the connection between them. He didn’t need to hear her soft curse or feel her hand tightening into a frustrated fist to know that he still wasn’t fully seated within her. But…

“You took more of me than before,” he grunted, voice tight, muscles tense, as he continued to resist the urge to start fucking up into her immediately and give her time to adjust. But it was a battle, and his self-control had never been the greatest…

“Really?” She panted, smiling weakly, legs shaking. “I can’t really tell. I feel like I have a club shoved up there. It’s ruining all my sense of proportion.”

He laughed, making them shake. He didn’t know why, but he’d never considered sex to be a time appropriate for laughter. But it seemed just right as she laughed with him. More joy to share between them even during this, a time of pleasure.

“Let me just…”

She groaned as she adjusted her legs. Trying to get in a better position to ride. He offered his hands, giving her something stable to grab onto, to balance herself, as she began rocking. Still too slow. She was driving him mad.

But even losing his mind, it felt so good .

Rane groaned, watching as she picked up the pace. Rocking her hips. Thighs shaking, belly rippling, breasts bouncing, as she moaned and gasped. She was starting to take him deeper. He didn’t think she realized she was doing it.

He wanted to take over, but she was so gorgeous, and her pleasure was music to his ears. From this position, she had so much more control over how much of him she claimed, over her own pleasure. He bit his tongue again as the instinctive urge to bite into her neck once again rose.

“Rane, I…” She panted desperately, losing her rhythm.

He was only too happy to help. Releasing her hands, he grabbed onto her hips and began jerking her up and down. She squealed, grabbing his arms instead, getting back into her rhythm as he used his own strength to assist her.

“Come in me,” she gasped, struggling to keep her eyes open and on him. Watching him like he ordered. Was she as bewitched by him? “Let me feel it again. Please…”

How prettily she pleaded for his cum. His entire abdomen tightened as fire streaked up his spine and white-hot pleasure burned up from his balls, up his shaft, pouring into her as she screamed, her body going taut as her head was thrown back. Pleasure spasms rocking up and down her beautiful form as she took him as deep as she could.

And when she collapsed into his arms, he held onto her, luxuriating in the postcoital glow. Gently stroking her back as her heavy breathing slowed.

He would give her a little bit. Just enough time to recover. And then, unlike last time, he would take her again. And this time, now that he had already come, it would take him longer to finish. Which just meant more time to stretch her open and carve the shape of his cock into her so that she would soon be a perfect fit to fuck as hard as he wanted.