Page 21 of Condemned

Chapter Ten

Sunshine shafted inthrough the foliage, lighting the clearing the stream ran through. Grassy banks edged the slow-moving water. As he urged her into the middle of the stream, Zo’s feet found sandy mud and water-smoothed boulders a few feet underwater. The water gurgled past at her waist level and he kept a hand tucked into her elbow. Wouldn’t do to let her drown.

The stream strayed down from the mountains by a winding route and summer had warmed it to a few degrees under what the air held.

It was a crisp skin-tingling temperature. They could stand it long enough for him to get both of them clean. He’d pulled off his shirt before they slipped over the bank. His pants held the soapy leaves and could stand for a cleansing too, so he’d kept them on.

Besides they acted as a barrier.

He needed to slow down. She was affecting him way too much.

Zendokai philosophy had been his touchstone for much of his adult life. Self-control, be one with your feelings and with nature. Control of one’s self was always his weakness.

Fucking was nature as far as he was concerned. However, fucking girls with added sadism meant taking a step back... Breathe. Breathe some more.

“We have some talking to do. You ran away when you saw me. Why? You agreed to be ours in return for us helping you escape execution.”

Her sullen, pouting expression had him curious and amused. She stayed silent.

Zo kept imagining the red stripes of a birching on that pristine ass of hers, and there was an abundance of young, whippy trees on both sides of this stream. The cold water had barely affected the ache in the rock-hard thing that was currently the master of his pants but not of his brain. He was pretty sure his cock didn’t believe in zendokai.

“You would have been dead... Avalon.” Using her name would help him remember she was a person. “And not talking will only get you punished harder.”

Her eyes flew wide open. “What do you mean punished? You cannot do that! It was a ridiculous agreement. Of course I ran away.”

“And of course I can punish you.” He said that quietly. Though he’d leave the punishing for Takk. Didn’t quite trust himself, currently. “Stand still so you don’t fall.”

He took some leaves from his pocket and began to rub and soap them into her hair, down her neck, lower... to her breasts, around them, making the gold nipple rings jiggle. With lower lip caught in her teeth, she watched him as if she were some innocent sprite. Innocent, yet her hands were tied at her back making those tits stick out.

He turned her gently, soaped her back, her ass, even ran his fingers between her legs, where he came across that clit ring, though it was underwater. Then... she... wriggled.

He almost groaned out loud.

His zendokai was getting stretched to the fucking limits.

Touching her was exquisite, awakening him in increasingly disturbing frissons. Repeatedly, he had to wrestle his primitive desires into submission. Skin on skin... smoothing the soap, the bubbles, over all her bumpy bits.

She was simply a fertile female. He should be able to avoid getting so enthusiastic.

Avalon’s breathing had deepened and he noted the lift of her shoulders as she strived not to react. Her pussy lips were very swollen. Was this merely the biology of reproductive hormones, or was there more to it?

The torm could drive any mauleon into a tizzy over sex. Was it that? Maybe. He’d never been subjected to the torm, never found a true mate.

He cupped water in his hand and poured it over her. Making watery music, the water dribbled from her nipples back into the stream.

Listening to one’s intuition was important.

Takk had reacted to her, as had Kondio and Timin. Timin had been sunken into a morose depression for weeks. Was this girl a key to something?

He made her duck her head underwater, and she came up spluttering and dripping. Her red hair had fanned across the surface while she was under.

Getting off all the dirt and sticks and blood had made her into something new. A sexy huleon. He gripped the top of her head, turned her this way and that. She came to mid-chest height and was easy to handle. Her red locks stuck in squiggly curls to her neck, shoulders, the tops of her breasts.

“You are something else,” he murmured.

Taken aback, she stared at him, shook her head. Zo played his fingertips down her face, traced the seam of her mouth, pressed in the side of one finger.

“Lick me.”