Page 25 of Finding Her Luck
He invaded.
A long, drawn-out caress, drawing a line from her neck to her clit, connecting her head to her desire. Her moisture collected in his hand. He took it back to his mouth and tasted her. A deep appreciative groan escaped him, echoing in her own body. She felt it inside of her, a blooming sound, producing more endless slick. "Good girl, Corrin. Good girl," he said in common, before breaking off into his own language.
He gave her rear a tap. "Thirty. Count." Low, barely-there words, more intensity than sound. Then he began.
She counted. Every one. The blows stung, making her body jerk. Eyes closed, facing the wall, she counted through the pain, through the absolution of it. Her face became a mess of heat and tears, but she wept less now that he had started.
Finding relief in each painful blow.
He had not explained his culture, but he had told her what to do. She had not asked about his culture, had broken a rule that might have seen him killing one of his own kind because of it. But it wasn't only that. In her head, Corrin let him punish her for wanting him, for fighting him, for being stubborn, for years of loneliness and feeling like a failure, for everything. It made no sense. She wasn't at fault for every little thing that had happened over the last four days, and he had nothing to do with her life before, but she found forgiveness and acceptance, anyway. She felt seen.
He did not reach down to spank her between her legs. They opened, wanting it. Staying on her bottom cheeks, the back of her thighs. She counted out each swat. "Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen."
A whine escaped her. Urku-ri purposely neglected the craving building inside of her. He knew. He must know where she wanted his hands. Trying to arch up, his free hand pressed down, keeping her still.
"Please," she begged.
"Count, Corrin. Say number."
"Twenty."
Down came his hand. Firm. Resolute. She continued to count, and he continued to pepper her butt with spankings. A promise
and commitment that Corrin physically felt but knew no words for. No human word.
She started sobbing when it was over, wrenched noises painfully burning up out of her rib cage. He lifted her, tucking her under his chin where she gratefully pressed her face, up on her knees so she could keep it there with her arms tightly secured around his neck.
He made calming, soothing sounds. Orki words. She felt him shift a little, and then his hand was spreading that lavender mixture over her heated rear and thighs. She accommodated him, opening when he nudged her, doing what he wanted. Surrendered, while she shed the memories and feelings she'd been holding onto with tightened fists and expunging every bitter thought.
He purred for her.
Turning to his side, he took her down into the furs and bedding, holding her tightly to his front, curling around her.
Corrin cried until the emotional exhaustion of it all pulled her into its darkness and she slept.
*
On her back, looking up at a circle of rain heavy clouds, smelling Urku-ri, smoke, and wilderness, Corrin opened her eyes. Wedged up against Urku-ri's long body, one side of her had become hot and sweaty. The weight of his leg and arm wrapped around her, adding to the over-heated feeling. She was so hot.
Her lower back hurt, a squeezing, tense spasm, while her front, the area from the bottom of her ribs to the top of her knees angrily twisted. Moon cursed cramping.
Sick. She was sick.
A long low moan rose from below, near the lower part of the hollowed out giant tree and the fire pit. Was someone else sick?
Corrin twisted her head to see figures around the inner circle of the camp. Six males, blocky, Orki males. Naked. They were all naked. One lay down, his body spread out on a big white fur, with the pink, curved body of the golden-haired village woman over his pelvis, moving her head up and down in a pistoning motion.
Not sure what she was seeing, Corrin flipped to her side, squinting her eyes. Another Orki was behind the woman, hands on her body, while her head moved in that odd, rapid action. It was the Orki who moaned, his face twisted in ecstasy.
Sex sounds.
Not sick.
The other three Orki were naked, hands on their cocks as they sat or stood around the coals of the fire pit, watching the threesome. The male on the white pelt twitched, both hands holding the woman's head and pulling her towards his pelvis.
What was she seeing? Was that woman's mouth on his cock?
As soon as she thought that, she wanted it. Trembling, salivating, she squirmed against the Orki next to her. "Corrin see. Orki share the fire," Urku-ri said. His voice low, a seductive whisper. "We share the fire."
