Page 65 of The Weaver

Ahmya dropped her dirty silk wrappings on the ground. Hernaked skin prickled as the breeze swept over it, and she fought the urge to cover herself.

I can do this. I will do this.

I want this.

She retrieved a few thick, aloe-like stalks of cleanleaf from the small bundle and walked into the water. Many of the rocks on the bed of the pool were thankfully smooth, but the water, while incredibly clear, was deceptive with its depth. She hadn’t stepped in far before it reached her chest. Ahmya smiled. It felt incredible on her heated skin.

Taking a deep breath, she briefly ducked beneath the surface to wet her hair.

As the cool water swirled past, Ahmya broke open the cleanleaf, scooped out the inner flesh, and used it to scrub her hair and body. The substance fizzled on her scalp and skin and made a little hissing sound when it met the water, releasing the strong fragrance of gardenia and lemon into the air. She’d always loved that scent.

Running her hands over her body, she washed away the day’s sweat and dirt, relishing the feeling of cleanliness.

The sound of the spring drew her attention. The water ran from a tall rock formation, tumbling down the uneven stone to feed the pool below. Stones of varying shapes rested on the natural ledges and recesses in the formation, and one of them caught her eye—a large stone lying in the path of the water. Erosion had made its surface convex, forming a natural bowl.

Or a cup.

Asakecup.

An idea took shape in Ahmya’s mind. Even if she was missing a traditional component, she could share a piece of her culture with Rekosh.

She swam toward the small waterfall. Ahmya shifted to the side, squinting against the misty spray, and plucked up the rock.It was mostly smooth, and the inside had been hollowed out enough that it would work perfectly.

Now to find two more…

Excitement fueled her search. The rock had been a lucky find—a sign to guide her. Though she didn’t find any other rocks like the first, she soon discovered an eldernut tree beside the pool with several of its nuts scattered on the ground. Their curved shells, similar to walnuts but the size of her palm, had already been emptied by animals and would suit her needs well enough.

Ahmya carried her finds back to shore, and water ran down her body as she stepped out of the pool. After setting the shells and stone down, she wrung out her hair and picked up the spare silk cloth to use as a towel.

She looked in the direction Rekosh had gone, where he waited for her to call him back.

So they could mate.

Heat spread through her. This was it; she was going to have sex with a vrix.

She was going to have sex with Rekosh.

Ahmya clutched the makeshift towel as arousal flared low in her belly. She wanted him, had wanted him longer than she’d admitted to herself. She wanted to discover how different he was from her, wanted to discover how he would react when she touched him and what would bring him pleasure. She wanted to kiss him.

And she wanted to be pleasured by him in return. Ahmya didn’t want to be a virgin any longer. She…she wanted his cock. She wanted to experience the intimacy, the passion, the…lovethat could be shared between two people.

Rekosh had always been gentle with her, but... Would he lose himself to the mating frenzy that she’d witnessed from other vrix in Kaldarak?

Would he lose control with her?

I want him to.

That thought surprised her, but it was true. She wanted Rekosh to let go, to hold nothing of himself back from her. Wanted him to relent to the fierce passion burning inside him.

She wanted all of him.

Ahmya smiled as she picked up the silky, diaphanous dress and held it up.

Soon, you will be mine.

CHAPTER 16

She accepted my gift.

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