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Old Rolf would be none too pleased about that, but Thusar would deal with that problem when they came to it.

For now, his mind was troubled by other thoughts.

He was troubled by what he had done to Ika. What Gunnar was doing now and what Muk would do next when his turn came round.

Thusar had no doubt that this act was good and natural.

Though he lacked Gunnar’s wisdom, Thusar understood a little about the ways of nature and his own body. He knew that his body provided signals of what was good or bad. If he did not eat for several days, pangs of hunger would stab at his gut. Bad. After he ate, his stomach felt pleasant and satisfied. Good.

The intense pleasure he had experienced inside of Ika signaled that their joining was a very good thing indeed. And the moans and squeals coming from Ika’s lips signaled that she was enjoying it too.

Clearly the gods had crafted Ika’s hole for a reason.

She was built to take ukkur cock.

But why?

Thusar also knew that nothing in nature happened without a purpose. An ukkur ate to replenish his body. He slept to replenish his mind. He pissed and shit to expel those things his body could not use. He had strong legs to chase down prey and nimble fingers for crafting tools.

Everything had a purpose. Everything.

Except the white sap. That was something Thusar had never understood.

At least now he knew where to put it, but he still did not know why.

Why did the white sap need to go between Ika’s legs? There must be some purpose.

Thusar intended to discover that purpose. He intended to pump Ika’s hole and fill her brimful with his fluid ten times a day if he had to. He would fill her again and again until he had discovered the true purpose of the act.

And he knew that his pack brethren would all do the same.

Gunnar had now completed his first filling of Ika’s hole. He climbed off and turned her shivering, panting body over to Muk, who was the next in line to enjoy her pleasure.

Instead of climbing atop her as his pack brothers had done, Muk decided to try a different position, lying on his back with Ika on top, impaled on his hard pole. She was tired and weak from being used twice already, and she required Muk’s strength to keep her upright. He held her with one hand on her throat and the other on her hip, lifting her several inches above his pelvis so he could slam into her from below.

Thusar smirked at Muk’s antics. The kid always insisted on doing things differently.

From the other side of the fire, Slaine watched intently. His eyes were latched on Ika’s penetrated hole, and his hand was latched on his hard cock, stroking it absent mindedly.

No doubt he was remembering the first time he had tasted that pleasure earlier in the day.

From what Slaine had told Thusar before, he had already spilled inside her a dozen times or more.

The rest of them obviously had some catching up to do.

But Slaine clearly had not had his fill of Ika’s body. He rose with a grunt, crossed the cave, and took up a kneeling position behind Ika.

“Slaine,” Muk growled. “What the rot are you doing? You need to wait your turn.”

For a moment, Thusar considered intervening, but he held back. He wanted to see what his formerly silent pack brother had in mind.

Slaine shoved Ika’s upper body forward, and she collapsed onto Muk’s chest with a weak cry. Her backside was exposed, still rosy from Thusar’s thrashing, and her impaled hole was on full display, leaking arousal and globs of sap down Muk’s shaft and onto his balls.

Slaine grinned and grunted cruelly.

He angled his cock down, prodding his tip against the rim of her stretched opening.

“It’s my turn, gods rot you!,” Muk shouted.