"You want me to fix it?" Sol asked, a dark smile cutting across his face. "Get on your back. And spread them until they hurt."
Evara didn’t argue. The command was laced with enough of Sol’s unnatural influence that her body obeyed before her pride could object. She scrambled backward onto the pile of furs, flipping onto her back.
She threw her legs wide open, bending her knees and pulling her feet up near her buttocks to expose herself fully. It was a brazen, vulgar display. In the tribe, women were modest, hiding their "sacred" parts. Evara was practically ripping herself open for him.
He looked down at her exposed sex. The dark hair was matted with her juices. The pink flesh of her inner lips was swollen and pulsing.
"You’re messy," Sol noted, tracing the slit with his thumb.
"Shut up," Evara gasped, thrashing slightly under his grip. "Just put it in! Stop looking at it!"
"No," Sol said calmly. "We need to clear the blockage first. A proper massage treats the whole body."
"Well?" she taunted, dragging a finger through her own slick folds and bringing it to her mouth to suck it clean. "Are you going to stare all day, or are you going to do something?"
Sol crawled over her. He didn’t position himself between her legs immediately. Instead, he knelt beside her head, looming over her.
"You talk too much," he muttered.
"And you hesitate too—"
He cut her off by grabbing her thigh and wrenching it open further, burying his face directly into her crotch.
In this primitive world, oral sex wasn’t common. It was considered dirty, something animals did to clean themselves. For a high-status hunter, going down on a woman was unheard of.
When Evara realized what he was doing, she panicked.
"No! Sol, no!" She tried to clamp her legs shut, but his shoulders acted as a wedge. "That’s for pissing! It’s dirty! You can’t—"
Her protest died in a strangled scream as Sol’s tongue latched onto her clitoris.
The scent hit him like a physical blow. It was pungent, raw, and incredibly potent. It smelled of musk, aroused female, and the faint metallic tang of the ocean. To a modern nose, it might have been overwhelming. To Sol, whose senses were tuned to hunt vitality, it was a literal ambrosia.
He didn’t start gently. He wasn’t here to romance her. He spread her outer lips with his thumbs and smashed his mouth against her clitoris.
"AHHH!" Evara screamed, "OH! ANCESTORS!" Evara screamed, her head thrashing from side to side. "SOL! STOP! IT’S TOO MUCH!"
Sol ignored her and used his tongue like a spade, digging into her. He found the little hooded nub and flicked it relentlessly, side to side, up and down. At the same time, he used the Ash-Grey Energy.
Sensitivity: Maximum.
He pushed the command into the nerves of her vulva.
The effect was instantaneous. Evara convulsed. Every flick of his tongue felt like he was dragging a live wire across her skin. It was too much... it was bordering on pain... but the pleasure underneath was blinding.
Evara’s arrogance shattered. She wasn’t the cynical widow anymore. She was a quivering mess of sensation. Her hips began to buck off the furs, slamming into his face, trying to get closer to the source of the pleasure.
"Sol! Sol, wait!" she cried, her hands tangling in his hair, "It’s too sensitive! It burns!"
"Good," he vibrated against her lips. "Burn for me."
He didn’t stop. He hooked his index fingers inside her entrance, stretching her wide, while his mouth continued its assault on her clitoris. He could taste her... salty, sweet, sour. He drank the fluids she was producing, swallowing them greedily.
Evara was losing her mind. Her arrogance evaporated under the sensory overload. She began to babble, her head thrashing from side to side. "I can’t... I can’t take it... please... put it in... I need it inside..."
Sol ignored her pleas. He wanted to break her fully just like Nia, so that she will only crave him and only him.
So, he shifted his attention. He moved his tongue down, past the vaginal opening, past the perineum, to the tightly puckered ring of her anus.
Evara stiffened, her entire body going rigid. "No... Sol... that’s..."
"Taboo?" Sol chuckled against her skin, the vibration sending shivers through her ass cheeks. "I thought you didn’t care about traditions."
He licked the rim.
Evara gasped, a sound of pure shock. It was a sensation she had never experienced, never even imagined. It was dirty. It was degrading. And it felt incredible.
Sol used the tip of his tongue to probe the tight muscle, relaxing it. He pressed his face deep into her ass, inhaling her scent, claiming every inch of her. He rimmed her with a slow, deliberate expertise that shattered her reality.
"Oh god... oh ancestors..." Evara was sobbing now, tears of overstimulation streaming down her face. Her hips were grinding into his face, abandoning all shame. "Don’t stop... don’t you dare stop..."
She was a mess. Her legs were trembling uncontrollably. Her hands were gripping the furs so hard her knuckles were white. She was completely exposed, completely vulnerable, and she was loving every second of it.
Sol pulled back, his face glistening with her fluids. He looked up at her from between her legs. She looked wrecked... hair wild, chest heaving, skin flushed a deep, blotchy red.
"Please..." she sobbed, her hands tangling in his hair, no longer pushing him away but pulling him closer. "I can’t... I can’t hold it..."
Sol sensed the buildup. The Vitality in her body was swirling, concentrating in her womb.
He pulled back suddenly, leaving her gasping and bereft.
"Did I say you could finish?" Sol asked, wiping his mouth. Her juices shone on his chin.
Evara looked at him with glazed, unfocused eyes. Her chest was heaving. She looked wrecked. "Why... why did you stop?"
"Because you haven’t tasted it yet," Sol said.