by Vivian Leigh
A sentry stood at the edge of the village, leaning on a spear. She couldn’t tell who it was from a distance, but judging by the tilt of his chin, he was at least half-asleep. A shadow parted from the trees and ghosted across the meadow. Chira’s heart skipped a beat. She recognized that stride.
Thorg had come back for her.
The sentry’s head snapped up, fully alert, and his spear came off the ground. Words were exchanged, too distant to hear, and the spear came forward. The ghost’s hands rose, empty. The spear lowered, but the sentry’s head shook. Another brief exchange of words and Thorg sloped back into the forest.
Chira didn’t need any more encouragement. She cut back across the village, swinging wide of the sentry. The needle leaf trees were in sight when a figured loomed before her.
“Well, well, if it’s not my new sister.” Sango grinned wickedly. “You should be safe in your burrow, little mouse. It’s dangerous out at night.”
“Your brother was just too much man for me, Sango. I had to walk off the extra energy.”
“I’m sure.” He grabbed her arm, squeezing painfully tight.
“He said you aren’t to touch me.”
“Did he now?” Sango looked around, his smile unwavering. “The old goat is sound asleep. You take care of me now, and I’ll make sure things go easier on you later.”
An idea flickered to life. “I always thought you were the most handsome man in the village, Sango. All the girls do.”
Sango paused, his grip relaxing a fraction. “Is that right?”
“You know it is.” Chira laid a hand on his thick arm, stroking him. “I thought I was going to be wed to you, and I was devastated when I learned it was your brother instead. If you’ll have me, Sango, I’d do anything for you.”
The fur that hid his manhood twitched, and he licked his lips.
“But we can’t do it in the village,” Chira said. “Maybe in the forest? Where no one can hear?” She lowered her voice. “When I get excited, I just can’t control myself.” She tried to sound eager, hoping that getting him to the forest and making enough noise would catch Thorg’s attention.
Sango grinned “I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.” He caught her by the hair and smashed a kiss into her. His breath tasted so foul she nearly bolted, but the thought of Thorg was enough to keep her there.
Sango pulled away. “I hope you fuck better than you kiss.” He pushed her head of him, toward the forest.
They passed the stream on the edge of the village and marched deep into the needle leaf forest. Chira kicked at every stone and stamped on every branch, trying to make as much noise as possible. Sango either didn’t notice, or didn’t feel like complaining. Eventually he stopped at a particularly large tree and threw to her to the ground amid a pile of fallen needles. They dug into her back, adding pain to her fear.
“You don’t have to be so rough,” Chira said.
“I like it rough.” He laughed, and it chilled her to the bone.
“Oh, rough is fine, Sango, but don’t leave any marks your brother will find.” She raised her voice, hoping, praying that Thorg would hear her.
Sango peeled off his waist cover, and threw it down beside her. When it came to manhood, Sango and his brother had nothing in common. The rod standing at his waist was closer to a club than a finger, and Chira had a very unexpected concern about how much damage it would do going into her.
“You like what you see?” Sango waved it at her, the bulbous head glistening in the moonlight.
“Perhaps it will grow larger when you turn from a boy into a man,” Chira said, stalling.
Sango stared at her confused. “You said you wanted this.”
She shrugged. “I thought you were a man.”
Sango’s confusion turned into a cruel grin. “You’ve got spirit, Chira. I’ve always admired that in you. Luring me out here to try to take my seed. I’ll give you more than you bargained for, girl. Roll over.”
A shadow moved in the darkness, and something flashed toward Sango’s head. It connected with a mighty thump, but Sango didn’t fall. He bellowed.
Thorg stepped out of the shadows then, club in hand. He swung again, but Sango stepped into the blow, batting the club aside and swinging a meaty fist for Thorg’s nose. His eyes flashed wide when he saw who his attacker was, and he attacked with greater fury. Blows flashed back and forth, and it sounded like two rams battling for a ewe. Thorg took the worst of it, falling back before Sango’s onslaught.
“I didn’t think I’d get a chance to kill you so soon, Thorg.” Sango hammered a fist into Thorg’s stomach. “My brother said we’d have to wait a season before raiding your new tribe.” Another fist flashed. “But I hate waiting.”
Chira hauled herself to her feet. Thorg’s club lay fallen a few paces away. She snatched it up, her vision going red with anger. Shamus and Sango hadn’t just driven her lover away, they’d planning to massacre the new villagers, too? Those were her villagers, by the stars. She swung the club with every ounce of anger she had, channeling it all into a single blow. She didn’t aim for the head or the shoulder, Sango was too thick for that. She aimed for the knee.
The club struck with a crunch, and a howl rose from Sango’s lips. He swayed once, twice and then Thorg was on him. Sango went down amid a spray of spittle and curses. Chira kicked him square between the legs, and kept kicking. Sango’s curses turned to screams, and after a few more kicks even the screams went quiet.
“Chira, he’s down,” Thorg said.
Chira hammered a final blow into Sango’s jewels. “I hate him,” she spit.
“Easy, girl.” Thorg caught her shoulders, and pulled her into a hug. Chira sagged against him, letting him hold her weight. He was smeared with blood and snot and sweat, but she didn’t care.
“You came back for me,” she said.
“I did.”
“My father joined me to--”
“Sango?”
She shook her head. “Shamus.”
Thorg squeezed her tight. “Well, you don’t have to go back. I’m here.”
Chira held him, and never wanted to let go.
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It took three weeks of walking, though it may have taken less if they hadn’t slept late every morning. And stayed up late every night. Thorg made love to her slowly and carefully, letting her set the pace, and always eager to please her.
During the days he talked of the new life they would form together. The children they would raise. The village they would found. Chira fell more in love with every word.
At times she wondered if her parents would miss her. Shamus and Sango might, but those two could drown in the stream, for all she cared. She had Thorg, and that’s all that really mattered. He was all that had ever mattered.
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