Doira'Liim (The Beautiful Whisper of the Goddess Saga) by Krystal Orr Page A

himself, and began to pump his length hard and fast. She watched him rock against her, each movement bringing his erection closer. Each harsh thrust roughly pressed her back into the cold dirt. His hand on her throat kept her from moving away and repulsion flared inside her in a hot wave. Though she'd felt Markahn's erection against her before, she'd never had it so close.
         This was her first time and it sickened her. The thought of Markahn mating with her in their future brought her to new levels of despair as she watched Lao'dahn through watery eyes. Grunts issued from the man's mouth and a sick smile spread across his face. He was rocking against her so hard that her back was scratching along the dirt and rock beneath her bed roll. Pain coupled with her fear. The longer he pumped himself, the harder his grip on her throat became.
         Just as she felt she was going to pass out, Lao'dahn jerked violently on top of her and a hot, thick liquid spread across her chin and neck. Very quickly, that warmth began to cool and become sticky. Lao'dahn sighed contentedly and slipped his pants back up to his hips. "This is Esuval," he said, touching the evidence of his ejaculation. "This brings life into the world. You are only the vessel. You carry our seed. That is all."
         Talliea was horrified. She felt dirty and ugly and used. Even being unsure of exactly what had happened, she still felt that she had just been assaulted. Lao'dahn released his hold from her neck, revealing red prints where his fingers had been, and reached over her to a small basin of water. Grabbing a piece of cloth, he dipped it into the liquid and quickly washed away the evidence of what he'd done.
         Talliea remained unmoving while Lao'dahn roughly cleaned her chin and neck. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and a ball of painful sickness was welling up in the pit of her stomach. She wanted to scream and cry and lash out, but she knew any one of those things would upset Lao'dahn.
          "I have been merciful to you this night," he said tossing the piece of cloth aside and quickly tying his pants. "Esuval guided my actions and it was He that showed you gentleness." Talliea, unable to stop herself, scoffed at him and opened her mouth to speak. Before she could do so, Lao'dahn leaned down against her, shoved his hand between her legs and cupped her sex through her skirts. He brought his mouth against her ear and whispered harshly. "Were it not for Esuval and for the fact that Markahn has claimed you as his, I would have put myself inside you and shown you the full strength and power of our god! I would have driven you into the dirt where you belong, woman! Esuval kept me from doing so, otherwise you would have had difficulty walking. I would have made sure of that!"
         Talliea felt her jaw begin to tremble and fresh tears begged her for release. Lao'dahn rubbed his hand between her legs before sitting back up to look down at her. The feeling of his fingers in so intimate a place was enough for Talliea to wish for death in that moment.
         "Do you accept the mercy of Esuval, Talliea?" Frozen with panic, Talliea was unsure how to respond. Did he really want an answer, or was he only trying to intimidate her farther. Lao'dahn moved his fingers between her legs and painfully pinched her. She went to cry out, but he placed his hand over her mouth again.
         "Do you?" he demanded. Talliea nodded, her eyes closing, as her tears slipped past her closed lids. "Good. Esuval will allow you a second chance to remember your place. Waste not that chance on whimsical ideals."
         Lao'dahn stood and left without another word. Rolling over, Talliea brought her knees up to her chest and cried.
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         Several hours later saw the break of the sun upon the horizon of