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  Breathing hard, and damp all over with sweat, Raisa slumped over Adamas, who was still hard within her.

  What the hell was that? They had primed her so much and so well that one tiny flicker of flame was enough to set her alight. Sex with her previous boyfriends had been good, but not one of them had been able to rouse so much fire in her. She shuddered. Was sex with Adamas and Damaon going to be like this always?

  She hadn’t thought she was capable of pure animal rutting, when there had been nothing on her mind but satisfying the primeval urge within her. Yet she liked it. Though feeling as if all her strength had been leeched from her, a heady exhilaration still ran through her veins.

  Beneath her, Adamas’ chest vibrated with his laughter. “Magnificent.” He positioned her head and claimed her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue stroking along her lips until she opened them. The flavor of rich, dark chocolate invaded her senses and stirred her desires. She couldn’t want him again, could she, after that glorious orgasm?

  But it seemed she did, for her pussy clenched around him as she kissed him back, as she tried to drink in his exhilarating essence. All her languor and sleepiness were gone, and all she wanted was to soar to the heights again, but this time, she wanted him with her. She wanted them to find their pleasure together and with Damaon too, if possible. She wanted them both with a desire that was both terrifying and exciting in intensity. Yet, ever the passionate woman, she welcomed the opportunity to satisfy her lusts.

  Adamas’ huge, warm hands slid from her face and roamed her body, lingering in places that he must have known sensitive nerves lay because his actions were increasing her arousal and causing her breathing to shorten. He caressed her breasts, then cupped her buttocks and started to move her along the length of his cock. “We’re not done yet, you know.”

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  “Thank God.” She kissed his jaw, loving that he was as excited as she, evidenced by the racing heartbeats under her fingertips.

  He laughed. “A woman after my own heart.”

  Good.

  She purred, which caused a breathless laugh to burst from his mouth.

  “Do you like anal sex, shikima?” he asked.

  “I’ve done it before,” she answered, looking at him.

  “How about taking two cocks at the same time?” His silver eyes glittered with challenge.

  “That would be out of this world,” she said, laughing, yet inwardly, a mounting excitement rose. Did he mean what she thought he meant? She’d heard about how a woman could take two men at the same time and how the position could prove interesting for the woman. She’d never been tempted to try it before, but now she wanted to. Adamas and Daman somehow brought out the sexually adventurous vixen in her.

  “Bad pun,” Damaon scolded from behind her.

  Adamas let her body settle against his and eased her butt cheeks open. “Ready, shikima?”

  “Do it,” she said, deliberately relaxing. Damaon’s cock touched her hole and her heart hammered with equal parts anticipation and exhilaration. His cock slid past the tight ring of rectal muscles and she gasped at the tingling pleasure, all the erogenous zones in her ass coming awake. Adamas was huge and hard in her pussy and coupled with Damaon’s cock in her ass, she felt filled in a way she never had before. A good kind of filled.

  “Relax, shikima…” Damaon crooned. “Relax. Trust me.”

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  Their cocks pressed against one another and the friction on her inner walls was very erotic, arousing her further. “Yes, yes, yes! Ah…ah…oh God oh God…Ooooh.” A final, long, shuddering sigh as he seated himself to the hilt within her. Her hum of satisfaction was lost in Adamas’ mouth when he drew her down for a torrid, openmouthed kiss and Damaon peppered her shoulders and back with kisses. She was sandwiched between them, just as she’d heard it could be, but nothing prepared her for the intense pleasure the position brought her.

  The room was becoming very hot as the temperature increased, but it was nothing compared to the heat within her when the two men began to move in rhythm. Swish, slap. Swish, slap. Swish, slap.

  Her body wouldn’t stay still and she began to move with them, writhing and rolling her hips, each action pushing them higher, farther, nearer the brink. Their labored breathing and soft groans and exclamations filled the air, along with the pungent scent of their arousal, feeding the spiraling tension in her belly. Damaon nipped her shoulder and the sharp pain sent her falling off the edge. She screamed as she orgasmed for the nth time that day, her release totally shattering her as both men surged into her and their cum flooded her body. She fainted.

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  Damaon woke from his post-coital nap, yawning. They’d had nonstop sex for the past five days—no, six, counting today—and he still wanted her. The moment he registered that she was lying beside him and his hand rested on her soft belly, he grew as hard as the diamond.

  He groaned. When would this awful, wonderful lust stop? Not for himself, because there was nothing he loved more than being sheathed in her warmth all the time—

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  bit more until he could look back on his former hardness and wondered how he’d been able to control himself from lashing out at the world or worse. Still, he had to admit that insatiable lust was better than the terrifying hardness of his heart, when sometimes breathing was a difficulty, when the sluggish flow of his blood caused him to become dizzy. He never told Adamas these things, however, because he hadn’t wanted to scare his mate, nor had he revealed the numerous times he’d awakened from nightmares of dying, of leaving Adamas behind. He pushed the thoughts away. Those things were staved off for another fifty years due to this magnificent woman who had given of herself so generously, and who more than fulfilled his expectations that she would be a tigress in bed. She was all that and more.

  Still, for all her courage, she had been scared when she’d awakened from her faint that first time, wondering if she was ailing, as such a thing had never happened to her before. Adamas had swiftly assured her that there was nothing to worry about, that her body was probably not yet accustomed to experiencing so many orgasms in so short a time. Too much pleasure had caused her system to short-circuit. It hadn’t happened again. When she realized her nerves were getting accustomed to the nonstop ecstasy, she’d relaxed and enjoyed the ride. Another thing of import had also contributed to her distraction. He remembered her frowning at them, her skin flushing pink and delectable that he had to exert tremendous amount of will not to pounce on her.

  “You didn’t put on any lubricant.” The deep puzzlement in her voice complemented the confused scowl she threw at him. “How come I don’t feel pain in my ass?”

  He couldn’t understand her question. “Because my cock produces the cream to facilitate the penetration.” His statement ended on a slight rising tone. Her eyes grew big and round as a plate. “Your cock can cream?”

  He nodded, wondering what the problem was.

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  “Adamas’ too?”

  “Yes.” All the men in Ragnon, in fact.

  “Wow. How…convenient.”

  Something clicked. “Ah, I take it none of the men on Earth has this wonderful ability?”

  She shook her head, still awed.

  Remembering, Damaon chuckled. She had been adorable in her confusion. He paused, savoring his quiet laughter. He couldn’t remember when last he had laughed.

  His brows knitted when he realized she would be in their bed for only another eight more days. Why were the days suddenly flying by? He wished there were some way he
could stop time, but not even an immortal had power in that aspect. He shifted to lie on his side and rested his head on an upturned palm, while he observed her in the late afternoon light.

  Her features weren’t remarkable, but taken together, she possessed a pleasant face that became truly lovely when she smiled with genuine joy. Her short golden-blonde hair was now brushed back from her face, but when she wasn’t lying down, it curled around her cheeks in a way that framed her face. Though her body was slight, with her small, round breasts, tiny waist and slightly flaring hips, she was able to take both of them into her in a way that brought all three of them huge satisfaction. Hell’s gems. What a remarkable woman.

  He didn’t know what had made her change her mind about having sex with them, but he was glad she did. Instead of the amazing time they had, they might have spent the time torturing each other with hints of what-could-have-beens. She shifted, sighed and settled back on the bed again, her legs falling a little bit apart in an inviting manner.

  He didn’t want to ignore such an enticing call.

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  He repositioned her legs, rearranging them farther apart so he could lie on his stomach between them. Excitement spiked within him, which didn’t help the diamondhardness of his cock, when he glimpsed her pussy through the blonde thatch covering her. He looked up at her, marveling at the wide expanse of creamy complexion that was broken by two pretty buds of the deepest rose cresting high on small hills. A definite feast for the eyes and the tongue.

  Turning his head, he nuzzled her soft white thighs, breathing in her scent, before he swiped one long path with his tongue, ending with his face buried in the blonde curls. Pressed intimately against her, the scent of her musk filled him and drugged his blood. He didn’t know why he trembled, but he did. Hands shaking, he parted her thatch to reveal the treasure within.

  Sweet.

  He moaned with delirious joy as he sipped from her pussy, her woman’s juices coating his tongue and lips, as he explored her folds and teased the tiny bud of her pleasure. Her moans and mewling cries, as well as the painful pull of his hair, told him she was awake. He kissed her there as he would her mouth, a wild, ravenous kiss that had her keening and shuddering.

  A knock sounded on the door.

  He ignored it, intent on savoring his prize.

  Someone on the other side of the door rapped again, more insistent this time. Damaon lifted his head from between her thighs and growled. Who dared? He was going to smash this particular servant into smithereens. A glimmer of his old savagery returned. “Come in.” He wasn’t particularly surprised to hear himself snarling the words.

  Raisa caressed his scalp and chided, “Damaon.” Then she suggested, “Why don’t you go back to what you were doing?”

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  Tempting. He proceeded to do just that, the honey in her cunt calling to him, as a servant girl entered, carrying in a tray of dishes. “Masters, Mistress, where do you want me to place this?”

  He raised his head, struck by a sudden realization.

  Polite. The servants were all so polite. Lifeless, not only physically, but emotionally as well. He didn’t know why it should bother him now, when it never had before. Maybe Raisa had healed even the tiniest corners of his heart—making him really feel—

  and he wasn’t satisfied with blandness anymore. Maybe he’d gotten used to Raisa’s many moods that monotony now chafed at him. He didn’t know, but he was thinking that if— when—they have time, maybe Adamas could program some temper into the servants. Give them character and make their days livelier, but that wasn’t the priority in his and Adamas’ long list of things to do. Maybe Iderea would help. Sapphire’s little girl was very good with programming emotions.

  “Just put the tray down on the desk, Dia, then you may go.”

  Dia?

  Raisa knew the girl’s name? When the hell did she have the chance to find out details like that?

  The moment the servant Dia left, Raisa turned to Adamas, who had awakened by now. “How is it that they—the servants—can move and talk? Are they like the AI robots back home? How did you make them so lifelike?” Bemusement suffused her voice. “Did you name them all? Are the gems sentient here?”

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  hair, he finally sat up, licking his lips with enormous satisfaction. “There, now we can talk.”

  Raisa moaned and her restless legs moved. “Do we have to?”

  Adamas laughed and Damaon’s heart lifted in response. It had been some time since Damaon had heard his lover laugh. Hell, he hadn’t even smiled for months before Raisa had arrived.

  Adamas smoothed back her damp hair in a loving gesture. “You’re the one who has lots of questions.”

  Raisa drew Adamas’ hand down to her mouth and sucked each digit with deep concentration. Watching her, Damaon felt the pull of her mouth as though she were sucking his cock and he could see Adamas falling under her spell. She opened her eyes and pressed a moist kiss in the center of Adamas’ palm, all the while holding his gaze, then sat up with regret. She swept a hand through her hair. “All right, where were we?”

  Damaon gave her pussy a single glance of regret, wishing he could be in her again. But the reason he’d performed oral sex on her was because she had to be sore from all the riding they had done and if he could give her some reprieve, he would. “First of all, how did you know her name? I don’t think I ever saw you talking to her.”

  “Oh, shouldn’t I talk to her?” Raisa patted her hair into place, not that it was badly tousled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know your rules and—”

  He took hold of her hands. In the past few days, he noticed she fiddled with her hair whenever she was nervous. “You can talk to anyone you want. I was merely curious.”

  “The second day after I arrived. I wandered around the palace and I saw her wiping the windows.” She shrugged, then grimaced. “We talked. Not that she was a very good conversationalist. Someone should upgrade her program.”

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  “What’s that look?” Raisa had caught their silent exchange and her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

  “I was just wondering where she got her name,” Damaon said, frowning. “Do all the servants have names? What about the workers in the fields?” He hadn’t known, but then, he hadn’t bothered to ask, being too busy in those early days with acquainting himself with his new position. However, if they did have names, surely his predecessor would’ve mentioned it.

  “I don’t know.” Raisa bit her lip. “Our conversation didn’t touch on that and I doubt if she could give me a satisfactory answer.”

  “To answer your questions, when Adamas and I arrived at the palace to begin our duties as the Diamond Immortals, both the servants in the palace and the workers in the fields were already animated. They have only one expression on their faces—a cheerful, sunny smile. They could talk about the gem they were in charge of all day, but that was the extent of their conversation. So, no, they’re not sentient at all, as they can’t think for themselves or make decisions.”

  “About a hundred years ago, a fad swept through the immortals,” Adamas continued. He had shifted and now sat behind Raisa. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her head, his gaze far away. “We gifted them—the servants and the workers, that is—with a semblance of emotions and thoughts and conversation, something to make their int
eractions with us more lifelike, more…human. But they weren’t real emotions. How to explain this to you?” He mulled over the question, but Damaon hit upon an analogy first.

  “It’s somewhat like your computer programmers on Earth.” Being curious about the different cultures and societies in the universe, he had devoured the books in the library on the topic. “We input a set of codes into their systems to make them behave like humans given a certain set of conditions, but by themselves, they can’t think or feel.”

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  “Exactly. We programmed them in such a way that they can now respond appropriately to the given stimuli, sort of a cause-effect correlation program.” Adamas suddenly grimaced and Damaon knew what came to his mind. “Sometimes, I regret it, especially when Damaon went into one of his moods. Then the servants would just stand there bewildered, not knowing what to do, as Damaon couldn’t get the words past his clenched teeth to give them a work command.”

  “I do not have moods,” Damaon felt compelled to protest. Adamas deemed it wise not to answer. Rightly so. Raisa, however, couldn’t smother the tiny giggle that escaped her lips. Damaon glared at her, but she only stuck her tongue out at him.

  This playful side to Raisa was something new, as was the indulgent response welling up within him. Not wanting to examine the emotion further, he returned to the topic at hand. “Anyway, we never gave them names, so we’re surprised that they have somehow given themselves one. I mean, if Dia has a name, it’s logical to assume the other servants have them too.”

  “Maybe someone gave them the names,” Raisa suggested.

  “Who?” Adamas frowned, perplexed.

  Raisa shrugged. “You sometimes have parties, I guess.”

  “Just one big one to introduce ourselves to our peers,” Adamas answered, then smacked his forehead as something obviously came to him. “Recently, we’ve also been having small gatherings with a select group of friends, who wouldn’t have done such a thing without getting our permission.”

  “Well then, couldn’t one of the immortals who aren’t part of this group of close friends have done it as a joke?