Page 84 of Sohut's Protection

She couldn’t help the smile that spread her lips.

“Not nearly enough,” she whispered.

Confusion still flooded his gaze.

“Clee-yo? What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Cleo swallowed, “I want you to hurt me some more.”

Later, of course, after they got going, she thought, rocking her hips against him in a playful gesture.

Sohut’s pupils dilated so quickly, his eyes almost looked completely black. At the same time, she felt him growing hard within her once more.

Her mouth fell open as the sensation overtook her.

“You’re ready already?”

Sohut smiled and pressed her back into the vines below them.

“I think I’ll always be ready, as long as you will have me.”

With that, he captured her lips once more as he pulled out till his tip had almost exited her slick channel, only to drive home again.

20

After another two love sessions, Sohut had finally looked up at the sky, lamenting that the day was moving too quickly.

In other words, he wanted to make love some more.

His eagerness surprised her and planted a stupid smile on her face the entire time they waited for their clothes to dry and made plans to leave.

They would trek through the jungle, keeping to the parts with the thickest vegetation so they remained hidden.

He’d found some special leaves that he’d mashed into a poultice and rubbed over both their bodies to disguise their scents and had checked that all his gadgets he’d found after he’d fallen off the mountain were still there.

There was a little rectangular box in his satchel that he held for a few moments, his eyes moving to her with a look she couldn’t read but before she could ask about it, he’d turned his nose to the air and sniffed.

The little bumps along his nose scrunched up as a look of disgust passed over his face.

“Phekking stinky rhag,” he muttered.

“Rag?” she repeated and, just then, Wawa appeared at the edge of the clearing.

His eyes bled black as he looked at Sohut before he looked in her direction and they turned back to brown.

Taking a wide circle around Sohut, Wawa walked over to her.

“Rag? I thought you said he was a slizz.” Cleo chuckled as Wawa hopped up on her shoulder and gave Sohut a stink eye.

“A rhag is a…” Sohut cast his eyes to the canopy as if he was thinking, “…a coddled chid.”

“Chid?”

“Offspring.”

Cleo chuckled. “A spoilt child? Wawa?”

Sohut turned his eyes on her and nodded in earnest. “A stinky rhag.”

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