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The smaller cock just touches against my clit, stroking lightly in time with his slow, deep thrusts. Pleasure builds fast as liquid heat gathers where we’re joined. I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back as he rocks into me harder. The bulbs swell inside, locking us tighter with every stroke.
Our bodies move together in a rhythm that feels ancient and new all at once. Skin slaps softly, breaths mingle, soft words in his hard language spill between kisses. “You feel incredible,” I moan, nails raking down his striped back. “Don’t stop… stay deep like that.”
He snarls softly, hips snapping faster, the wet sounds of our coupling filling the warm cave. The dual stimulation pushes me over the edge first. My orgasm hits hard, pussy clamping down around his thick cock in powerful waves as I cry out, trembling beneath him. He follows moments later with a deep, guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt as his bigger cock pulses and floods me with hot, thick ropes of cum. The smaller one twitches rhythmically against my clit, drawing out every last shiver of pleasure.
We stay locked together afterward, panting, his weight a comforting blanket as he presses tender kisses to my neck and shoulder.
“You are mine now,” he whispers against my skin.
“And you are mine,” I breathe back.
14
- Nator’ax-
I wake before the light fully reaches the cave mouth. The gray morning filters in across stone and fur. Riley is still beside me, half-wrapped in the hides, her breathing slow and even. The cold should be biting, but the space around her holds a different kind of warmth, one that has nothing to do with fire or shelter.
I watch her, noting the way she curls toward me even in sleep, as if some part of her has already decided where she belongs.
“You do belong to me,” I whisper.
She stirs before I can pull away from it, her eyes opening with a soft blink as awareness settles in. For a heartbeat, she just looks at me through slitted eyes.
“Are you staring?” she asks, her voice rough with sleep, but amused.
“I’m making sure you’re still here,” I reply evenly. “I was worried it might have been a dream.”
She pushes herself up on one elbow and rubs one eye. “I’m sorry to say that it’s all true. We’re still prisoners here. The tribe still wants to kill us. And you’re still stuck with me.”
“That last part is worth all the other things,” I say sincerely.
“You know, I can’t help but agree.” She stretches, then pulls the furs tighter around herself before glancing toward the cave entrance. “I talked to some of the boys yesterday while you were out,” she says. “They told me there are hot springs up in the mountains. Real ones, not just a warm puddle. Steam, pools, the whole thing. So they say.”
My attention sharpens. “How far?”
“Not that far,” she says. “A few hours, maybe. They go there sometimes, apparently. Said it’s the only place you can actually get clean without freezing something important off.”
I think about it. “This place doesn’t invite long baths. And being clean is something I enjoy.”
“I’m glad you agree. So I was thinking… we could go. Just for the day. Wash properly, get out of the village for a bit. It might be nice.”
“Nice” is not the word I’d use. “Perfect” is closer. Still, I understand what she’s asking for. Space, privacy, a break from eyes that weigh and measure. “It may not work in our favor to be away. It’s harder to use a blade on a friend than a stranger.”
“Mm. Or maybe they should be forced to remember how empty their village is without us. And we won’t stay that long.”
I study her for a moment. There’s no fear in her suggestion, only a kind of mild defiance. I can’t help but like it. I was going to make myself even more valuable to the tribe today, but this hasmuch greater appeal. “There may be other advantages, too,” I say.
Her eyes narrow. “Are you thinking just about getting clean now? Or is there something else?”
I let my gaze lower to her chest. “I’m always thinking of something else. But yes, let’s see if they’ll let us go.”
Her smile this time is bright and happy. “Good. I was hoping you’d say that.”
We don’t delay long. By the time we step into the open, the village is already stirring. Movement spreads between huts and tents, men preparing for the day’s work, the carcass from the hunt already being stripped and divided. Eyes turn toward us as we walk together, some curious, and some calculating.
We go directly to Chief Hoker’iz. He stands near the totem pole, speaking with two others, his posture relaxed but deliberate. His gaze shifts to us as we approach, taking us in.
“Ah. Good morning, Warrior Nator’ax and Dame Riley. No hunt is planned for today, warrior. We’d worry about you killing every dondar on the ice.” His smile is small, but seems real.
