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She felt a pulling within herself. It was as if she had lengths of thread embedded in her body, and someone was tugging them. She felt it tickling in her throat, growing in intensity as the draugr slipped his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. She felt it tracing the bones in her arms, growing stronger as she stroked the shafts in her hands. She felt it in her abdomen, becoming more powerful with every thrust from the draugr beneath her. The threads, she realized, were connecting her to them. She felt them tangling inside of her, mingling as she and the draugar became one. Then, the threads connected.
For a moment, she felt what they felt. She felt herself being penetrated, but she also felt the feeling of penetration, as if she was the one claiming her own cunt. She felt her tongue passing over the draugr’s cock as if it was her cock, felt her hands stroking the shafts as if they were hers. Every ounce of pleasure she gave, she received, and it hit her like a golden wave. Her muscles spasmed, her back arched, and she moaned loudly – muffled by the cock between her lips – as she climaxed. Her partners finished at the same time. Nectar poured down her arms. A golden rush filled her quim. Honey filled her mouth, and this time, she swallowed every drop.
The draugr before her stepped back with new life. She shifted her attention to the draugr on her left and licked his tip clean. “Forgive me,” she said. She turned to the one on her right. “Please.” She wrapped her lips around his tip and sucked, making sure there was nothing left to give. The draugr petted her hair. Though the threads had snapped once they climaxed, she could still feel him smile. A moment later, both draugar pulled away. The one beneath her lifted her off, crawled out from under her, and set her down gently. The draugr, now revitalized, went back to their posts.
Aconite sat satisfied, her cunt quivering from orgasm, nectar flowing from her in a golden stream, the sweet taste still fresh on her lips. She watched the beautiful draugar moving about the room.
Then her vision began to clear.
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