<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/BVoyIAF.jpg)</div>Cin smiles drunkenly at Maeryll, before leaning over and kissing her passionately. Their lips are sticky, a salty-sweet mixture of cum and milk. "Thanks for saving my ass back there. You're the best, Mae, I owe you bigtime."<br/><br/>Speaking of asses..."Hey Virella! Keep up the good work!"<br/><br/>"Mmph!" comes the muffled reply.<br/><br/>Cinder leans back, admiring the pleasured expression on Maeryll's face, wishing she could add to that pleasure but being simply too tired. Everything hurts. Everything is stretched and sore and tender, which is wonderful. Except her tits. They hurt just to touch. She needs to sleep so her body can heal.<br/><br/>It also occurs to her, somewhat belatedly, that there is a cock in her left hand. She's pumping it, more out of muscle memory than any conscious thought. She looks over. The cock is semi-flaccid but quickly becoming hard, and is attached to the teenage-boy from the inn.<br/><br/>He rises to an elbow as she looks his way, and looks dreamily into her eyes. "I love you," he croons.<br/><br/>"Shit," Cinder replies, still pumping his cock.<br/><br/>Maeryll shakes her head. Cinder will get no help from that quarter.<br/><br/>"C'mon, then," Cinder says, as she gingerly rises and leads him to the small room adjacent to the lab that serves as Virella's occasional pad. "No sense letting that hard-on go to waste."<br/><br/>Cinder is falling asleep even as she cums, the boy still thrusting in and out of her. She is a marvel to him. Even after all the abuse, her body is just as supple. Soft and squeezable on the outside, tight and firm on the inside. It is with these thoughts going through his mind that he comes one final time before passing out next to her.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>It is with Maeryll's lips locked around her left nipple that Cinder awakes the following morning.<br/><br/>"Gah!" she cries, shooting upright on the small cot. "T-tender!" she cries, as she peels Maeryll away. As she does, a jet of milk hits Maeryll squarely in the eye.<br/><br/>Cinder flops back down, next to the softly snoring boy. "One," she says as she wipes her brow, "why is there still milk coming out of me? Two, don't you have a spell or something for my nips? Gods they hurt. Three, did we ever get his name? I have the strangest feeling we picked up a stray."<br/><br/>"You mean you," Maeryll says. "I don't do boys, and I don't do virgins."<br/><br/>"Lie and lie," Cinder replies, adding, "Whaddya say about a hot bath?"<br/><br/>Half an hour later, Cinder, Maeryll and Virella are sinking into a large tub filled with steaming hot and soapy water. The boy catering to their every need. Maeryll lathers an ointment Virella wiped up before heading down on Cinder's hyper-sore nipples. Cinder sighs deeply and leans back, hanging a bare, soapy foot over the side of the tube. The boy immediately lavishes it with attention, cleaning it thoroughly. After rinsing it off, he massages it, planting light kisses on her pruny toes.<br/><br/>"He's got it bad for you," Virella observes.<br/><br/>"Shh," Cinder chides, "don't spoil it. Now let's get down to work. I'm heading down to stake out Kahiel's place today. Who's in?"<br/><br/>She withdraws the one foot and extends the other, keeping the boy occupied.<br/><br/>