“Um dunn.” Leeenuh’s soft voice cuts through my inner monologue.
When I glance behind, she offers me the shell, uncertain of where to wipe her sticky fingers. I quickly grab the container, and instead of grabbing her a cloth, I use my hand to clear the excess balm off her fingers. Leeenuh’s mouth drops open in shock as I do.
“Let me know if you need more,” I tell her quickly before putting the salve back into the stores.
As I carefully place the shell back onto the shelves, I slyly take a moment to smell the leftovers in my hand. Despite medicinal herbs and the fat that suspends them, I can still detect her intimate scent.
The delicious scent of her hits my nervous system like an explosion, and I inhale deeper. Blood rushes to places it shouldn’t, and I’m left searching for another wrap to cover my rapidly hardening cock. I tie it on quickly but am less than pleased at the tenting of my wrap. I suppose it’s better than brandishing uncovered. Leeenuh seems uncomfortable with my nakedness.
I grab the driftwood stool I fashioned together at the beginning of my Great Proving and face the bed. I try to cross my leg casually over the other one in an attempt to hide my willful erection.
I am sure I look incredibly awkward.
“Today, I will work on something to restrain your hands, Leeenuh. I do not wish you to inflict any more pain on your cunt.”
Leeenuh nods, her cheeks staining a red color. The color is pleasing to me for some reason, even if her poor skin’s camouflage seems nearly broken.
“Kan eye elp?”
I cock my head, not understanding her. She points to the knots around my bound foretentacles. Does she want to help with making the restraints?
“No, no, let your mate handle such things. Rest for now, Leeenuh. Kitaico can take care of you!” I flash her a broad grin.
“Em nought tyurd!'' She seems annoyed by my suggestion.
I thought females loved naps and being taken care of? Maybe the human females are different than Andjins ones in that regard?
“Sleep for a bit. We’ve got nothing but time to wait until your heats are over. Why not nap?”
She sighs, as if in resignation, and flops her head back into the nest. Even if I’m as frustrated as Leeenuh, I can’t let it prevent me from being an excellent mate.
So, the task at hand is restraints for when sweet little Leeenuh becomes the wild, cock-crazed female of last night.
I will have no problem making the ropes, but I worry with all her struggling that they’ll dig into her wrists and injure her still. Maybe something soft can be used as a buffer?
I stand, scratching my head.
I could harvest some torun sponges to pad out the wrist portion—I know there’s a wild patch right near the entrance of the nest.
I sneak a quick glance at Leeenuh out of the corner of my eye, trying not to draw attention. She pulls the thick blanket up higher under her chin and closes her eyes.
I knew she needed rest. Maybe the Great Mother was right about picking me as her mate.
I wait until her breathing slows and I’m sure she’s sleeping before I slip out the nest entrance and into the cool salt water.
7
playing doctor
The constant buzzof my tattoo machine becomes a soothing white noise, heightening my concentration. Every stroke matters, especially the delicate purple lines, as a single mistake could jeopardize the line-work of my current design.
“You know that’s forever, right?” my grandmother says.
But Grandma has been dead for years.
When I turn my head, there’s no sturdy woman glaring disapprovingly at me. Oddly enough, the smell of her hairspray lingers in the air. Her hairstyle remained unchanged, with its smooth and lacquered appearance, since before I was born. She always smelled faintly of Aqua Net.
As I gaze back at my work, I notice the swirling purple mark gradually forming into a distinct shape. With my palm as the canvas, the jab of the needles in my machine is more than a dull ache. I use a clean cloth to carefully wipe away the excess ink from my skin.
