Her wildly intoxicating, thrilling scent.
Maybe I'll tell her about that.
I take a step forward, and then another. As I do, the front of her hut comes into view. With it comes a deep, primal instinct that sweeps over me. The ravening, urgent need to mark the doorway of her home overwhelms my senses. I need to cover her home with my scent. I need everyone to realize that this is my territory. That she belongs to me. That April is claimed.
I don't know why I feel this way, just that the presence of her doorway bothers me deep in my soul, and that it's only going to stop bothering me if I mark it.
And that April will tear my hide off if I do.
Probably worth it.
I approach the hut as silently as I can. I shouldn't have to sneak up on my mate's home, but I know I'm not welcome. Doesn't stop me. I creep onto the heavy stone platform that the hut has been built upon. Some of the older ones are on creaky wood, but the newer huts have a base made of many large stones mortared together. The hut walls are made of smaller stones, and I run my hand over the mortared bricks lovingly, imagining how my scent is going to mix with hers. April's aroma is thick here, her hands having touched this place dozens or hundreds of times. And now in the future, each time she touches it, she'll smell a little more like me...
A pebble breaks loose from the mortar and plinks down to my feet.
It's far louder than any pebble should be.
But perhaps not as loud as the khui in my chest, which decides to sing even louder in that moment. It's been drowning out my hearing all night, to the point that I'm going to hear its thrumming vibrations in my dreams.
There's a scramble inside and the hide that covers the doorway rips open to show April's face as she snarls out at me. "Are you spying on us? Fuck OFF, Chalath!"
"I'm...not...Chalath," I growl back. Her ferocity is enthralling. She looks like she wants to rip me apart with those sad, square little teeth of hers.
She straightens, her eyes widening. "Oh."
And she keeps staring at me as if she's never seen me before. Her khui sings as loudly as mine, and I look her up and down, appreciating her appearance. She's taller than the other females, and built more strongly, too. She looks like she could crush me between her thighs, and I like the thought of that verymuch. My cock strains harder against my trou, and I can feel myself leaking against my clothing.
Save it, I think to myself. Save it for her doorway?—
A throat clears as we stare at each other. Dawn pushes between us, stepping out of the hut and racing away. "You know what? I think I'm going to go join the party. Let the two of you talk for a bit. Bye!"
I don't bother to look in her direction or to see if she's heading for the feast. I don't care if she falls off a cliff in the next moment. I just want to keep looking at April. Her eyes are fierce as she glares at me, but she looks me up and down, too, and it makes me wonder if she likes what she sees as much as I like what I see when I look at her.
Her scent changes, ever so softly, and I can smell her arousal. If she were praxiian, she'd be able to smell mine, too. She'd realize just how affected I am by this thing between us. April wets her lips, and I nearly come in my trou at the sight of that bit of pink tongue flicking out.
"What the fuck do you want, pussycat?" She sounds breathless and aroused, her voice muffled with the roar of her khui singing to mine. Somewhere in the distance, a song begins with the festivities, and there is cheering and laughter. I don't keffing care. April doesn't move, and I don't, either.
I swallow hard, wondering how much I dare to answer or if I'm going to scare her off. Then again, something about the challenge in her eyes tells me that she's a hard female to scare. I decide to tell her the truth. "I want to mark your door."
"Mark...my door?" Her confusion is evident.
It figures that I'd have to explain. I rub my hand over my turgid cock. "I need to put my scent on it. Here. On your doorstep."
April's brows shoot up. "Is this a praxiian thing?"
Kef if I know. I shrug, figuring that's as good an answer as any.
Her nostrils flare, and then her eyes narrow. "Fuck off."
She flings the flap back down, intending to end the conversation, but I am not done yet. I put my hand out to stop it from closing, and she glares at me.
I am bent over from how much I need this, need her. I can't walk away from her doorstep, or from her. "Tell me what I need to do, female. What will make you agree?"
April huffs, crossing her arms and scowling at me. "You want to jerk off on my door like some nutjob? Go punch your buddy Chalath in the face. He's a dick."
Does she think I will not? I have a purpose now. Rules.
I turn on my heel and walk away.
