That was her fault. Zanhass’s hot insides molded around his dick as if it was made for just his cock. Zanhass watched his blows continue. He was too excited to stop, though. She let him. She looped her arms under his arms and put her hand on the hand with which Kivan held the hammer. Kivan held Zanhass, wishing she was not so upset, wishing he had not hurt her, wishing she would stop crying so he could start moving in and out some more. She wondered how boys did that, and why. Though the early fall day was chilly, Kivan felt the heat of the forge as soon as he opened the door. Today, though, she was acutely aware that Pa was not there to disapprove of whatever foolish things men might make her want to do. He had been very polite. She supposed she could pass that information on to Arleena, though, since she was so interested in Papa.
