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For each of those cocks they held inside his body, with her teeth pressed against his chest that he hadn't taken off his shirt with the Jandur Jogun emblem, there was the warm heat of his heart and chest and the alien-smelling sweat.

He'd smelled sweaty and full of mating and knew this wasn't the usual scent of human sex, there was the scent of alien mating sex, the clamour of a goddess of magic, which they were in came with the strong, heady scent of Jordund's sex and wildness, the semen he knew was hers he was sucked by Circe.

They were coming with the same increasing speed and the same savagery, he felt pain and pleasure mixing in his body and Medea that both beat with ferocity and madness with despair.

Turning his face saw Jandur Jogun unable to contain his own power he literally had his eyes of heat turning towards the cave ceiling he ignited amidst the thrusts and pierced the cavern sky in a wave of red lightning.