“Orin, please! Gray is here!”
“I did what you asked.”
“Not spilling into me?” I asked askance in panic. “It was all you did.”
“I could’ve given you young.”
“And trapped me forever.” I braced the foot I had on the trough. Fighting desperately. But I weighed too little, and Orin was too powerful.
He stretched his other arm over the side of the trough to reach beneath my skirt. Pushing the fabric up to caress the inside of my leg.
“No! Orin!” I yanked wildly.
He was able to reach a pawing hand toward my crease, stretching a finger to slip into me.
“Ahh.” He moaned in pleasure at finally getting to touch me so intimately. Sighing in lustful relief. He rose from the water.
It poured off him in trickling streamers. Revealing his long hair and the shape of his sharp features and de
