Ten
Sithe
Holding Catarine’s relaxed, satisfied body against me works better than all my mantras.
I’m calm again. So very calm.
What is it about her small but precious weight that makes everything okay? Even though, where the other Arrisans are concerned, I have leapt off a very great precipice, I feel there is ground somewhere beneath me. And when I am moving my hard jack within her soft socket, the ground doesn’t matter. I feel as if I can fly.
And my release… It is not the tormented explosion that I demanded of my body in the arena, but an asking, an invitation. She’s always saying, “You can do what you want if everyone agrees.” As if there is a choice.
Now, she lets out a long sigh that ends on a groan and pushes herself upright, then wriggles to clamber off my softening jack.
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