Freyas Saga Ch. 12

The girl shut her eyes and grimaced with pain and then opened her mouth in an O and let out a whimper, and he eased himself into her and she made a deep, guttural grunt.

"Oh," she moaned with bliss, "you fucking peasant."

Marco laughed quietly and pushed deep into the girl, and she whimpered again, lowered her head and whinnied softly. Marco grasped her by her hips and pumped her, and she made a series of low, thick moans and hung her head in mingled shame and pleasure.

Five watched, wide-eyed, unable to decide which of them was to be envied more. Marco was the man, all right, doing the man's job, but the girl was almost delirious and it looked like she was beyond enjoying herself. She looked like she was having some sort of visitation.

Five looked up at Marco and felt the back-of-neck hair stand on end because Marco was staring right into the

bushes.

Marco and Five stared at each other, and after a long moment, Marco jerked his head backwards: come, join us.

Five's nerve failed. He slid backwards, as quietly as he could, and when he was out of the bushes he went as quickly and quietly as he could back to his camp and his bed.

Lying in bed, Five felt the familiar sensation that always came when sex reared up; a terrible confusion, like somebody had his head in a vice and was tightening it and he couldn't see and couldn't think and just wanted the grip on his brain to be eased, just wanted to see and feel clearly.

But the ache, the ache was still there. His body wanted it. He reached down into his breeches and touched himself and he could feel it, he was actually wet down there.

Unless. Wait.

He drew his fingers out and squinted at them in the darkness. His fingertips were shiny but not dark.

Thank fuck. That would've been all I need. Dannel's fucking curse. Dannel. Fucking Dannel.

Don't think about him. That's not a good place to go to.

Five rolled onto his back and closed his eyes and fought the wave of self-pity that wanted to roll over him.

Think of the lady. Think of all that shit that's been thrown on her since you've known her. And you've seen her weep when, but once? When she'd just got rid of those things inside her and was as shamed and broken and fucked-up as you've ever seen anyone. So shut up. Do what she would do. Take it.

Be a man.

Five lay still, eyes closed, and ignored the tears that rolled down out of the corners of his eyes.

Next chapter: Five learns a shocking truth.