Page 37 of Feast

“Nothing’s wrong with him!” Muk snapped, feeling suddenly defensive of his friend. But when he saw the way Ika flinched, he lowered his voice again. “Thusar and Gunnar found him. He had escaped from the nith farms all by himself. That’s a rare feat. In the course of his escape, he must have sustained some pretty hard trauma to his head. He does not speak, but he’s loyal, and a brave fighter.”

Ika glanced at Slaine again and shivered.

Her spoon was halfway between bowl and mouth, and her little spasm caused a glob of honeyed porridge to drop onto her chest, right in the cleft of her two chest mounds.

Instinctively, Muk reached forward and swiped the porridge with his finger. Ika gasped, but did not flinch away.

With his eyes locked on Ika’s, Muk raised that finger to her mouth and pressed it against her lips.

After a moment’s hesitation, those lips parted for him.

Muk slipped his finger inside.

His heart was hammering now. His stick was so hard between his legs that he couldn’t take the pain any longer, and he was forced to free it from his belt, letting it jut through the strips of his kilt.

He pushed his finger deeper, remember how Gunnar had done the same with the hole on Ika’s other end.

Ika sucked away the porridge and honey. Her tongue swirled, wet and warm around his tip, and she moaned lightly through her nose.

Muk finally drew his finger back, and her lips made a little smacking sound.

Muk’s cock pulsed, dribbling more sticking fluid down his shaft.

A fire was burning inside him now. Two fires, actually. One behind his sternum, and another inside his balls. He didn’t know what exactly he was supposed to do, so he simply followed his impulses.

He gathered Ika’s long hair and set it behind her shoulders, one side and then the other, exposing her naked mounds.

“Stop it,” she said breathlessly, but made no move to resist him.

Muk took the spoon from her hand. He scooped it into the porridge bowl, lifted an heaping spoonful, and deliberately dropped it on her her left mound. The porridge and honey and jam dripped and curved around the erect, pink tip.

“What are you doing?” Ika hissed.

Muk swiped at the spilled porridge, enjoying the springy feeling of her nub as his finger grazed over it.

Again, he lifted his finger to Ika’s mouth. Her face was redder than Muk had yet seen it.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Fine.”

He popped his finger in his own mouth and sucked it clean. Then he threw himself on her, licking away the remainder that was dripping down her chest.

“Muk!”

Ika yelped and tried to pull away, but he held her, sucking and lapping at her plump mound of flesh. He sucked her nipple hard, and it became even firmer between his lips.

“What’s going on over there?” Thusar growled from behind.

Muk drew himself off Ika’s nub with a wet pop of his lips.

“Whatever you’re doing over there, kid, you’d better stop it.”

The young ukkur had a decision to make. He could obey his pack leader and stop now. That would be the wise thing to do. Clear Ika’s platter. Take all the cooking implements down to the river to wash them before nightfall. While he was at it, he could take care of the ache in his balls by draining his white sap.

But Muk’s instincts were overriding his good sense. He needed to keep going. Needed to explore this marvelous creature who sat naked and blushing before him.

He needed to taste her body. Every fucking inch of her.