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She still didn't know his name or what to call him, but she was naked, skin to skin, on top of him. With her head resting on his abdominals, hands reaching up his chest toward his neck and her thighs wrapped around his leg.
She gasped, tried to scramble off, but he had one arm on her back; it tightened with her movement. He said something to her in his language. That purring noise he made started up again.
He did that whenever she acted distressed. It acted like an immediate "don't worry" device, dulling her fears, making her feel safe. Her brain sent a message to resist. Her body immediately countered it with,don't want to.
Returning her head to the muscled stomach, she decided her position was comfortable. She could work with this. The Orki Original was too tired to rape her tonight, anyway. With an indolent murmur, he lifted his hand, stroking and combing through her hair. Easing away all the protests she should be making.
A lovely sense of refuge spilled through her, over her. She might have drifted away back again to the cradle of sleep, but the moans across the cave increased. The space amplifying them. Accompanied by encouraging noises and delighted exclamations.
It had to be one of the captured women, sounding as if she was being stimulated by a very good lover. Not forced. Begging for more. The intimate, vulnerable noises made Corrin want to giggle.
Inherently private, she shouldn't be witnessing them, shouldn't be wondering who it was. When she tried to lift up to see, the hand at her back pressed her down and was joined by another, to hold her still.
"Not for Corrin." Her Orki told her, "Unless you want Urku-ri's cock now."
Corrin put her head down, purposely toward the wall and held very still. She didn't know what Urku-ri was, but she knew cock. If he was offering his own… No, she didn't want that.
Her naked chest rested in the slight valley of his pelvis, covered, thankfully, by his furred and leather loin cloth, which may in-turn cover the heavy, iron bar of the giant male's manhood. The very idea brought her into brighter alertness, stiffened her muscles.
The sex sounds went on and on, started to seep into her. Corrin brought a hand down to cover her ear. This helped a little, as the Orki under her kept purring for her. The soothing sound captured in her head, her body, yet she couldn't rest until the couple stopped with their activities.
Finally, the only noise in the cave were the snores of war beasts, the crackle of a coal-heavy fire, and two wakeful males rolling dice.
CHAPTER FIVE
MY CORRIN
The next thing she knew, she was being moved off her bed, sat up, and handed a bladder of icy water and a strip of dried meat.
"Can I have some clothes?" she asked groggily. "Something Cut a hole in a fur and I can belt it, maybe."
"Not ruin good fur. Soon Orki clothes for you."
"I want to go home."
"Corrin is Urku-ri redress." He met her eyes. Not a quick glance, some casual slither of his eyes across hers to check what she was doing, but a thorough, probing, seeing look. Hesawher. It reminded her immediately of the night before. Her own eyes slipped away, looking at the water bag in her hands, closing him out.
"Urku-ri? Redress? What do you mean by that?" she asked, taking a drink of the cold, clean water. She watched the war beast stand, neck bristles out, before the long body stretched, each limb extending. "What do I have to do with making things right? You already killed those mercenary raiders who broke the laws, they paid for their crime. I didn't do anything. You know
I didn't do anything."
He ignored her words.
"I have questions. Are the other women redress? What does that mean, exactly? What do you want from me?" She thought about the sounds from last night and felt her cheeks heat. He wanted that. He hadn't done anything to force it, but he wanted it.
"What this?" He squatted down, closer to her, cupped her chin with a hand that could easily twist her head off and ran a thumb over her fair cheeks. Gentle. A shiver went through her.
"What?"
"Color?"
It deepened when he pointed it out. Corrin hadn't known she could blush so much. "It's called: I'm embarrassed because I have no clothing."
He made a humming, thoughtful sound. "Orki no lie."
"I'm not Orki."
"Corrin is redress."
