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“Are you awake?” Krista asks him, her voice pitched high with strain.
Thon curses quietly in Harkurian and throws himself off of her, a motion so violent that it takes part of the pelt with it. Not to mention all of Thon’s delicious body heat.
Hoping to diffuse some of the tension, Krista says, “Uh. Good morning.”
Thon growls, clawing at his leather pants in the dark.
“Thon?”
Cursing—because it has to be cursing, as foul and furious as the words sound—the Harkurian reaches for the lamp overhead, which flares to life when he twists the pin on the side. Oh Gods, Thon has his dick out, letting it hang heavily between his muscled thighs. The fat, glistening head already peeks from its sheath thanks to all the rubbing he did on Krista’s backside, and it dribbles down into his crumpled pants. Looking at it from here, it’s hard to believe that Krista fit that whole thing inside of her last night. Her aching pussy believes it completely, still tender and bruised like she tried stuffing half the commune in there at once. Still, remarkably, she feels it give a hopeful clench.
“Come over here and breed me,” Krista demands. She hopes she doesn’t sound unprofessionally eager.
But Thon shakes his head—a sharp motion that is more of a jerk. “No time,” he says, his voice still rough with sleep.
“Notime?” Krista echoes. “How early are we leaving?”
Thon doesn’t answer right away. He’s searching for something, shifting through his pack with quick, agitated motions. “Locking with you, even if I pull most of the way out, would take hours.”
He says it so simply, so matter-of-fairly, that Krista’s face takes a moment to heat, but when it does, the flush comes on with a vengeance. “H-hours? Then what—um. What are you going to do with that?”
Admittedly, Krista had not anticipated a situation like this one. Surely he can’t just sit here quietly and will that monster away. Not when he’s already dripping onto the tarp beneath him. Will she need to help him with this? Will it break the rules if her actions are pragmatic?
With a satisfied grunt, Thon digs out his small, round-bellied bathing pot. He drags it beneath him and aims his cock down into it, rolling the sheath back to briefly reveal the pebbled length before dragging his fist back down, using the sheath to fuck his fist. Krista sucks in a breath too hard and chokes, earning a grumpy glance from her tent mate.
“Oh Gods, what are you doing?” Krista squeaks. She yanks the top pelt back over herself, partly because mornings are cruelly frigid and partly because she urgently needs to touch herself and she wants to do it covertly.
Thon sits back on the balls of his feet, working himself quickly, almost savagely, with his eyes pinched shut, a snarl on his face that reads like disgust. But disgust is thelastthing Krista feels. The wet sound his sheath makes as it rolls over his cock is filthy, and the musky scent of Thon’s arousal coils into Krista’s stomach to form a hot knot of desire.
“Slow down,” Krista hears herself say.
Oops.
Thon’s eyes snap open. Oh well. He’s too startled to make that disgusted face and it isn’ttechnicallybreaking the rules. Probably.
“Slow down, Thon,” she repeats more steadily. The Harkurian’s cock jerks in his hand, the thick precome spattering audibly against the inside of his little water pot. But Thon’s eyes are locked on Krista’s face, his nostrils flaring.
“Why?” He rumbles.
Krista’s hand slips carefully between her legs. Her entire body burns for him now, not only her face. “I want to watch you.”
“It would not be for breeding,” he reminds her, never moving his gaze from Krista as his hand slows to accommodate her wishes.
“You’re doing it anyway. And there’s no need to look so—so disgusted with yourself. I don’t want you to.”
Thon’s lip lifts. “I rutted on you while I slept. Like ananimal.”
“You wereasleep,” Krista corrects, her fingers at her entrance. “Show me what the lock looks like. I can decide for myself if I think it will fit.”
Thon must see her gaze drop, must notice her quickening breath and her darting tongue, the way she licks her dry lips.
“You like my cock,” he realizes.
Krista’s stomach flips over. “I never said I didn’t. Liking it doesn’t mean we should confuse the facts. But you’re over there and I’m over here and this is educational. Get rid of those pants.”
Incredibly, Thon obeys without protest. He does not ask any questions this time, only lifts himself to step out of his leathers. Krista will not lie to herself. This casual obediencedoes thingsto her. Watching Thon yield to simple commands, watching him master all of that brute strength with only a handful of her words as motivation, is a powerful intoxicant. Krista harbors no illusions about this situation. She has no physical power here. But he stands briefly because she tells him to, ducking to avoid the support bar, and kicks his pants aside.
Something tight loosens inside of Krista as he sinks back to his knees. Some lingering fear that has been nesting inside of her can finally relax its hold. Thon is truly this straightforward. The Harkurian has no ulterior motives, no nefarious plans for her. He is … trustworthy.
