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I found him standing beside the warlord’s piktu, his head poking out from a cluster of brown ferns. Their curly fronds covered much of him, but not that arm he lifted, stroking his knuckles over Samara’s cheek. It was gentle, tender, loving. Until she slapped him.
Fayo snarled something after Samara as she stormed off, then spun and, by the looks of it, kicked something. My mouth turned dry. The care of his touch when he’d reached for her, how he’d reacted when he found out that she took care of me, the female’s raw display of loathing toward me… they were intimate. No wonder she spit in my tea.
“She’ll be our urizaya, and you managed to get her so mad she slapped you?” “It’s not like that,” I said. “I asked her to slap me.” He lowered his head, giving me a narrowed stare. “Exploring new kinks?”
“And little containers to jerk off, hmm?” I nuzzled his chin. “Would you please fill this? Take your time. Motivational material can be found in this drawer.”
“If you’re offended by what I’m about to ask you, feel free to tell me to my face before you turn and walk. Samara knows that I spent the night with Lia. I’ll likely have to get out of here fast, and um… I’m taking Lia with me. As a friend, I’d appreciate if you could saddle Uruz and a second yuleshi while I grab my herbs, and sneak her out of her piktu to the lower yoni. Say no, and I’ll respect it.” “Offended? More like mortified.” His mouth opened and closed several times, until he planted his hands on his hips. “How dare you ask I ready two yuleshis so you can steal that woman away? You
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Literally the best friend ever
“By Mekara, one night with Lia, and she turned you into an overachiever.” Jerem stepped inside, his tail entwined with Samara’s, who hissed and snapped even though her hands were bound behind her back. “No need to die a million times. Once is enough, or you’ll make all others look bad.”
Please tell me you didn’t steal this woman from his son.” The roughness in his voice let a flare of unease scrape along the lining of my stomach. “I can’t steal something from Fayo that is not his.” “By Mekara… you stole her.” He turned away, rubbing his palm over features likely looking more sleep-deprived than mine. “Is this becoming a trend now?”
“I understand how this might look—” “Do you? I’m starting to wonder why we even have these damn contracts,” he said, no snarled. “We’d look more competent if we just brought a ship full of women to Solgad, released them into the plains, and let nature do the rest.”
Honestly, that probably would have worked out better
“Never again doubt my divinations.” I grabbed a flatbread, and jutted my chin at the potbellied thing. “If that isn’t the ugly son I saw in the runes, then I don’t know.”
“Guess that’ll be my new job from now. Bring food and water while my urizayo ruts his female through a heat twice a solar cycle.” “Women ovulate every month,” Lia corrected. “Well… shit.”
Ha!
Carved into stone, whitish lines flanked the flower, depicting a group of Jal’zar facing a leap of ushtis. A tiger-like animal with a spiked tail, Zerim had explained. He currently chased after a pink-plumed tendetu. After throwing himself onto the bird for the third time, the little sucker slipped through his grip and wobbled off. Again. “Get the damn bird!” “We’re trying!” Jerem shouted, arms wide and knees bent as he chased the poor thing toward Taheshi. “They’re a lot easier to kill than to catch.”
“Zovazay is double the fun when we put a baby in the belly of our mate, but also double the pain when they come out.”
“What if she doesn’t want me in there? I barely know her.” He nodded, then poked his head into the piktu. Mumbles went back and forth in Jalut, most of them overwhelmed by Jessica’s moans and colorful curses. “She said it’s fine, or that’s how I interpret as if I still remember what privacy is.”
🤣
“Childbirth is as painful for our males as it is for their mates.” “Sounds fair to me.”
“Why chase acceptance from people who refuse to give it, if it requires you to abandon those who give it unconditionally?”
“Is he fucking riding an ushti?” Jerem took a step back for each one the beast trotted toward us. “That guy’s so weird.”
Rachel,
Yeah, that’s right. Gonna get me horny, I mean horned, male
Zahim would be born shimid, and take over the tribe one sun. Zatsu with her light skin, almost a grayish nude, would fall in love with no lesser Jal’zar than Toagi’s oldest son. And then there would be Ziteko, the boy so full of mischief Mekara placed him in my visions the most, as if preparing me for the storm he would unleash on us.
