With Dick initially unresponsive to her overtures, Kory had turned to Franklin Crandall and much as she loved sex, she had never been unfaithful to him. Somehow, he had satisfied her... kept that burning need inside her for himself and him alone.
But he'd died. Kory had spent a short time in mourning, then turned to other men, other women. Though she enjoyed the sex, it was never truly satisfying. She orgasmed, as she always did... sometimes just thinking about a hard cock inside her could do it... but the empty feeling she had, even after the most rousing sex, began to trouble her. She tried to sate it after they left, touching herself to orgiastic fervor, but that didn't help either.
Was it possible that even then, nothing but Dick could satisfy her? She didn't know. All she knew was that now, after so long, she was finally satisfied. And she wasn't about to let her satisfaction get away for lack of appreciation. She would give Dick all the reasons he could ever ask for to stay with her.
And she'd enjoy herself in the process.
Dick let out a hard grunt, as always unable to believe just how vividly Kory's sex convulsed around his manhood. He pumped her hard, pulling at her hips, and everywhere he felt inside her, she rippled with a return of the pressure. Dick couldn't help but share in Kory's overwhelming ecstasy.
He spurted, spraying his thick load into Kory's contracting folds as though putting out a fire. Kory cried out, feeling Dick spend himself inside her. Her pussy squeezed and roiled harder than ever. Her stomach was a flurry of reactions shuddering up from her depths. Her inner thighs tightened, loosened, shimmied with reverberations of the motion deep inside her cunt.
"Oh! X'Hal! X'Hal..." she moaned, the intense throbbing finally slowing, stilling until she felt only a gentle stirring in her womanhood. "Dick, that was so good, so beautiful... X'Hal, I love it when you forget to be gentle... and remember all I can take..."
"Kory..." Dick sighed back at her. "I love you."
"Of course you do, silly. You just showed me that."
Dick yawned. He was in superb condition, but it wasn't enough. He'd been awake for the past twenty hours, putting off sleep because a million things needed doing. Sex with Kory had taken even more out of him. And now her body rested under him, cushioning him, her arms and even her hair blanketing him in warm softness.
He knew he should've kept going—pushed to fully satisfy Kory's endless lust—but the Tamaranian didn't want that. Her fingers traced over the taut, wiry muscles beneath his skin, not trying to elicit further energy from him, but continuing the dampening gentleness of the afterglow.
"You've given me plenty of pleasure," Kory assured him. "Now allow me to give you comfort... yes... rest now, Dick... rest... I can tell how much you want it... let me give you what you want..."
