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I move the angle of my hips, searching for position that brings the most sounds from her. My pleasure grows as the harder thrusts send ripples across her.

Something is building in the base of my spine as I shift my body so I can grab each rounded globe on her chest in my hands, spurred on by her increased cries of pleasure at the contact.

The view of the flesh trying to escape the confines of my tight grip sends a thrill through me that pulls out that growing sensation from my spine and sends it rippling out, my hips pounding an erratic pattern as she lets out a wail of pleasure.

When I come back to myself, the guilt hits. "I'm sorry, Nasrin. So sorry."

She smacks a hand against my naked rear, shocking me into silence.

"Stop it. I'm not going to die, idiot. Nowkissme."

And so I do, at least for a little while before my instincts remind me that this place is deadly and we are naked.

She complains when I pull out of her, but lets me carry her to the stream so I can gently clean her, still enthralled by the softnessof her body. Excited now that I don't have to hold back from touching her.

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It doesn't take us long to get cleaned up. I enjoyed every minute of it, but once his hands are no longer on me, my mind starts to overthink everything.

I just had sex with him… and I'm not sure I even fully trust him yet. I mean, I guess I should, but when I search for that settled feeling of trust, it isn't there. Just like it shouldn't be. Right? From the way my chest constricts, my heart doesn't agree. The longing for trust might just be my undoing, but now I see my error.

Sex might not mean much for other people, and that's fine, but apparently I am not one of those people.

I don't feel guilty about losing my virginity, but it happening when there isn't trust makes me question if it was truly my choice—or if it was something the genali did to me. Suddenly, knowing that becomes crucial, but I don't know how to tell the difference.

I push the thought aside for now, following Kuret's lead to help us get out of the clearing, surprised that I didn't notice that Roshan had left or that I would need to call him back.

Hooking him back up to the cart helps calm my nerves and I'm able to put off thinking about what all of this means for now. What we are or aren't and if I am the type who can just move on now.

Before long, we are moving back along the path.

Roshan brays and steers us in a different direction. I turn to Kuret, wondering if he was the one leading him that way, but the expression on his face tells me that he is just as confused as I am.

I lean forward to talk to the argila but I hear a braying sound coming from a distance away, as if in response to Roshan.

Could it be another argila? That would be extremely unlikely given the circumstances, but with the way things have been going recently, anything is possible.

Kuret is doing his best to steer him away, but Roshan bolts in the direction of the sound, moving faster than I have ever seen, and we cannot stop him. For a moment, fear grips me—it could be a hunter or a predator with mimicking abilities, but as he starts to slow down, I realize that it was not a false alarm.

There is indeed another argila here.

Kuret helps me down from the cart.

I unhook Roshan before he tips over the cart in his excitement, then he scampers toward the lone creature, before halting nearby. Something about their differences and the way Roshan acts makes me think it's a female.

"Even bigger than he is. Interesting," he says, obviously amused by the situation, as he leans casually against a tree.

The strange argila really is much bigger than Roshan, on a general scale, but also has a more distended belly that makes her truly look like a furry spider with those odd legs.

Hopefully not of the type that eats males alive. Roshan seems to be entranced by her, though, rubbing his head against her short neck.

It makes so much sense why he was so eager to get to her. It's amusing to think about the way he bolted directly for the female. Seems like men are really all the same, regardless of species or planet of origin.

She seems to appreciate the attention until she catches me in her line of sight and starts to bray loudly. Her movements scare me off, and I take several steps back.

"Nasrin, be careful," Kuret hisses and I nod, chewing on my bottom lip.

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