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They stretched out around her and pulled off bits of cooked meat to eat as they stroked her body with their unoccupied hands. Kyx had acquired oil from his mother that she had made from animal fat, and all three of Arie’s mates rubbed it lovingly into her body. Their own fur became slick with it in places where they rubbed their bodies against hers, which always happened because a good rubbing often led to rigorous bouts of mating.
Arie reached forward and stroked Warol’s ear between her fingers, making his eyes slide half-mast with pleasure.
“You guys are doing too much. I wish there was something I had to give you. Humans exchange gifts. It feels awkward that you make your Withering Days all about me.”
Warol snickered. “You think this is all about you? Trust me, rya, when I say we are getting just as much pleasure out of this. Probably more,” he said as he bent down and licked a scrap of meat off her belly. Arie shivered.
Kyx leaned forward and nuzzled her, pressing his mouth against her jaw in a proximity of a kiss. She turned her head and kissed him back, her lips curving into a smile against his as he rumbled with happiness. Thanks to Kyx, who’d gone out two days ago and hunted through every oak in the territory, they now had mistletoe not only all throughout the cave, but he had also woven a crown of it for her to wear.
The crown sat lopsided on her head and was a bit scratchy, but she didn’t mind so long as she only wore it for short intervals during the day. It lent the ‘queen of the day’ feeling she was currently enjoying. She moaned as she felt a tongue caress her thigh, leaving a tingle in its wake. It had been a pleasant surprise to find out post-mating that their saliva not only had healing properties but also left a fizzy tingle on her skin. It made for high levels of pleasure on her part whenever one of them tongued the intimate flesh between her thighs. Even licking her sensitive inner thigh nearly catapulted her into ecstasy.
“I can’t wait until we have you with us in our den where we should have properly been spending our Withering Days,” Rager said with a growl against her ear, making her shiver in anticipation of promised pleasure to come. Her other mates rumbled their agreement, their hands stroking with far more fervor than minutes earlier. A claw playfully brushed her nipple, making her arch her back in surprise. She saw Warol smirking at her seconds before he followed that touch with a rapid flick of his tongue over the tip of her nipple. She bit her lip, cutting off her moan, as she turned her attention back to Rager, focusing on the conversation at hand.
“Why… why is that?” she panted.
“It’s your place with us. The den was constructed in the hope of you before we ever met you,” he said, his eyes holding her own so that she found herself longing for the place she’d never even seen.
“Is it nice?”
“It’s a very fine den,” Warol announced with pride. “We tunneled for three revolutions into the nicest hill in our territory. We filled in areas that were drafty, created storage spaces, and smoothed walls. We cut a vent through the roof and built a large hearth to keep our family warm in the antechamber, as well as burrowing into rock to form six additional rooms to give us plenty of space. We then filled it with the softest pelts, and Rager wove some fine floor mats for extra comfort.”
“That sounds really lovely. So, when are we going?” She wanted more than anything to be settled with her mates in their new home. She felt a twinge of guilt at how quickly she’d abandoned any interest in seeking her grandmother out, but she knew even trying to visit wouldn’t be safe. Especially not for her mates. She wouldn’t put them in any danger if it was in her power to avoid it.
Rager chuckled at her eagerness.
“Not for a while yet, rya. It is too cold for you to travel any great distance yet. Once the thaw comes and the days are warmer, we will begin to head toward our territory deep in the great expanses of the eastern forests. The trees there are larger and further apart, more pleasant to walk among, unlike the bramble that grows everywhere here. You will like it.”
“We also have a great many flowers that grow all throughout the year,” Kyx chimed in. “Rager built a lattice like one his mother had where roses grow plentiful. He pulled his mother’s plants up from around her den and planted them around ours several revolutions ago. I think you will especially enjoy seeing the first early flowers of spring covering our den.”
“Though we enjoy the plentiful wild berries that grow in our territory and some roots, Ragoru don’t plant and garden for food like humans, but we do enjoy pretty things around our homes,” Rager said, his ears cocked crookedly with embarrassment.
“Yeah, your high protein diet didn’t escape my attention,” she said with a laugh. “But I will need a garden to grow nutritious foods to supplement the meat-love around here.”
Rager twined the fingers of one hand through hers. “You will have everything you need, Arie.”
She smiled and brought his hand up to her lips and pressed a kiss against it. “I will have to make certain that you also have everything you need. In fact, I think I’ve thought of one gift of the Withering Days festivities for you.”
She slid down his belly and wrapped her hand around his primary cock, stroking it a few times before sucking it into her mouth. Rager froze for several beats before releasing a wild snarl of pleasure.
Kyx loped around the outskirts of his parents’ territory, already missing the warmth of the den and their mate’s touch though he’d barely been parted from her for more than an hour or two since the last round of mating. But he’d voluntarily left to hunt for more meat, taking to the farther edges of his parents’ territory before drawing deeper inward. Even though the little cave he was currently sharing with his family sat on the western edge, scouting farther both provided more food and soothed his paranoia. Kyx always considered Rager the biggest worrier in their triad, but ever since Arie had officially joined their family, he was in a constant state of anxiety—especially after Warol’s attack.
There was only one thing that was going to make him feel secure, and that was getting all of them far away from the human Citadel and merchant trails, and back to their den. The forests that had always felt like home to him no longer felt safe. And, although his fathers were in top form to defend their territory, he worried for them as well.
How long would it be until a brutish young triad or a huntsman came through?
That was part of the purpose of his route. Now that the Withering Days were finally over, he wanted to visit his parents and suggest they accompany them back to their den. There was plenty of room while they helped to get another den ready nearby. With Malu and Shiri half-grown, and no more rogs expected in the future, they wouldn’t require anything large. His parents would just need something comfortable, with enough room for his youngest siblings and his mother’s numerous projects.
A cool wind caressed his face as he ran, and Kyx allowed himself the moment to enjoy it. Higher in the mountains he knew it would still be icy cold, but this breeze scented of spring’s return, whispering that it would come soon. All they were waiting for was for the snow to clear just enough to make traveling comfortable for Arie, and for his mother, should she decide to come. The sooner they could leave, the better.
His ears pricked as he neared the den and spotted his father Korash lying in front of it, sunning himself as the wind ruffling his black fur. A white-tipped ear cocked toward him, letting him know that the male was fully aware of his presence, but unconcerned. It had been the first sunny day in over a week, and he could see his father fully intended to enjoy every second of it.
Korash opened one gold peripheral eye and grunted in greeting, the corner of his mouth tilting.
“I wasn’t sure if you were still sequestered with your mate or not. Nice to see that you survived your first Withering Days,” he said with a chuckle.
“I trust you had a good observance?”
“Ah, yes. Your mother was voracious as always. You know?—”
