He didn't answer, instead just grunted at her. His expression looking light, and very pleased. "What are you so happy about?" Annabell asked.
His arms squeezed, nuzzling her hair, and inhaling deeply as he did so. Setting the bladder to the side, he moved her around to where he wanted her, laying down so that she stretched out on top of him. His body was not a soft mattress, but he was warm, and this position kept her from the rocky hardness of the ground since there were no extra furs for sleeping on. Heaving a huge sigh, she thought that must mean it was time for them to sleep.
Looking up, Annabell saw the craggy lip of black rock and earth. Ferns grew in a spotted way, and a green plant with small dots that were berries or flowers. It was difficult to tell. If she canted her head to the left, she saw bits of sky. Bright blue sky with whips of clouds. It was a morning sky, wide above the trees, slivers of it revealed between the criss-cross of branches.
Emanating his warming, comfort noise, her body sank into him, relaxed into the heat of him, but her eyes and her awareness stayed open. The milky sour stuff, some kind of fermented milk, she guessed, left her stomach to spread through her limbs. Earlier she had felt ill, but now she felt good. Very good and safe.
It was that sense of safety that allowed her to drift.
Noises woke her. A voice she recognized.
"Yes, yes, yes," a woman repeated.
Annabell opened her eyes, tipping her chin, realizing that the couple nearest hers was Lurann and a gray Orki. On her elbows and knees, back bowed, her head and bottom raised high, an Orki leaned over her like a bull in rut, primal, pumping his hips behind her while she cried out encouragement.
The dark gray male's body flexed and flowed as he moved inside of her. The sight of that male pumping his cock in and out of Lurann in long gliding jabs aroused Annabell with its raw eroticism. The thick piston rod slid back and forth. The stem was as wide as Lurann’s forearm with an angry bulge at the base bumping against Lurann’s pink core, rocking her forward. Submitting to every thrust, Lurann bounced against him, every contact a cry of, “Yes.”
The Orki were big all over, yet somehow Lurann was accommodating the Orki girth. Though her entrance was stretched tight around the male, she was receiving pleasure from him.
Annabell wanted that pleasure too.
Doku-ni grunted, turning her head away from the sight.
Replaced with lovely, twinging tingles, the aches she had felt earlier were gone and her mouth was full of saliva. The place between her legs ached. It was all much less alarming now, however. Natural. Normal. Right. Worries receded under a tide of deliciously sensitive warmth. The jagged edges of her lost past, the miseries of yesterday, blurred and softened, losing their grip of condemnation.
Wandering, her hands passed over the planes of muscle of the Orki beneath her, rubbing back and forth. He had a heavy arm around her waist, holding her to him, but it lifted to allow her movement when she shifted herself so she could lay facing him. This contact felt much better than the other. Stretching, Annabell moaned, rubbing her cheek against his abdominals, enjoying him.
He had taken her; she was his one. That much she understood from Papa's stories, from his proposal so long ago. Benjere had gone on and on about how she would disappear into the Orki lands and never be seen or heard from again. They would not know if she was well or ill. They would know nothing. She would cease to exist in Righteous Way, not be a member of their family.
How could she want that?
She had wanted that. She had always wanted this. This male's focus, his touch, his intensity, the feel of his skin, the sounds he made, the care he took of her. The sum of these things after such a short time filled her up with bliss and gave her permission. If she was his one, he was hers, and he welcomed her touch. Her insides were melting, opening, blooming, as her core yearned hungry, and inhibitions faded to nothing. With no fear of him, there was only desire and the burgeoning glow of knowing he welcomed her. There was no obstacle between them, no family, no judgement, no one to accuse, no one to blame; all of that had evaporated.
She allowed herself the luxury of enjoying the moment and feeling him under her. He had so many delectable textures, shapes, and smells, packaged in his primordial masculine body. There was no way she could tolerate missing the chance to discover all of his uniqueness.
Beneath her hands his breathing increased and the muscles under his skin trembled. Looking up at him, while he looked down at her, his black tongue touched her bottom lip.
Suddenly she imagined the most wanton, dirty, impossible things. She crawled up his body, mesmerized by the black of his tongue against that white skin. It turned her insides to mushy softness in a ridiculous way. Fingers brushing over his jaw, Annabell asked, "Can I touch you?"
In answer, he let go of her and stretched his arms above his head, taking a deep breath, becoming hard and resolute all over.
Did he just say yes? Did this giant, powerful beast of a male, this killer of raiders, surrender to what she wanted?
He waited, silent. Not once taking his eyes of her, waiting to see what she would do. His eyes and face revealed the vulnerability of his need, sending a signal that crawled under her skin to her heart and wrapped fingers around it.
The way he opened himself up to her owned her. It made her feel small and strong at the same time, taking her will power and giving it back. He owned her.
The past dripped into her eyes with the sharpness of onions, bringing unexpected tears. He opened his barriers with shameless ease. Offering his honest self, from the pulsing throb of adoration in his heart to the stiff cock, straining for her between his legs, he laid himself like a feast out for her to devour. Such a gift. The depth and value of it caused the tears to fall.
Brows lowered in concern, his purr grew loud to soothe her.
She smiled. "It's okay. It is. I'm a bit overwhelmed by this. By you."
A long, sinewed and veined arm lifted, and he cupped her head in his hand. With his touch he encompassed her entire being. Quiet certainty in his eyes spoke to her emotions. This Orki would not change his mind, push her away, reject her. It wasn't in him to do such a thing. She felt it in her skin. Hand shaking, Annabell turned her head and kissed his palm.
And then she explored. With his white skin he should feel cold, as if lack of color meant lack of life. But he expelled heat, body temperature higher than her own. And she loved the magnificent feel of it against her skin. Scooting up his body, she explored his face with her fingers, brow, the points of his ears that twitched with her touch, the shape of his nose. But what she wanted, danced around, was his mouth.
His tusks looked brutally dangerous. A softer white than his skin, bone-colored, they were clean and polished-looking, two extra-long teeth rising from his bottom lip to cover his top. Did he use them in battle? Hidden behind a thin upper lip and a full bottom lip, his mouth was full of sharp beastly teeth. And that wicked black tongue. Lightly tracing each tusk, she asked, "Can you feel that?"
