The war beast grouched, nosing at Annabell and pushing her out of the way, while Doku-ni finished with the gear and saddle. It became a battle between the three of them because the two stupids didn't understand Annabell needed the thick quilted thing to fix the bed. It smelled safe and homey, and she wanted to use it. The two of them plotting against her and refusing to listen to reason.
They wanted to travel. She did not. The sky was dark; it was time to rest. The hour had come for her white Orki to lie down and let her climb all over him. "I don't feel right. I don't want to travel today. We should stay here. Let the others go on, there is a place against the wall that looks more comfortable." While she talked, she inched closer to the saddle pad, ready to take it back as soon as she had a chance.
Doku-ni bent down, nuzzling his cheek against hers—putting the music he made in his chest closer to her. The sound eased the building tension under her skin. Urgency softening at the sound, she drifted into relaxed compliancy.
With Annabell distracted, he finished his tasks while the big oaf of a war beast pushed her muzzle into Annabell's middle, making her own kind of rumble. Different in pitch and feel to Doku-ni, and lacking the liquifying effect on her nerves, the sound comforted her. It wasn't the same, but it was nice, friendly, like a hug.
Once the group moved, he gave her water, making her drink. She wanted to press her nose under his chin and breathe in his delicious self, fill her ears with his purr. Why couldn't he give her what she wanted? Why did they have to keep moving?
In the back of her mind, her unnatural behavior scandalized her ideas of her years of Righteous Way humble life morality. She couldn't summon the will to do things differently. Last night occupied all her desires, plaguing her with visions of a repeat performance. She wanted him to make her come again.
Nothing mattered but getting his cock inside of her body. Knowing him better would have to wait. Time would tell if his temperament complemented hers, if he angered with ease or if he used cold indifference to punish her. With no ability to speak, she had yet to learn if he was the type of male who humiliated her one moment and in the next, confess life-long love and devotion. She didn't know what he liked and didn't like. She lacked all the basic important information. But he was hers. And she wanted this magical thing to happen between them.
On their journey again, Annabell couldn't get comfortable—the position on the back of the war beast kept her from climbing him the way she wanted. Her fur pelt and the blanket, meant to warm her and keep out the elements of the swift ride, hid the prize she most craved. He wouldn't help her. Why wasn't he making love to her? Had she done something wrong?
The shape of him beckoned and tempted her hands and mouth. She kissed and petted, trying to coax him into behaving like a proper male. A male who desired her back. Mad impulses streamed through her mind: to rub her naked breasts across his mouth, to force-feed him the wet slick between her thighs, anything to get his attention.
His resistance caused an increasing panic. Didn't he want her anymore? Was he like Mark after all? Did he think that touching should only be at certain times and in certain ways? She envisioned that black tongue between her legs again, his finger pressing on the walls of her feminine passage, and she wanted. Struggling to find comfort, she discovered a position that brought the hill of nerves at the top of her slit into contact with the hard bar of his manhood. She hissed in satisfaction. That. She needed that. Her white Orki could relive her hurting.
"I need to make love. I think I need you inside me," she told him, her hips dancing. She would be clear.
He grunted, adjusting her upright in his hold, away from his cock.
She whined with helpless disappointment. Self-consciousness gone, she kept trying to explain. "I need you to do it."
His hand slipped from her belly to her throat, clasping her in the hold that she knew would take her breath. His other arm crossed across her front—firm, tight, frightening.
And good. So good. He was going to take her over—make her do whatever he wanted. Her mind went straight to sex, to him putting that hard cock inside of her.
"Fuck me, White Eyes." The profane words spilled out.
He didn't budge.
Ready to do anything to get what she wanted, she begged, "I want this. I want you. Don't you like me? Don't you want me? Fuck me, please."
The sound of his purr went louder in her ears, as loud as she had heard so far. He squeezed at her neck, gentle pressure holding her air. Increasing second by second, until the edges of her vision went black, her core rocking with spasms. Doku-ni didn't stop as the black creeped into her vision. Reflexes activate and she kicked, struggling until her oxygen supply dwindled to nothing. His hold prevented escape. Dark swallowed her up, and Annabell lost consciousness.
*
She awoke, disoriented, when Doku-ni splashed water on her cheeks and over her dry lips. Lukewarm, the stuff barely satisfied her thirst. She drank before fully conscious, wanting the flavor to change, expecting it to. She ached for the taste of her Orki on her tongue, for his smell in her mouth and down her to her belly, for a liquid her instincts told her would satisfy her need. It was the weirdest craving of her entire life. This sickness turned her into a sex-crazed cannibal, wanting to consume him and be consumed. The unwanted water streamed down her parched throat, sloshing and heavy. It wasn't right.
"What did you do to me?" she asked.
Of course, he couldn't answer, just gave her a chest grunting sound.
The dark fur of the war beast pressed against Annabell, helping her to stand after her and Doku-ni dismounted. When the blanket covering slipped from one shoulder, Doku-ni took the opportunity to touch her everywhere, as if for an inspection. He didn't linger long enough at her breasts, waist, or bottom. It would be so good if he just put his hands where she needed them. The incidental touch against her nipples caused them to stiffen and burn. She whimpered in response, begging, "Please."
He gave her a grunt. When his hand passed over her hips, then between her thighs, her strength melted. Her core in his hand, he supported her full weight, standing there where anyone could see. The blunt end of his middle finger rested right at her small hole, testing the slippery wet of her arousal.
The intrusion set her off. All the places she liked to be touched, blasting her brain with mixed signals of pleasure-pain. A hard, inexplicable contraction rang her body like a bell, the orgasm taking her by surprise, occurring for no reason at all other than the mere suggestion.
Annabell cried out, clinging to him. When he pulled his hand away, drenched with her essence, he gave her his biggest smile yet, pleased with himself. He held up his hand to show her the glossy substance before licking his palm clean.
The wolfish beast stayed close to them, making noise as if giving Doku-ni a talking-to. Annabell leaned into the animal, trusting Zerzer to take her weight. Taking one of Annabell's hands, Doku-ni set it on the saddle, giving her a meaningful glance. In silence, he reminded her not to look around, but keep her face forward.
The instant he stepped away, Annabell wanted to call him back, cry out. Everything in her protested him walking away from her. Biting her lip, she hid her face against her arm and the saddle, withholding tears of insecurity.
It was crazy.
