No one talked once they came inside. The boots walked slowly around me until I was surrounded. Pulling the nket around my shoulders, I fought to breath slow and steady.


    “Leave it,” I heard a bored voice say. “Get our things and we can go celebrate.”


    Damien and his Brothers were right, I mused as the men collected their things and left. The men from thepound respected the rules about ves. I was in far less danger around them than I had been in the mountains. Still, I didn’t breath easier until I heard Damien and his Brotherse in.


    “The others were here already,” Kein said as soon as they walked in.


    Christof unbundled me and checked for any damage before I could speak.


    “Did they touch you or speak to you?” Bane asked with a hand on the hilt of his sword.


    “No, they just looked at me and left,” I said reaching out and stroking his leg.


    “They didn’t need to look at you,” Evan said sounding cranky. “I told you all those men were not honorable.”


    The Brothers argued. There was some dissension as to whether looking constituted something other men should not do. Kein argued they would have looked when they were younger. Damien said they would have ignored the ve.


    I interrupted them when Iughed.


    “Is it honorable,” I asked softly, “to leave a member of the family tied up when we are all back together?”


    Bane grunted and sliced through the leash tethering me in the main room. I rose and stretched. My dder was a little full, so I wandered into the bathroom to use the pot. After sitting down I looked up at five men standing in the doorway staring at me.


    “Are you all bored?” I asked sarcastically.


    I failed to understand why me needing to pee resulted in a group trip to this room. I stood up and turned around facing the wall. It was really hard to do my business when I was the focus of attention.


    I looked down while I concentrated on relieving myself and noted how t my stomach was, concave almost. My thighs were also slimmer, but with pronounced muscles. I finished and realized how much weight I had lost. Nu-reeh’s boot camp had been very effective, I looked very different, which was probably her intention.


    I jumped when a wet cloth ran gently between my legs. They had been so quiet, I thought the men had gotten bored and left. Obviously they had not.


    “What are you doing?” I asked Bane as he dried me.


    “I am cleaning you,” he said softly.


    There was longing in his eyes. I realized Damien and his Brothers had missed me terribly and I wasn’t acting at all excited to see them. Usually I was much more affectionate than this. y acting in front of the other men had stifled my emotions.


    I rose and turned wrapping my arms around Bane. “I missed you, Bane,” I told him as I reached on tip toe to kiss his lips. “Being away from you was awful.”


    That was what they needed. I was passed man to man. Each of them wanted to hear my voice while they held me. They needed the soft press of lips on their skin. Tactile proof I had missed them was required.


    We ended up in the room with therge bed. They wanted to be on their bed in thepound, but no one wanted to wait that long. All of us wanted to be close after the long separation.


    I knelt on the covers and watched them disrobe around me. Damien came toward me first. As he stood beside the bed, my hands drifted over his muscled arms and chest. I re-memorized the contours of his body.


    Shuffling forward I kissed his chest across his broad t nipples. He shuddered at the strange sensation and I smiled into his chest. My hand dropped to encircle his erection and I tugged on it lightly. The rod pulsed in my hand growing harder as I yed.


    “Stop,” Damien demanded suddenly wrapping a hand in my short hair.


    As he leaned down to kiss me softly on the lips his big hand pulled my palm away from his staff.


    “You are not ready,” he said in a strained voice. “Let us make you ready.”


    I wanted to tease him, so I bit his lower jaw gently. “Do you want to punish me?” I asked breathlessly, looking into his eyes.


    The erotic way Damien had of punishing me for perceived naughtiness made me burn with desire for him. He didn’t take the bait, though and ignored the biting.


    “Lay down,” he coaxed pushing me back, “you do not need such stimtion as that right now.”


    Damien’s lips were on mine and his tongue was in my mouth as soon as my back touched the cover. Kein’s sweet lips were covering my breasts with attention and Evan had wormed his way between my thighs.


    Soft kisses and gentle licks brought me to the verge of orgasm and then Damien pushed his Brothers away to sink into my flesh.


    “Find your pleasure,” Damien coaxed as Christof’s hand slipped between us and strummed my clit as I was filled.


    Deep grey eyes watched me as my mouth opened in a soundless cry. The stimtion was unbearably pleasurable and I clenched tightly on Damien. He moved with great control as I writhed and panted beneath him.


    The men were sweet and gentle with me. Each of themid me on my back and took me slowly. I did everything they liked, but they didn’t get excited or lose control.


    I came under them in sweet, cresting waves. Frankly, I wasn’t sure how they got enough stimtion to get themselves off. No matter how hard I pushed they maintained the same slow, methodical rate. It was frustrating.Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org


    The pace began to make me restless. I needed their raw, masculine energy. It was what I was used to. It wasn’t clear where this new softer side wasing from.


    The picture came into focus when Evan grabbed my hips and started to take me more roughly. Damien pped his shoulder and told him to slow down. Kein warned him not to hurt me. They thought I was sick.


    “I’m not ill,” I panted grabbing Evan’s hair and twisting my fingers in it, “fuck me harder.”


    The Brothers had decided and my words fell on deaf ears. Evan took his time and although the sweat formed on his brow, he didn’t increase the speed or power of his thrusts.


    “Grow your teeth and do me,” I demanded pulling harder on his hair.


    My hands were pulled away and restrained beside my head on the bed.


    “You are weak, Sister,” he murmuredpping at the sweat on my neck, “frail and weak. I do not wish to hurt you. Let us join tenderly.”


    It did feel good, in apletely vani sort of way. They eventually released my hands and I stroked Evan in a loving manner.


    Christof wasst and it was the same with him. I tried again to convince him and he almost listened. The pull of the family bond won out though.


    “Thin humans are healthy,” I said once Christof rolled off of me. “On my we spend lots of time and money to be thin.”