Page 71 of Feast

“I’ll give you a bigger stick.”

The ukkur pack leader slapped the head of his hard meat against Ika’s ass and she squealed. He thumped his cock against her like he was beating a drum, and each impact left a temporary white imprint on her reddened cheeks.

“Thusar stop it!” Ika cried, her face flushing to the same ruddy hue as her abused rump.

“You asked for this,” Thusar rumbled. And then to his pack brothers: “Turn her over.”

Gunnar and Muk followed their pack leader’s order and flipped Ika onto her back. As soon as her sensitive rear touched down on the pad of fur under her, she yelped and raised her pelvis. Thusar shoved her knees apart and positioned himself between her spread thighs.

“I think it’s time to give this side some punishment too.”

“No,” Ika whined.

But her hips were gyrating and thrusting her pelvis up to meet Thusar’s hard cock. It was clear her body knew exactly what it needed.

Thusar gripped the base of his cock again and levered his shaft up and down, hammering his blunt head against the little pink pearl at the top of Ika’s slit.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Ika’s hips bucked and shuddered as if possessed.

“Oh gods, Thusar,” Ika mewled. “What are you doing?”

The sound of her voice set his pole to throbbing. His tip drooled with arousal, staining her patch of fur with the precursor of his sap.

“I’m going to claim that tight little hole.”

Thusar angled his pole downward and wedged his tip against Ika’s opening.

Gods, that hole was so small though. Had Slaine truly managed to fit himself inside of her? It didn’t seem possible. Thusar had no reason to think that Slaine would lie to him about such a thing. But perhaps the half-mad ukkur had been confused. After all, it must have been dark inside that abolith.

Still, Thusar had to try, even if it meant splitting Ika in two.

“Thusar, wait,” she gasped.

But he had already started to push. Her hole was tight but slick, and with some force, Thusar’s rounded head popped inside her. Ika winced and yelped softly, and Thusar grunted as his cock leaked more of his precursor fluid inside her hole.

Gods, she felt fucking good.

Thusar just held himself there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of Ika’s wet opening snugged around his throbbing head. Ika mewled and writhed beneath him. The sight of her like that, impaled on his erection, quickened his pulse.

Something about it felt so right, so natural.

Thusar was beginning to understand. This was where his meat belonged. Buried deep between Ika’s quivering thighs.

He pushed deeper. Her slippery walls squelched around him.

“Thusar,” Ika whined. “Stop…it’s too big.”

Too big? She could be right. His pole was a bit thicker than Slaine’s. But if that crazy bastard could fit inside her, then so could Thusar.

He had to. He couldn’t stop until he felt every inch of her soft, wet interior gripping his long, hard cock.

Thusar sank into her, inch by throbbing inch, until his aching balls were pressed tightly against her ass, and his tip was nudging against the innermost limit of her cavity. Ika gave a wet gasp, The sound was so delicate and sweet that Thusar nearly spilled again, but he held back.

He intended to savor this feeling first.

The sensation was incredible. Ika’s tight little hole stretched around Thusar’s girth, and her wet inner walls conformed perfectly to his shape. So much better than the grip of his callused fist. Even better than Ika’s sweet little mouth.