Page 16 of Feast

Suddenly, the ukkur spat into his right hand, gripped his meaty shaft, and began working his fist up and down its hard length with the warm saliva as lubrication.

Ika’s blood heated a couple of degrees.

Her nipples pebbled beneath her fur cloak, and between her legs, moisture leaked from her cleft.

Shit. Not now…

Ika thought that she was bleeding again. But it was too early in the month for that. And when she reached down to check herself, she could tell right away that it was not that strange, thick blood that came from her hole, but a different slippery secretion.

That happened sometimes too, though Ika did not understand why. It was rather like when her mouth would water when she smelled delicious meat cooking over the fire.

But what could the little mouth between her legs want to eat?

Her eyes went back to the ukkur and the long, hard member that was being stroked in the moonlight.

Gods, whatever that ukkur was doing, he was really getting into it now. He was tugging at his huge stick with increasing fervor. Low, brutal grunts were rolling from deep in his throat. His brow was furrowed with tension, as if he were concentrating very hard.

What ever could he be thinking about?

In the darkness of her hiding spot, Ika realized that she was touching herself too. She had set down her spear, and her hands seemed to have taken on a life of their own, moving unconsciously and instinctively to the most sensitive parts of her body.

Her left hand kneaded one of her chest lumps through her fur clothing. She withdrew that arm inside her cloak to touch herself skin on skin, and nearly yelped with shock at the coldness of her fingers when they touched her hard, hot nipple.

Luckily, Ika remembered where she was and bit her lip to stifle her cry.

Her left hand was not the only one touching herself now.

Ika’s right hand had slipped beneath the ragged edge of her cloak and was now rubbing at that shameful place between her legs. The place that made her different. Even more wetness was spilling out of her now. If she wasn’t careful, the furs would be stained with it and with her strong scent.

Her fingertip brushed the taut nubbin at the top of her slit. That little nerve bundle was hypersensitive now, and a jolt of raw pleasure shot into her core.

Once again, Ika felt an urge to cry out. She was forced to bite her lip hard to stifle the sounds welling in her throat.

If this ukkur was alerted to her presence, Ika would be in trouble. This brute would obviously be none too pleased about her spying, and there was no telling how he would retaliate.

Ika could only imagine his response would be violent, and it would probably involve that hard, heavy rod of flesh too.

Gods, that thing was so big. Ika could easily picture him wielding it like a weapon.

The thought of that stiff pole battering her gasping face and smacking her naked behind sent a warm, ticklish feeling snaking through Ika’s veins.

She had to keep herself under control.

The ukkur was grunting harder now. He was jerking himself furiously, and friction of his fist sliding along his shaft made a slick sound with each pump.

shlck-shlck-shlck…

That sound made Ika even hotter. She began rubbing herself in time to the ukkur’s jacking fist. Her little nubbin was hard and warm as a pebble under her fingertips. Her nub was kind of like a tiny piss stick, Ika thought, only much, much smaller than the monstrosity this ukkur was packing.

As she rubbed and rubbed, Ika felt a strange feeling welling inside her core.

She had touched herself like this before, but she had always stopped right before that expanding feeling burst and overwhelmed her. Now, however, watching that huge ukkur tugging his hard meat, Ika feared she would not be able to hold back.

And the ukkur was clearly experiencing some funny feelings of his own.

His muscles were growing tight, as if the rigidity in his stick was spreading to the rest of his body like an affliction. Below his kilt of pelts, his muscled thighs were trembling with tension. His voice was twisted in agony. Despite the winter chill in the air, beads of sweat were breaking out along his forehead and neck.

Ika watched and rubbed and chewed her lip so hard she nearly broke the skin.