"You want me to fix it?" Sol asked, a dark smile cutting across his face. "Get on your back. And spread them until they hurt."
Evara didn't argue. The command was laced with enough of Sol's unnatural influence that her body obeyed before her pride could object. She scrambled backward onto the pile of furs, flipping onto her back.
She threw her legs wide open, bending her knees and pulling her feet up near her buttocks to expose herself fully. It was a brazen, vulgar display. In the tribe, women were modest, hiding their "sacred" parts. Evara was practically ripping herself open for him.
He looked down at her exposed sex. The dark hair was matted with her juices. The pink flesh of her inner lips was swollen and pulsing.
"You're messy," Sol noted, tracing the slit with his thumb.
"Shut up," Evara gasped, thrashing slightly under his grip. "Just put it in! Stop looking at it!"
"No," Sol said calmly. "We need to clear the blockage first. A proper massage treats the whole body."
