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Jale smacked her cunt again, harder this time. The woman arched her spine and tossed back her head, letting out a sound the likes of which Jale had never heard.

“Oooohhh…”

He liked that sound, wanted to hear it again. He smacked her cunt even harder. His palm and fingers impacted her nub and her slit all the way to the bit of skin just before her anus.

The woman moaned. When she tried to flinch her legs together in defense, Jale kept his hand cupped on her cunt. He rubbed her firmly, brutally, until she moaned some more and her legs fell open bonelessly once again.

He spanked her more. Slippery fluid coated her opening and his fingers, making the smacking sound especially loud. Skin striking wet skin.

Jale spanked her cunt over and over.

The woman’s nipples stiffened to sharp peaks. Her cunt-nub joined them, growing hard as a hot pebble under Jale’s punishing hand. She mewled, and her body shuddered in his lap with strange convulsions. Fragrant juices gushed from her hole, filling the evening air with her hot cunt-scent.

Jale couldn’t resist bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck that fluid that he had tasted the night before. It was every bit as delicious now.

His cock bucked and dribbled hot fluid of its own.

He sent his fingers back between her open thighs, not spanking her now, but rubbing, circling, pressing, exploring. He hooked his middle finger inside her hole. The woman gasped and arched her back on his lap.

Her body was so amazing. So responsive to his different touches.

“Get your fingers out of there,” Krogg chastised. “You’re supposed to be punishing her, Jale, not pleasuring her.”

As far as Jale was concerned, it was difficult to tell those two apart when it came to the woman. The noises that burst from her lips when he punished her sounded so similar to her pleasure sounds he could scarcely tell the difference. The line between her agony and her ecstasy was a thin one it seemed.

But for now, Jale thought, the woman really had received punishment enough.

And Krogg seemed to agree. He gestured toward the red-faced, panting creature sprawled on Jale’s lap.

“Sit her up. It’s time for her supper.”

Supper.

That word excited Jale. He had seen how much ksh juice Krogg had added to that berry pudding. Would that make the woman’s body even more plump and curvy? That thought sent a rush of blood straight to Jale’s cock, hardening it painfully. His erection pressed against the woman’s tortured rump and she gasped when she felt it.

Jale grinned and sat Alyx up on his lap. She glared at him angrily, defiantly, her cheeks flushed to a rosy hue. Her defiance only stirred his mysterious feelings even more.

Krogg crouched beside them with the bowl of iji berry pudding. He scooped some up with a wooden spoon and offered it to Alyx. She backed away.

“Eat,” Krogg commanded.

The woman pressed her lips together in a tight seam, denying the offered food.

“Eat.”

After a minute, when she still refused, Krogg snorted in amusement.

“Fine. We’ll do it the hard way.” He turned to Ravnar, who was looking on. “Tie her to that tree.”

CHAPTER 14

When Krogg offered her a spoonful of food, Alyx flinched away.

She felt like a damn child in this situation. Here she was, her ass still stinging from two spankings by Ravnar and Jale, and now she was clamping her mouth shut against a proffered spoon like a picky toddler refusing to eat.

But she had good reason, didn’t she?

Yes, they had saved her life, she could not deny that. But for what reason? After they had left the dead nith behind, they had rushed back to the campsite, loaded up their gear onto the waiting skriks, and ridden out, following the course of the river and not stopping until evening.