Page 39 of Feast

And his intervention had come not a moment too soon. That feeling of hot, convulsive pleasure had been welling once more in the depths of her core. A few more seconds, and she would have been lost in the throes of another climax.

Ika leaned back against the stone wall to which she was still leashed, panting, gasping, sweating.

But her relief was short lived.

As soon as he had shoved Muk aside, Slaine rounded on Ika. His eyes dipped to her slathered crotch, and he licked his lips while a hungry growl rumbled in his throat.

“Slaine! No! Wait—“

Slaine did not wait. Before Ika had a chance to snap her legs together, he pounced, jamming his face against her parting so he could feast on her even more viciously than Muk had done.

“Oh gods…”

Slaine gripped and pried Ika’s legs apart until the tendons of her inner thighs ached with stretching. She was totally exposed to him now. Totally vulnerable. Slaine’s coarse tongue dragged up and down Ika’s slit, separating her wet folds and brushing against her hole.

Ten hard strokes was all it took to break her.

Her muscles tensed and relaxed rhythmically as waves of bliss rippled through her body. She gasped and sobbed with pleasure. Drool trickled from the corner of her mouth as she climaxed violently.

Ika was done.

But Slaine was not.

His goal was clearly not to give her pleasure. That had been merely incidental. A side effect. All Slaine was really interested in, Ika realized, was selfishly lapping up as much of her hot fluid as he could get.

And he had not yet drunk his fill.

Slaine continued his feasting. He slurped and grunted and snorted between Ika’s open legs, driving her straight through one brutal climax into the next.

And the next.

And the next.

Ika tried to beg. She tried to plead with the savage ukkur to show her mercy. But all that came from her mouth were weak, slurred sounds of desperation and pleasure.

Even if her slack lips had been able to form the words, would it have mattered?

Ika thought not.

Simpleminded Slaine was going to take what he wanted. And right now, the only thing he wanted lay between Ika’s trembling thighs. He wasn’t going to stop until his bestial hunger was sated.

In her pleasure-fuddled state, Ika sensed the presence of two other ukkur closing in on either side of her, bracketing her between their massive bodies. With her eyes crossed and half-closed from climaxing, she had to rely on her nose to tell her it was Muk and Gunnar.

The ukkur grabbed her naked mounds, squeezing and kneading them roughly in their massive hands.

“So soft,” Gunnar rumbled. “So smooth…”

He dipped his face and feasted on Ika’s chest, sucking her hard nipple and strumming it with his tongue while Slaine performed a similar maneuver on the taut nub between her legs. A moment later, Muk followed suit on the other side of her chest.

Ika squirmed and mewled under the triple attention of the hungry ukkur.

Rolf had been right. They did want to eat her alive.

Just not in the way she’d expected.

The thought of Rolf sent a pulse of humiliation and shame rolling through her pleasure-wracked body. What would Rolf think if he saw her like this now? Spread and feasted upon by three grunting ukkur whom she barely knew.

It was so dirty, so wrong.