Page 88 of Feast

“Why not?”

The ukkur’s low voice seemed to rumble straight down Ika’s spine and into her hot center, and she nearly climaxed just from that vibration.

“Rolf is right there,” she whimpered. “What if he wakes up?”

Beneath their fur cover, Thusar climbed over her body and positioned himself on her front side, blocking her from Rolf’s view.

“There. Is that better?”

“No,” Ika whispered in annoyance. “It’s not better, Thusar, it’s—oh…oh gods…”

The finger on Ika’s sensitive nubbin had been replaced by the tip of Thusar’s hard ukkurhood. He was grinding it against her, slathering her tingling nerve bundle with the sticky pre-sap that was leaking from his slit.

“O-okay,” Ika whimpered softly. “Okay, but make it quick, Thusar.”

The ukkur growled quietly and gave her ass a hard squeeze that almost made Ika yelp with pain. She glared at him with a hurt look.

“You do not command me,” Thusar warned. “I will use your body as I see fit and for as long as I want. It is not simply a matter of spilling my sap, little one. I will not be satisfied until I feel your little body quaking with your own climax.”

Ika let out a shuddering gasp.

“Now,” Thusar continued. “Unless you want me to bend your defiant little body over my knee and punish you right here in front of Rolf and everyone else, then you will open your legs and offer me your hole.”

Ika shivered at that threat and chewed her lip. Her inner thighs were beaded with moisture, and when she spread her legs, the air filled with her need-scent, even though her body was covered.

“Good,” Thusar said.

His head pushed against her hole. Her tightness resisted him temporarily, but with a bit of force, Thusar’s cock punched inside her well-lubricated channel.

Ika almost screamed, but she let the sound die in her throat.

“Bite me, Ika,” Thusar purred. “Do whatever you must to stifle your cries.”

With a muffled whimper, she sank her teeth into the meat of Thusar’s beefy shoulder as he pistoned into her slow and deep.

Around them in the caverns, others were not as successful at disguising their sounds of pleasure.

Rolf was not the only ukkur who had found a companion amid the human refugees. Over the past few days, Ika had watched as various groups of ukkur males had taken notice of human women, paying them extra attention when it came to food, clothing, protection, and inevitably other noisier comforts.

Ika had attempted to talk to some of the humans as well—for totally different reasons, of course. But she had discovered that they did not share her language. They spoke in a bizarre tongue that almost made her giggle with how funny it sounded. But it was also a great disappointment that she could not communicate with them. She wished to learn about their origins, and by extension her own.

The language barrier, however, did not seem to get in the way of the ukkur’s urges it seemed. Tonight the darkness rang with intermittent grunts and moans and slippery sounds.

There was no doubt that vast quantities of sap were being spilled on this journey.

And now those anonymous sounds of hybrid pleasure echoing through the subterranean darkness only served to heighten Ika’s arousal.

Thusar had spoken of taking his time to ensure Ika’s pleasure. But the way that the head of his member was buffing so perfectly against her special spot, it would not take Ika long at all to get there. She rocked her hips to meet his thrusts and humped her throbbing nub against his rock-hard pelvis.

Gods, he was so hard both inside of her and out.

There was a sound from behind her. Another low purr joined Thusar’s in a dominating harmony. Another chiseled body pressed and conformed to Ika’s. Another hard pole rubbing and humping at her hindquarters.

Muk.

She didn’t even need to see her mates. She could sort them by their scents now. She could recognize them by their different ways of touching her.

Muk fisted her hair and planted hot kisses all over the back of her neck and her shoulders. His sharp tusks grazed her deliciously and his tongue drew tantalizing shapes on her skin.