Chapter 20

GURREK

I know exactly which gift I will present to Sita first. I ask her to hold her hand to a sheaf of paper, and I draw the edges of it with charcoal. She asks me what I’ll do with it, and I make up a poor lie about using it at work to fashion a handle.

She believes me, and I feel guilty about it for the rest of the night.

Sita is still tender between the legs, so we settle for licking and playing, and once again she gifts me with her mouth around my cock. Every time she does it, she learns new tricks, and tonight she masters the art of massaging my bollocks while she sucks me silly. I wonder if she learned that on her own, or if Merka is still whispering tips in her ear.

The following morning, after depositing Sita with my intruding neighbor, I take my drawing to the clothier again. I place an order for a pair of sheepskin gloves and a wool hat, and then—though I barely have the funds for it after the other gifts I’ve ordered—I commission a thicker cloak with two layers of lining, too.

If Sita is going to insist on doing my deliveries for me, I don’t want her to be freezing while she does it.

Perhaps I should raise my prices. I consider it as I return to the forge to knock out a rather large work order. Dakar needs new hooks for hanging his mutton and beef, as well as anchors for them. My fellow villagers likely won’t appreciate a price hike, but my time has become more valuable and I have more costs in my daily life now.

Not that I would trade it for anything. I will gladly spend the extra hours in the forge if it means Sita is warm and comfortable all winter. Besides, I have a secret project I’ve been working on, and that takes up many hours of my morning.

She’s surprisingly overjoyed to see me when I pick her up from Merka’s, and she throws herself into my arms. Then she ushers me inside because she has something to show me.

“My blanket has grown up,” she announces proudly. I prepare myself to praise whatever she brings out, no matter how childish or elementary it might look. When she returns, though, she’s carrying a forest-green blanket over her shoulder, which she spreads out in Merka’s living room.

“Oh.” The word slips out of me.

It’s absolutely lovely. The patterning isn’t complex, but it’s careful and even, with zigzags of pale yellow, faded orange, and rusty red that grow more numerous toward the middle of the blanket. It reminds me of the leaves that have just finished falling, and the pine trees that still hold their green needles. The edges of the blanket are frilled in a decorative weave that’s surprisingly complex for a beginner.

“Sita, it’s beautiful.” I run my hand across it, appreciating the tightness of the weave and the complexity of the colors as they mix together. There must be a look of awe on my face because she’s smiling broadly, bouncing on her toes.

“You like it?” She bites her lip. “I thought... perhaps you might put it on your bed.”

Something about her calling it my bed feels wrong. She sleeps there every night, too.

I pull her into my arms, leaning down to whisper to her. “Our bed,” I murmur, kissing the shell of her ear. Sita wriggles, clearly ticklish there.

Merka crosses her arms. “As cute as you two are, I’d like for you to keep it in your pants until you’ve left my house.”

I snort.

“Thank you,” I tell her. “For teaching Sita and giving her the supplies to make it.”

Merka waves me off. “I didn’t expect you to bring me such a talented weaver. It’s been a joy and a pleasure. I intend on keeping her, you know.”

I had hoped that perhaps Sita would join me in the forge full time, but when I glance down at her, my wife has wide, hopeful eyes.

“I’d like to keep weaving,” she says. “Now that I’ve done this one, I can do more for other members of the village.”

Of course I can’t deny her anything, so I nod in agreement, and Sita is even more energized as she picks up her blanket and tosses it over her shoulder. I let her carry it as we trek home through the snow and watch her from the doorway as she spreads it out across the bed, arranging it just so and then patting it when she’s finished.

I love seeing the pride in her face, the sense of accomplishment. That night, I set her down upon her new blanket, and she snuggles into it as I lie beside her.

“Do you really like it?” Sita asks. “Not just saying that because it’s what I want to hear?”

I chuckle and pull her closer. “You did lovely work, far and above that of a beginner. I could tell Merka was proud.”

She nuzzles my chest. “Thank you.”

Now that she has had some time to recover, I am confident I can show her a new pleasure. I decide to take the lead, pushing her down to the bed and surrounding her with my arms and knees. Sita inhales sharply as I smooth a hand down from her collar to her abdomen over her slip, using it under my fingers to apply even more friction between her legs. Tonight I will make it all about her.

“You make such pretty sounds,” I tell her as she gasps and whimpers. “I love touching you.”

Her cheeks redden as her hips arch up into my hand. “And I love the way you touch me, Gurrek.”

My heart feels warm and full as I rub her more insistently, until I can’t bear it any longer and I need to taste her. I pull the slip up over her head, abandoning it on the floor, and kneel between her legs like a supplicant. I lick her with enthusiasm, swirling her clit and sucking on it until she’s good and wet for me.

Then I test her with my finger again, and her eyes fly wide open. I sense her tensing underneath me, so I pause and kiss her belly.

“It won’t hurt, I promise,” I say.

She bites her lip. “Are you sure?”

“I would never lie to you, sweetling. Now open up for me. Let me show you.”

Sita does as I request, her gaze never leaving me as she spreads her legs. I lean down again and swirl the pad of my finger through her juices, lathering it up until I’m sure it won’t bring her discomfort. Then I continue my work with my mouth, spinning up her pleasure until she’s ready.

I push my finger through the folds of her cunt, finding that small slit once again. It’s softer now, though, and willing to open up for me. I stay shallow, circling her entrance gently, convincing her to loosen while I lick her.

Sita moans, to my satisfaction, so I press it in deeper, giving her just a taste.

“Oh, Gurrek,” she whines, the pitch of her voice rising. “Oh, yes!”

Good. Very good. I slide it in even farther, pausing to let her narrow channel adjust before I begin pumping it. In and out, teaching her body just how good it can feel to have something of me inside her. My cock is stiff and needy, but I do my best to ignore it as I give her more and more, until I’m buried up to the knuckle. Sita is moaning and writhing, her hips jerking in time with my movements.

“You’re taking me so well,” I praise her between licks, thrusting faster. “Look how your cunt welcomes me. So lovely and soft and wet.”

“I’m... I’m...” She cuts herself off with a cry. “I-I’m going to...”

Now. I curl my finger inside her and drag it along her inner wall, and she tenses all around me. I rub the spot that should stimulate her most tender place, and instantly her hips buck and she lets out a full-throated scream. I could simply drink up her pleasure.

Then, suddenly, Sita falls completely still. Her channel squeezes down tight around me, strangling my finger as she careens into her finish.

“Yes, sweetling,” I murmur. “Give it to me.” I pump faster, pushing her even further into the abyss as I lick her ferociously.

Then, hot liquid gushes out of her, into my open mouth. Sita jerks again, wailing as her climax consumes her, and I drink her up greedily.

“Gurrek, oh, I can’t, I can’t,” she chants, and I relent in my attack, gently withdrawing my hand. It’s soaking with her, and so are my lips.

I sit back, admiring her heaving chest, her labored breaths, and her red, blotchy skin. Her eyes are silky with her pleasure.

“What was that?” Sita whispers, concern marring her small face. “I think I...” She swallows. “Did I pee on you?”

I can’t help the startled laugh that comes out of me, and she curls her shoulders. Shaking my head, I rub her knees, kissing each one.

“No, no.” I lick my finger in front of her, so she can see just how marvelous she tastes. “You gifted me. It’s a sign you enjoyed it.”

“I more than enjoyed it,” she says, slurring the words.

“Good.” I move to lie next to her, but she stops me with a hand on my chest. Though she’s not strong enough to push me down, I fall back anyway, and she rises onto her knees above me.

“Take these off,” she instructs, plucking at my drawers. Obediently I slide them off my legs, and Sita greedily takes in the sight of me. I love that she likes my body, that seeing it makes her even hungrier.

She worships me slowly, stroking me until I’m thick and heavy in her hands and my blood is racing. Then she uses her mouth, which has become so talented, and it’s only moments before I’m groaning and letting off onto her waiting tongue. She drinks me up as I did her, and the sight of my spend dripping down her lips is, perhaps, the most delightful and erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

When she’s finished and we’re lying together under the new blanket, Sita tips her head up toward me.

“Is that what your cock will feel like?” she asks in the darkness. “When it’s inside me?”

I can’t help a wide smile at the suggestion. It’s wonderful that she’s already imagining it, and now so am I.

“Hopefully even better,” I tell her, kissing her nose. “But we will work you up to it. I never want to hurt you. You’ll only ever find pleasure with me.”

The look of unadulterated trust on her face makes my heart swell, almost painfully.

“Good,” she says in a sleepy voice, resting her cheek against my chest. “I can’t wait.”