Page 78 of Sohut's Protection

The animals didn’t seem to trouble them so that was good.

Reaching for a few now, she crushed them between her fingers and began lathering her hair and sensitive areas.

As soon as she dipped beneath the water again to wash the residue of the berries out, she already felt clean.

She didn’t know where it came from, but a smile graced her lips then.

She was about to leave and it wasn’t going to be so bad. She could feel it in her heart that everything was going to be okay.

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Zimsu berries…

The smell was faint but he caught it in the air anyway.

Sohut paused at the edge of the clearing and his life-organ in his chest ceased beating.

Clee-yo was like a piece of life he didn’t know he’d been missing till now.

Her head broke the water’s surface, and the star’s rays played on her tresses making their hue seem even richer.

Small rivulets of water were running down her pale skin and for the first time, he was jealous of something so simple.

The urge to follow the path of the water droplets down her skin was so strong, it’s almost as if it pulled him from the cover of the bushes into the clearing.

She looked up then, alarm making her features a little larger.

And then, as if she realized the water was no cover at all, she moved toward the edge, pressing the front of her body against the rock and essentially blocking his view as a curious hue colored her cheeks.

“You’re back,” she breathed, her cheeks were still that warm color and he realized she was looking everywhere except for at him.

“Did you find anything?”

He didn’t trust himself to answer.

He didn’t know if he was capable of speech.

It felt as if he would groan if he opened his mouth.

Clee-yo looked like a trimslar gem on display and all he wanted to do was to touch her.

“Nothing,” he managed to croak.

The urge to touch her was one problem. The other was already stretching the crotch of his trousers.

Turning from her, he dropped his satchel beside her pack that she’d set to the side and began sliding out of his trousers. He was sure he heard a sharp exhale behind him.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

Sohut turned, his cock bobbing slightly as he did. “I will wash with you.”

For a second she said nothing. Her mouth was the shape of a circle as she stared at him, or rather his cock, and that hue in her cheeks took on such ferocious intensity, he worried slightly that she was becoming ill.

“Clee-yo?”

Clee-yo’s mouth opened and closed like a kuruga’s and she blinked a few times before she sputtered, “You can’t bring that in here!” The color of her cheeks deepened further, if that was even possible.

“I—I mean, you can’t come in here. It’s hardly enough space for the two of us.”

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