Thanred scowled. “What is the trouble?” he asked.
Royla opened her mouth to answer but could not seem to speak.
Despite the softness in his heart for his new mate, a pang of shame welled up from within him at how she was treating him in front of the others. A Dranark female wouldneverrefuse her husband in front of others. Thanred suppressed the anger that threatened to spew from him at her rudeness. “Royla,” he growled again instead.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide with panic. “I’m... I’m sorry,” she stammered. “Forgive me.”
Thanred tilted his head and his frown deepened, unable to understand what was wrong.
“It’s just... I don’t... we don’t normally...dothat with others watching,” she explained.
His anger subsided with a sigh. Of course. The humans had other customs. But if she was going to live among Dranark, she would have to learn her place. Especially with others watching. His authority could not be questioned. He straightened his back and patted his thigh with one hand. “Lay yourself before me,” he ordered. His eyes shot up for a moment to see Guro and Treg give an approving nod at the request.
Royla was trembling slightly but she did what he asked. Rising from the log next to him, she flattened the grass skirt he’d fashioned, then knelt beside him. She leaned forward, stretching herself across his lap until her bottom was in the center of it.
Her cheeks seemed an even brighter red. The color andher obvious shame made Thanred’s cock flex to full hardness, the head pressing against her soft belly. “Expose yourself,” he said.
Royla sucked in a breath. But a moment later she raised her hands and grabbed the hem of her skirt. She peeled it up, revealing the soft, creamy flesh of her bottom.
The four that had been finishing their meal set down the bones and lumbered closer to the fire. Their eyes met Thanred’s, seeking his permission to witness the correction.
He responded with a slight nod before turning his attention back to Royla. Placing a hand on her bottom, he pried apart her two cheeks, revealing her dark back hole. Beneath it, her womanhood was already slick with excitement, a trickle of it running down the inside of her thigh.
Guro and Treg craned their necks to peer over the fire. “What is that?” Guro asked.
“She has another hole,” Thanred said, twisting the tip of his finger against the opening.
Royla warbled and grabbed onto his leg but stilled herself.
For good measure, Thanred gave her ass a light smack, making her freeze.
The others nodded their approval again.
Thanred’s chest puffed out in pride at how obedient Royla was being. This was more becoming of a Dranark’s mate. He slipped a finger between the moist folds of her pussy, rewarding her good behavior.
Royla moaned and shuddered on his lap. Her back arched as he slid the finger lower, finding her delicate spot.
His finger pressed against her taut bud, he spun a slow circle around it, making her moan again. Her legs opened wider, causing the petals of her sex to split open.
“She is trained well, Thanred,” Guro said, giving another approving nod. He glanced at the others. “I thought humans were supposed to be wild?” he asked. “This one seems...”
“Tamed,” Thanred whispered, finishing the thought.
Their cocks had all engorged watching him finger his mate.
He circled the spot again.
Royla moaned and dug her fingernails into his leg.
“Take her, Thanred,” Guro said. “Take her. I can see your need. She is hungry for it. Look at how wet her entrance is.”
Thanred plied her folds, dipping his finger into her sex and pulling it out sticky and slick. “She is shamed,” he explained. “There, at the palisade, they only fuck when they are alone.”
His brothers grumbled their confusion. “She is Dranark now,” Treg muttered. “She should be treated as a Dranark mate would. Give her a fucking for us.”
A smile curled Thanred’s lips. He gave Royla’s bottom a soft pat.
“Claim her and breed her!” someone shouted from the back of the group. The others echoed the sentiment.
