Herfingers burrowed beneath his chin, lifting his head up towards hers.He did notfeel ready to face her.Just when Isaac was about to apologize, just when hethought he needed to explain his failures, she kissed him.
Hefroze in surprise as her tongue moved past his lips, slithering passed histeeth, coiling around his own muscle, seeking and batting.On completeinstinct, he closed his eyes, pressing his lips against her muzzle, pushing histongue back against hers.They flexed together, curling and probing, wrappingand sliding.He could feel the slight barbs on her tongue, the ones that wereused to strip meat from bone, and he was very aware that she was only flickinghim with their points, trying her best not to hurt him.In the end, theexperience was awkward, their anatomies clearly mismatched, but there was atenderness to it all, and that seemed to matter the most.
Justwhen he was starting to run out of air, she pulled back, still holding hischin.Her brown eyes opened slowly, meeting his own with a smoldering gaze.They looked at each other, silent.
Shemust’ve felt how violently his heart was pounding.
Did sheknow?
Did shefeel him being afraid?
“Thatwas great,” Zaria said, grinning.
Isaacfumbled for a response.
Suddenly,she sat up from the bench, moving so swiftly into an upright position that hewas nearly flung from her chest, like a stone from a catapult.Her handsgripped his ass, keeping him in place.With a grunt, the hyena lifted Isaac bythe rear, flinging him bodily over her shoulder.
“Hey!”
“Quiet,”she said.
“Let mego!”
Zariastood up from the bench, shifting him like a heavy sack of grain.
“I willnot be treated like this!”
Shemoved over to the fire.The world was upside down.As she moved, his head bouncedagainst her back, barely avoiding the scythe of her wagging tail.She bent to aknee, seemingly digging through their packs.By the way her shoulder flexed, hecould only guess that she was smoothing some piece of fabric.
Isaaccast a small flame into his palm, holding it out backwards for her to see.
“I dareyou to,” she replied.
Heended the cast, letting his limbs hang listlessly.In a dying fit of rebellion,he grabbed a handful of her ass.
“Don’tbe cheeky, squire.”
Heslapped her ass.
Withoutwarning, the world flipped, and he landed hard on his back.She had created abed out of their sleeping rolls and blankets, layering the fabrics so deeplythat it was actually somewhat comfortable to lie on.The lichen fire was warmat his side, and the shadows danced across the calm surface of the pool.Hefelt ready to fall asleep at once.
Zariapounced on him.
Theimpact knocked the breath from his chest, and she used the opportunity to pinhim against the pile of bedding, enveloping him in a mountain of fur.Shescoured his face with licks.Wherever she licked, she also rubbed, kneading herfurry cheeks against his skin, grinding her scent deep inside.At times, thecold tip of her nose pressed into his neck.She inhaled greedily, a pleasedgrowl rumbling from her chest.
Isaaclay still, letting her do as she pleased.He imagined a wildebeest being eatenalive on a prairie.
Finally,she stopped, rose above him, let her tongue hang low, and dragged it along hisface, wide and heavy and hot.She was forced to pin him down halfway through.By the end, there was a gash of wet, hot skin running diagonally along hishead.A hundred baths might not have cleansed him of the experience.With hermission complete, she shifted her body down, her head resting against hischest, her arms wrapping around his back, adjusting the angle of his body likeone might fluff a pillow.Slowly, she relaxed against him.With the nearbyfire, and the layers of bedding beneath, he felt surprisingly snug.
Evenstill, Zaria was very heavy.Isaac was able to breathe beneath her, but it wasa trying experience, and he was reluctant to expand his chest while she wasusing it as a pillow.He remembered reading about executions where the victimwas pressed between two heavy boulders of stone, and he began to feelimmeasurable sympathy.
Not forthe first time, Isaac wondered what he’d gotten himself into.
“Are wenot going to clean up?”he asked.
“Nope.”
“Whynot?”
