Chapter 68

"F-k!" Rikash came, hard, his seed spraying the floor and his knees giving, causing him to clutch the wall as he bucked beneath the pleasure that had his balls straining, trying to release again, his gland swelling, unrestrained, into purple mottle. He clenched his hand around it, groaning through clenched teeth and squeezed, the pressure releasing the second load of seed onto the wall and carpet as he sagged until his forehead rested against his hand. His heart pounded in his chest, and he sweated as if he had just fought in the combat ring. "What the f-k was that?" He muttered, but he knew. "F-king Nadyr," he groaned as he pushed off from the wall. The telepath stared at him wide eyed, the beginning of a malicious grin spreading across her face. "I saw that," she smirked enjoying his discomfiture. "In your head. You left Nadyr with Amelia, and she is f-king him as you f-k me. How is it that you feel her orgasms, Rikash? That was a