BONDS

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Nexi tossed them a huge party, jacked them with hormones, stimulants and wine, and got the entire party to carry the couple on their shoulders to their wedding bed, laughing, and lock them into the heavily-pillowed chamber for three entire day-cycles.

From the very start, Leil and Andrew twined tightly, lustily, uncoupling only to relieve and wash themselves in the small latrine room, devour and guzzle greedily at the food left for them, and then devour and guzzle again at each other. Andrew‘s brain trailed lazily behind his body as he explored Leil‘s terrain, hair and curve and pore and dimple and crevice, fascinated, incapable of drawing back; she reciprocated, tracing him with fingertips, urging him with nails, groaning softly, then louder, clutching and twisting with him as they rolled across the broad heavy mattress.

Again and again they came to climax, separately and together, crying out, as if they could wipe away every hurt, every frustration, every wound of their lives in one desperate bout of loving, and replace all the pain with ecstasy and hope.

Finally came a knock on the steel door. Andrew, sprawled in a half-dream, jolted awake, a sudden image of Mentrius‘s angular face fading. He looked across at his dozing naked bride, and his tension turned to joy. The aureoles of Leil‘s nipples had paled to mauve: her indicator cells announcing her pregnancy. He tickled her awake, pointed; they laughed in delight. From that moment, they never looked back.