"I... I..." Fiona's voice quivered with uncertainty. Though she possessed the physical strength to break free from Orion's tight hold, her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, rendering her incapable of coherent thought or action. She found herself utterly fixated on Orion's question, a question she had never anticipated hearing in her entire life. And what baffled her the most was that the question had come from a young man who wasn't even half her age, shattering all her preconceived notions.
"What did you say?" Orion asked, his voice filled with curiosity, as he motioned for Fiona to speak louder, raising an eyebrow in anticipation. However, instead of a verbal response, Fiona's power surged within her. Harnessing the strength in her lower body, she swiftly pivoted, freeing her hand from Orion's grip. In a fluid motion, their positions were reversed, leaving Orion lying on the ground while Fiona loomed over him. Her knees enveloped both his legs, and her hands firmly pressed into the reddish clay soil on either side of his head. As the dust settled, Fiona's gaze bore into Orion's, a captivating blend of conflicting emotions swirling within her eyes. Gasping for breath, she remained in control, her intentions and thoughts yet to be unveiled.
Orion's gaze shifted downward, his eyes fixating on the slight adjustment of her tulga. The fabric that was meant to cover her sacred cave had shifted, revealing a glimpse of her narrow alluring lips. Briefly captivated by the sight of her trimmed hairy pussy, Orion swiftly redirected his attention back to her face.
"We can't continue like this, you know," he murmured, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency. His eyes lifted, focusing on the sky above where vibrant waves of morning light painted the clouds in shades of orange.
Just as he was about to return his gaze to Fiona, a delicate sensation brushed against his lips, instantly recognizable. Without hesitation, Orion's lips parted, invitingly accepting the interplay. With practised finesse, his tongue met hers, skillfully merging their desires in a passionate dance that conveyed both familiarity and exploration.
Seizing the moment with unyielding confidence, Orion seized hold of Fiona's hand, intertwining their fingers as his other arm snaked around her neck. In a swift and graceful motion, he expertly flipped her over, their bodies now entangled in a captivating embrace. His knee gently urged her legs apart, pressing against her firm thighs, as his focus shifted to a playful exploration of her tantalizing lips with his teasing tongue.
Though Fiona was keenly aware of his actions, her primary concern lay in confirming the reality of the kiss that had transpired. Initiating the passionate exchange and awaiting his response, she sought validation of this shared intimacy. Engrossed in their exchange, saliva mingling in a fiery dance, Fiona eventually withdrew her head, parting their lips with a soft gasp, breaking the spell they had woven.
As the sky painted itself with hues of the breaking dawn, Fiona directed her gaze upwards, attempting to find solace and calm her racing heart. With each breath, she fought to regain composure before turning her attention back to Orion. Doubts swirled in her mind, yet his actions had proved the authenticity of his words, leaving her unable to dismiss what had transpired as anything but genuine. Nevertheless, she needed time to process it all. "I need some space to gather my thoughts," Fiona's voice resonated, surprisingly composed, as she locked eyes with Orion, a controlled intensity emanating from her gaze.
Orion's nodded his head in acknowledgement as he rose to his feet. His eyes remained fixed on Fiona, observing her as she sat upright, still seemingly lost in a daze. Extending his hand towards her, he snapped his fingers in front of her vision, a gesture intended to bring her back to the present moment. With an open palm, he offered his hand, silently urging her to grasp it and stand up. Fiona swiftly snapped out of her reverie once again, her focus shifting back to reality as she seized his outstretched arm and pulled herself up.
However, to Orion's surprise, as soon as she regained her footing, she strode past him, starting to walk away. Taking a few steps forward, she then turned her head, casting an intense stare at Orion from the corner of her eyes. "I need to go home and gather my thoughts. Just do me a favour and be here tomorrow at the same hour," she conveyed, her words leaving a trail of uncertainty in the air. Without lingering, she redirected her gaze forward and resumed her stride.
"And who will draw water from the well once everyone wakes up?" Orion exclaimed as he chased after her, genuinely surprised by her words. Just in the nick of time, he caught up to her as she was about to respond. "Let them handle it however they want or go to the market square if they truly need water and can't wait until tomorrow," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of defiance. Orion observed Fiona's captivating eyes fixed upon him, a smile gracing her face. "Or perhaps you could inform them that you were the cause of all this," Fiona's heart raced as she locked eyes with Orion, unable to contain her smile as it mirrored her innermost feelings. However, she swiftly composed herself, erasing any trace of emotion mere seconds after the smile. "Meanwhile, I will see you tomorrow."
Realizing Fiona's resolute intent, Orion reluctantly brought himself to a halt, granting her the space she needed. He had already shattered countless barriers, surpassing his own expectations, and pushing any further seemed unwise. With a tinge of melancholy, he watched Fiona stride away, the morning sun casting a radiant glow upon her. As she vanished from sight, a weariness settled over him, prompting a tired sigh to escape his lips. He turned back towards the well, preparing to retrieve his belongings. However, upon reaching the well, a jolt of remembrance shot through him—his clay pot lay shattered beyond repair.
