Page 64 of Feast

Her blush deepened.

“Ika. Look at me.”

With a great effort, Ika raised her eyes to look at Thusar. The pack leader was sitting naked and cross legged atop his fur cloak before the fire. His long, hard cock was gripped in his massive fist, and he was slowly jerking it, just as she had seen him do that first night by the river.

“Come here,” he commanded.

But Ika did not move. Her mortification was too great. When she had done the act with Slaine, it had felt natural and right. But now, hearing Thusar describe it in such a crude and direct way, it sounded so dirty and shameful.

“I said, come here.” Thusar’s voice carried a note of displeasure. The pack leader did not like to repeat himself.

But Ika’s feet were welded to the floor. She was frozen in place by her shame and humiliation. Her face and chest felt feverish with heat.

Thusar grunted, rose to his feet, and crossed the cave to where Ika was standing. He towered over her, and she shivered under the withering intensity of his glare.

“When I tell you to do something, Ika, I expect you to obey.”

Ika’s heart was thudding against her ribs. She was scared of him. She wanted to run, but there was nowhere to go, and her feet remained rooted in place.

Thusar reached out and pressed his fingers between her legs, stroking her slit.

“Slaine says he had figured out what this is for,” Thusar whispered. “But you know what I think?”

“What?” Ika managed to answer.

Thusar’s middle finger separated her folds and found her entrance.

“I think it has many uses.”

Thusar shoved his finger inside, and Ika gasped at that sudden invasion.

“For example, it is useful for leading a disobedient pet.”

The pack leader slowly walked backward, pulling Ika along with his finger hooked inside her hole. The pressure of his pulling sent tingles all through her core. Her insides pulsed with desire and oozed wet arousal onto that controlling finger.

In this fashion, Thusar led her to the place where his fur cloak was spread on the floor.

“Much better,” he purred. “I’ll train you yet, my defiant little Ika.”

He withdrew his finger from his hole and raised it to his lips to suck it clean. Another surge of heat rushed into Ika’s cheeks.

Thusar sat down again on his makeshift rug. His eyes were now level with Ika’s crotch.

“Widen your stance,” he growled.

This time Ika obeyed immediately. She stepped her feet apart, giving Thusar a better view of what was between her legs. The ukkur grunted in approval, then reached out with both hands and teased her folds apart so he could get a better look at her.

“Did Slaine really put his stick in here?”

“Yes,” Slaine grunted from his place by the fire. “Did.”

“I’m not asking you, brother. I’m asking Ika.” He looked up at her with a penetrating stare. “Is it true, Ika?”

She nodded, blushing.

“Yes.”

“And he spilled his sap inside you?”