She fingered him, looking for the walnut of nerves that would indicate his prostate. She found, that as everything else in a Sarran male; it was large and easy to find. She curled her finger and massaged her prize. Bron groaned.
::Stop, Pa Syn, or I will come in your mouth.::
Syn spoke aloud. “That’s the idea, for me to make you feel good.”
::No, Pa Syn, we must spill our juices inside you so the seed can take root.::
The thought of a child of her own made tears of joy slide down her cheeks; this was something she never thought she could have because before her Warriors she avoided men.
Zaron came down to kiss Syn’s lips, giving himself a taste of Bron’s pre-cum mixing with Syn’s secretions. The two Warriors acted in perfect coordination as the stood up on their knees and lifted Syn up between them. Zaron moved his hands up and down her chest and thighs and fingered her canal while moving his thumb over her clit. Syn screamed as she came in his hand.