From all of Nanny's advice and instructions, never had she said that joining with a man would be like this. She said it was messy. Not that a war beast would need to bring dry bedding because the furs were so sodden with cum and blood and fluids that Urku-ri threw them from the nest. Nanny had said it would hurt, there might be a little blood, but there was a lot of blood. Urku-ri, so gentle before, had bitten her shoulders, a line down her spine, all over the globes of her bottom.
She had said it would be embarrassing, but Corrin had left that feeling behind days ago. It felt like months since her clothes had been taken from her on the beach and she'd been washed in the Peace river. Now, when the knot loosened and Urku-ri turned her around to taste their combined mess, enjoying it so much she heard him swallow, and then forced a finger dipped in their juices into her mouth, as if it were wild honey to be enjoyed. She didn't think, just opened her mouth and hummed in thankfulness. When he licked her there with his decadently colored tongue, spending extra time pushing at the place where she usually evacuated waste, she didn't even try to get away, just pressed into the sensation as much as she could.
He did things she had never imagined. She did them back to him. So much, too much. Her body was covered in bruises, bites, and fingerprints. His impervious skin, on the other hand, glowed with health.
At some point she remembered demanding to mark him. It had seemed the thing to do. She had wanted that, wanted all to know he was hers. He'd been proud. Taken her to the fire. It seemed like a dream now. A nightmare. All the Orki gathered around them. Watching. She'd been afraid he would want her to touch them. Instead, he gave her a sharp and deadly steel blade, offered his bare chest to her. She ran the edge over him twice, like some kind of barbarian princess marking her warrior king and scoring his chest over his heart. He didn't bleed, but the skin, split. Scarred. Then he rubbed coal ash and something else into it that made him hiss. After, he mounted her, there in front of all the gathered Orki, everyone watching. Nobody touched her. He touched no one, looked at no one. They only saw each other. Laying her on a ledge so he could look into her soul while he knotted her, she forgot the world existed outside of the two of them.
Her eyes sought her mark, the lines blackened in a permanent tattoo, and her insides clenched, joyous.
He was inside of Corrin more than not. She drifted off in exhausted sleep connected to him, woke with him pumping into her. Sitting her on his chest, he made her drink water and eat food at regular intervals, which didn't last long, because her hand would begin a fascinated wandering and her mouth would want to eat from the nourishment of his body.
He did that strange thing to her. Over and over his cock tunneled into her, flared past her cervix, made her cum, flooded her with seed, and locking inside her woman's channel with what he called his knot. It wasn't human. Nanny had talked a little about cocks. Cocks did not get stuck and pump cum for twenty, thirty minutes at a time.
Nanny, who loved her youngest granddaughter most of all, had said a lot of things. Maybe she didn't know as much as she thought she did.
After Corrin's skin cooled, and the need in her middle no longer cramped in pain when he wasn't there with his hard cock to fill it, she found out that they had stayed in the tree camp for two extra nights and three days. At some point during their time, while she was lost in a haze of want, Corrin discovered her cycle had started. Uncivilized brute that he was, Urku-ri acted as if nothing happened.
"I can't believe you! That's dirty. Disgusting. Wrong. People don't do that. It's not done," she complained, wedging a pad of fluff and rags between her legs.
He purred, shaking his head.
"Huumonsstrange thinking. Is life. Is death. Birth, rebirth, all things beautiful. Blessing.Great blessing of woman." He tried to tell her that her thinking was wrong on the subject, and Corrin's eyes widened in disbelief. The male was not only a monster, he was a crazy monster. She had joined her body with a crazy monster. She had thought it was too late for regrets.
Time to rethink that.
On the third morning, when usually they rested, he took her from the nest in his arms, down to the river to wash. Two Orki males trailed at their back to watch for the armored fish. Not letting her care for herself, Urku-ri soaped her, his gentle hand returning, as he examined all her sore spaces. "Corrin, hurt?" he asked. She could not tell if he was concerned or satisfied. His tone said both.
"Yes. I hurt, you great big boulder of a male. You have pounded me to dust and then some." He washed her red abraded nipples with extra care. She knew if he put his mouth there and she saw his tongue, that she'd need his cock as well and they would be outside in the cold water, consumed with each other for another hour.
He commanded her eyes, connecting with her in another way, as his hand found more sore places. "We ride today, my Corrin, cannot wait another day. Is danger." A shadow flitted over his eyes. "Stayed long and now is great danger."
"Today? Not at night? What danger?" It was difficult to believe anything could stand against the Orki. With two hunting parties, they were a formidable group.
"Frolu. Ride by the light." He gave the day its name.
"My Corrin will be safe, mind self, eyes on Urku-ri, be safe."
"Frolu, daylight? And danger. What is the danger?"
"Day light," he confirmed. "And with fire. Enemies across waters." He told her the name of the waters, and the name of the enemies that sounded like a gurgle in the back of his throat.
"Manyhungrieshave found us. They wait. Corrin be safe Searnon. Corrin will ride fast, mind self."
"Many hungries?"
He growled, that sound she gave into every time, forgetting time, place, and conversation. He lifted her out of the water, and back onto the bank, wrapped her in a blanket for warmth, heading back to the camp, the guards behind them. She had more questions. Needed answers to know how afraid she should be. He tugged her hair and told her, "See me. See Urku-ri." Refusing more information.
They breakfasted on cold meat together, instead of the dried, salted stuff. After they finished eating, he made her eat more, then directed her to drink as much water as she could hold. Telling him she didn't want a full stomach and a full bladder on top of all her other complaints didn't dissuade him from what he thought she should do. His mouth firmed with a warning. She ate.
At the camp entrance, Urku-ri tipped his head and talked to the three Orki who had been sentries the night before. She tried not to stare. The Orki way of minding one's business was not her way. She kept her eyes on Urku-ri's broad back. There was no tension there, or in his arms, no concern in his manner. She may have sensed a banked excitement to be away. Or to be facing an enemy. He said that theOrki were at war. Whoever the "hungries" were, they had better be careful. War was coming.
"Twenty-six Orki to face the hungries?"
"Yes, my Corrin."
"How many hungries?" she asked curiously.
He seated her on Searnon's back. His hand went over her shin and down her calf. Soothing. His eyes on hers, he said nothing for a moment.
