Climax and Morning

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Raymond stayed in the shadows of the doorway and watched until the end.

Chandrakala’s rhythm grew heavier, her hips slamming against Maha’s soft ass with wet, relentless force. Maha’s moans broke into high, trembling cries as the thick length drove deep into her. Her petite body shook; her arms nearly gave out. Chandrakala reached under her again, fingers working Maha’s small clit in tight circles while she kept pounding her ass.

Maha came first — a long, shuddering climax that left her mouth open in a silent scream, eyes rolled back, body clenching hard around the cock inside her. The sight and the tight, pulsing heat pulled Chandrakala over the edge moments later. She buried herself to the hilt with a low, guttural groan and emptied deep into Maha’s ass, holding the smaller woman in place until the last pulse faded.

They stayed locked together for several breaths, both breathing hard, sweat cooling on their skin. Only then did Chandrakala slowly pull out. A thick trickle of seed followed, running down the inside of Maha’s thigh.

Raymond stepped back from the door without a sound, returned to his own bed, and closed his eyes. Sleep came eventually, though the wet sounds and Maha’s broken voice stayed in his mind.

Early Morning

Grey light filtered through the shutters when the Hounds began to stir. Raymond was already dressed and checking his gear when Maha and Chandrakala stepped out of the small side room.

Maha’s face went warm the moment she saw him. She looked away quickly, fingers fussing with the edge of her traveling saree, the shy flush rising from her neck to her cheeks. The controlled, headstrong mask she usually wore was nowhere in sight for those first few seconds.

Chandrakala met Raymond’s eyes directly, completely unbothered. She gave him a small, knowing nod — neither ashamed nor defiant, simply acknowledging that he knew and that she did not care.

Raymond’s mouth curved in a faint smirk.

“Sleep well?” he asked, voice mild.

Maha’s flush deepened. She managed a quiet “Yes” without looking at him.

Chandrakala adjusted the strap of her pack. “Well enough. We’re ready.”

Raymond’s smirk lingered a moment longer, then faded into the practical calm of the road. “Good. The convoy leaves within the hour. High passes, expected trouble. Stay close, follow orders, and keep your eyes open. This is the first contract with your names on the books — make it count.”

Maha finally lifted her gaze, still shy but steadying. Chandrakala simply checked the edge of her blade and gave a short affirmative.

The three of them left the inn together and joined the forming column of Iron Hounds. The morning air was cold and clear. Ahead lay the high passes and their first true adventure under the same banner — the memory of the night still unspoken between them, but no longer hidden.