He looked at the blood dripping from his cock onto Rika's back.
He looked at the outline of himself in the belly of the woman above.
He looked at the two pink nipples pointing at the sky, hard and stiff and flushed at the tips.
He leaned forward.
He opened his mouth.
He took the left nipple between his lips — the full soft areola filling his mouth, the stiff peak pressing against his tongue — and sucked.
Hard.
The sound he produced was wet and deep and deliberate.
The body above him shook from scalp to ankle.
He released the nipple.
He looked up at her face — the tears, the shaking jaw, the eyes that were fighting the remnants of the field to look anywhere except at Rika below.
"I am going to fuck you both," he said, "until I am satisfied."
He sucked the right nipple.
SLRRRP—
The broken field flickered. The blood continued its slow fall onto Rika's spine.
