Part 44 E

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Finally!!! 

And with the help from a fellow bird! Enjoy!

That night Sang proved that no matter what she could handle her boys. Each taking a little bit bigger piece of her heart as her time with each one ended. Each felt special and had another memory to add to their ever-growing file.

Her meanie was reminded again that he was loved, that he was enough, that his love meant everything to her and if that love ever stopped flowing, she would break.

Gabe was done being tormented. He took from her what he needed and she gave him all that and more. They poured their love for each other into their touches, the caresses they shared and let the passion flow through to air with their whimpers, moans and groans.

Kota with his firm hand, adding another element to the night, took control after Gabe's blissful sendoff for his Trouble. His words full of command but softened by his love for the beauty that was theirs to cherish, to protect and to love. His ways took her higher and then he let her float back down slowly.

Victor, her prince, helped her come back to them only to send her flying again all the while keeping his fiery eyes trained on her body's responses. His passion shining through with the way he played her body so perfectly.

Nathan was at a loss as to how to handle his pregnant Peanut but he took his time and allowed her some respite from the loving the others gave her. His rough hands tenderly caress her body alighting her senses with this new texture and delighting her with his softer side.

Luke, now recovered from his earlier endeavors, tastes his forever, every inch of her. Her moans, giggles, and whimpers all for him in that moment. His worship of her body, letting her know that he will be with her always. Her sweetness, intoxicating him, drugging him. Her taste, scent and touch, all became so addicting to him, leaving him wanting more but knowing he has to share. Luke savors one more taste of her irresistible mouth and steps back.

North roughly pushes his big brother out of the way. Sang chastises him for his rude behavior and he has the good graces to blush and look repentant. She opens her arms for her Northstar after his scolding, welcoming him and reassuring him of her love for him. He restrains his natural forcefulness knowing she can't take it for a second time tonight. Instead he takes his time, slowly working her up from a faint glow to a burning sun before tipping her over and making her go super nova and into darkness.

Her flirty doctor checks her over and he laughs when her eyes flicker open and her cheeks tinge to a bright red. She pleads with him begging him for this one night. He relents, of course, because he knows soon none of them will be allowed to enjoy her body.

His gentle touch sparks a different sensation but still has the same ending, bliss. And she is almost full.

Her superman was there to support her tired body after the good doctor let her go. Even though her mind wanted to keep going until she completed what she had set out to do, her body puts no say in to. He was content to hold her in his embrace, whisper pretty words in her ear mixed with a little bit of naught and with his breath teasing her, she was short of breath when their time ended.

Owen sat there, gritting his teeth, barely holding on to his famed control as each of his brothers passed in front of him on their way to our salvation. He prayed silently and with clenched eyes hard that this wasn't just a dream and that he only had to wait a little longer. With eight brothers the eternity felt like an eon. Finally all his brothers stepped down and allowed him their alone time. With a barely there shake of the head from Sean he knew to keep his memory short.

Owen's love runs so deep that he didn't have the words in his extensive vocabulary to describe his feeling for her so he settled on showing her just a bit of what he felt. That night there was no hurried touches or fumbling with clothes there was only Ms. Sorenson and Mr. Blackbourne expressing their love for one another without words. His caress spoke the words he didn't know and her touch spoke the words she didn't have the courage to say

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