Page 19 of Valka

She realized why he’d left her there and moved to the end of the chamber when he began relieving himself in the small pool at the lowest point in the chamber. She averted her gaze and took the opportunity to dunk her head under the warm water a few more times. She held onto the side of the thermal pool with her one good hand, the other floating in the water beside her. “At least he uses the one down there for that, instead of this one for everything,” she muttered, as she regarded her injured arm and decided that it was wrapped in sail cloth, so it most likely wouldn’t hold the water, and would dry very soon before she resettled her good hand on the side of the pool and carefully submerged herself again, injured hand and all.

When she came up she shook her head, trying to get the water out of her face as she continued to cling to the side with her good hand.

“Delia wash.”

She looked up to find Valka standing on the side of the pool right beside where she clung to its side. She lifted her injured arm to show him that it was still injured with a scowl on her face.

He scowled right back at her as he just walked off the side of the pool, dropping in right beside her, feet first. He obviously could touch bottom since he didn’t go under,and took hold of her, pushing her down until her feet touched to see for himself that she couldn’t stand in the pool. He held her there for a fewseconds, trying to push her further down before lifting her out of the water.

She came up with her eyes opened, water running down her face and over her shoulders in rivulets. “Have you not noticed that I’m shorter than you are?!”

Valka shrugged and went to scrubbing Delia. Every crevice, every fold of skin, every curve, every single part of her was touched, rubbed, scrubbed by Valka.

At first she sputtered and objected, but he completely ignored her, holding her up by her good arm so she’d dangle half in and half out of the water while he scrubbed.

“That’s enough!” she said.

“More,” Valka said, still intent on getting her clean.

“I said that’s enough! I’m clean!” she insisted.

Valka stopped scrubbing, his hand resting on the cleft between her legs.

“I’m clean,” she repeated.

He stared into her eyes, daring her to stop him as he slowly curled one finger, forcing it between her folds. Only a slight twitch of his eye gave any indication the action affected him.

Delia’s breath caught and she clenched her teeth together, knowing if she angered him by refusing him, she may end up passed along to Skala. And Skala was a male she had no desire to experience. So she held still and waited to see what he’d do next.

Valka was looking for a response from Delia. Any response at all. Instead, she locked down on her emotions and refused to let any expression cross her face. It was frustrating for him, to say the least.

He stroked his finger between her legs once more, then, suddenly the tip of his finger accidentally dipped inside the small opening every female had for accommodation of their males.

“Don’t you…”

He didn’t hesitate, sliding his finger deeply, suddenly, inside her.

The muscles of Delia’s channel locked down on his finger, squeezing it like she would a lover. She couldn’t help it, it was a natural response after the work up he’d given her while he was ‘cleaning’ her.

Valka curled his finger inside her, smirking again when a soft moan escaped her.

Delia’s eyes closed, embarrassed about the pleasure she was experiencing at the hands of a male she should never have been exposed to at all.

He waited.

After several moments with neither of them moving, she opened her eyes to see why he was holding so still.

That was all he was waiting for. He wanted her to see that she wanted pleasure from him, if only for one moment, and he denied her. Huffing out a deep laugh, he pulled his finger out of her still clutching channel and made a show of washing it off in the water, before striding closer to the edge of the thermal pool and lifting her to its edge.

Once she was sitting safely on the side of the pool, he placed one hand on the pool’s edge beside her, then seemed to literally hop right out of the water with little-to-no effort at all.

“I need to… go,” she said, not meeting his gaze.

“No. Valka female.”

“Not, go. Go,” she said, holding her hand to her stomach and pointing toward the pool he’d relieved himself in earlier.

He grunted his understanding, then grabbed her up and carried her over to the smaller pool he’d relieved himself in and pointed to it. “Yes,” he said.

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