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tongue over her jutting
nipple and felt her body trying to move under him. She could not,
of course; he had her bent in a position that gave her no
control.
    Now the crowd began to shout again,
urging him on, marveling at the size of his cock and how far into
her anus he had submerged it. Nino withdrew slightly and then
forged forward again. The woman cried out in a foreign tongue he
could not identify, despite being fluent in three himself. He
suspected she'd cursed at him.
    He added a third finger to her pussy,
forcing it into her, needing her subdued. The look in her eye was
just as it had once been behind a clay pot in the hot marketplace,
when she tried to claim that hiding place for herself. This
damnably arrogant, proud woman would be his, would let him
in.
    After all, he had won her game, had he
not? She was a woman who fucked for coin now and he meant to get
his money's worth.
    Despite her pretense at a pouting
protest, her pussy was sopping wet and it pulled his finger in
without difficulty. He could probably get his entire hand— his fist
in there. The thought almost made his cock explode. Nino leaned
back, sweating. He looked down at where his shaft plugged her anus.
She was stretched around it, her bottom straining against the
invasion. He studied his fingers moving in and out of her cunt
above it. Slowly he tested the opening to see how wide he could pry
open that trembling nether mouth.
    All around him men gathered closer
still to watch, forgetting their ale.
    Nino withdrew all his fingers and
looked into her eyes again. They drew him in just as firmly as the
muscles of her cunt had pulled on his fingers and his tongue. He
felt her bottom relax, letting his cock penetrate another half
inch.
    Again there was a smug, superior
expression on her face, despite the indignity of her pose.
Apparently she felt no discomfort even with her legs over her head
for this long. The fire in her eyes seemed to throw down a
gauntlet. Daring him to try.
    He wanted her filled and at his
mercy.
    He made his hand into a fist and then
opened it again, stretching his fingers into the shape of a duck's
bill. He knew her cunt was so wet that he would not need much
additional lubrication, but he licked his hand while she watched
with those knowing, insolent eyes.
    Then, slowly, he began inserting his
fingers. His cock was ready to spend in her arse, but he held off
with supreme effort as his hand moved carefully deeper into her
sex.
     
    * * * *
     
    She'd had men try this before, but
never with such steadiness and determination. Jesamyn decided to
let him proceed. After all, she had to set her trap, did she not?
And with his well-known repertoire of sexual exploits she would
need something special to distract him. Something special by which
she would possess his attention. And him.
    Even more than that, however...she was
enjoying herself. The glorious friction of his large, heavy cock in
her anus had already driven her to another quick, butterfly climax.
The next one, she knew with feverish anticipation, would be a
slower, deeper, more intense coming. The insertion of his fingers
drove her uphill again.
    All around them, men watched, staring
in disbelief as that d'Anzeray hand disappeared inch by inch
between her nether lips. There was a moment when she thought it
would be too much, a quickening of pain. But it passed quickly and
then he folded his fingers inside her until his fist rested there.
The fullness was exquisite, a throbbing, frenzied pleasure. He did
not move his hand at all once it had reached his destination. He
did not have to. His pulse shuddered within her, sent her over the
edge into a feral orgasm such as she'd never known in all her years
of experience.
    And as she came, jolting and moaning,
her buttocks tightened, squeezing on his cock.
    He shot his cream deep in her arse,
while she jerked and keened beneath him, his fist a ball of
delightful pressure filling her pussy.
    The audience was too stunned by the
sight to