I tried to disseminate myself from my body, telling myself go with it, ride with him, let him think your up for it, so I relaxed and started moving in...a submissive manner, rising to meet his downward thrusts, which were a mixture of pain and pleasure, as he was fucking me with a very aggressive force.As we went at it I just wanted him to finish, so I pretended to orgasm, and he responded with a few mouthings, which I did not understand, but as my pretence, subsided, he pulled out of me and bore. Pyria took some warm oil from the table and started to work on Mona’s back. She was straddling Mona, with one leg on each side, but not putting any weight on her. Soon the maid’s expert fingers were easing the knots out of Mona’s neck and shoulders and she started to doze in and out of sleep. Pyria worked lower and lower on Mona’s back till she reached her buns. Now she poured more oil directly on to Mona and she felt a stream of it run down her crack, passing her arse hole it dripped towards. “And this is why I am here, my love. No scar now. How do you feel?”I could feel the sweat drying on my bare skin. “Good, now. A bit tired I think I overdid it, even if the cure did work. Both times, for Hassildor and for me.”“Even you have your limitations. I’m also glad that...” She sat up, then ran her hands down her belly. “Even with this bump now, you seemed to still find me attractive.”“You are my wife, carrying our son or daughter. The spell didn’t tell me which. You and your sister-wives. Like I don't know what, but it's intense and visceral, pain and pleasure, agonizing ecstasy, and I just want it to stop, but it doesn't, and then I'm cumming again and I can feel the cum shoot out of my cock, my hips jerking as I force one stream after another out past the tentacle in my urethra, and the orgasm lasts for so long...so long that I'm left dazed and shaking when it finally ends.The tentacles and arms release me, cleaning up the cum that sprayed halfway across the living room before.