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He sits back, suddenly, and hoists her into the air.
She's so dazed that she almost tilts over, but he catches her, lifts her off of him, and twists her around.
He loops his arms under her legs, locks his hands across the back of her neck, and slams back into her.
"Don't--" she groans. "Please-- don't-- s--"
He slows down for a second.
"Don't stop," she pleads.
He doesn't.
She's on full display to him now, her whole body rippling with every thrust. He puts his head on her shoulder and stares at the hypnotic motion of her breasts. The tops of his thighs are starting to go hot and numb from the sensation of her butt slapping against them.
Her threats are gone now, replaced by pleas to keep going and to go deeper, paeans to God, affirmations of how it feels, and (as Bika starts to lose the plot) your name.
"I love you," she wails. "Zack! I love you!"
"That's not in character," you say.
She manages to laugh between her gasps. "Shut up! Zack! I-- Oh my G--"
Another orgasm tears through her. You loosen your grip but she presses her back into you and mouths, though she's not capable of speaking right now, Faster. You pick up speed as the thunk of her crossbow sounds from outside the tent.
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