Page 60 of Feast

A cross section of her and Slaine together inside the abolith.

Creatures inside of creatures inside of creatures.

Slaine’s pelvis drew back, and once again the tip of his member became aligned with Ika’s hole. Again the tip snagged. Again Ika’s inner walls pulsed and rippled.

“Wait!”

Her hand darted between her legs. She meant to swat Slaine’s pole away. She was too afraid of what was going to happen. Afraid that his girth would damage her.

But instead, her fingers unintentionally kept Slaine’s tip from glancing off of her, and this time when Slaine thrust, his thick ukkur meat penetrated Ika’s wet hole, stretching her out and filling her up. He plunged deep, not stopping until the blunt end of his club knocked against a barrier that Ika hadn’t even known was there inside her until now.

She yelped from shock and a touch of pain.

Gods, Slaine felt so big and hard inside her. Ika had never experienced such a feeling of fullness. She was stretched and stuffed with Slaine’s hot, rigid prong.

But the insertion had not torn her apart as she feared it would. Ika’s hole was more pliant than she realized. The entrance expanded wide to accommodate Slaine’s ample girth, and her soft inner tissues conformed to his shape.

And as Slaine started to move inside, the pain subsided into pure bliss.

The ukkur rocked his hips, plunging into Ika again and again. At first his strokes were slow and uncertain. This experience was as new for him as it was for Ika.

Soon, however, Slaine found his rhythm.

He pumped her with slow but forceful strokes that jolted Ika’s whole body. His arms gripped tighter around her her ribs, steadying her as he thrust into her again and again. His hand seized one of Ika’s mounds, kneading her flesh and pinching her erect nub.

“Slaine,” Ika moaned thickly. “Gods…”

Her language had been reduced to the ukkur’s same single-word utterances, it seemed.

She sent her hand between her legs and splayed her fingers so she could feel him sliding in and out of her. Her hand reached lower, touching the smooth heavy balls that must be where his sap was stored.

Ika wanted that sap.

She wanted Slaine to spill it deep inside her hole.

Her fingers clutched at him, rubbing and massaging his sacs just as his own much bigger hand was squeezing her breast.

Slaine grunted.

Ika squeezed harder. She wanted that sap so badly. In her mind’s eye she pictured the hollow places inside her filling with a flood of that hot, sticky fluid.

Slaine growled at her ear.

Even without words, Ika understood his meaning. She was squeezing his sacs too hard. So, even the brutal ukkur had a tender place. A weakness. A defiant, disobedient fire sparked in Ika’s heart.

She grinned and growled back and squeezed a little harder.

With a savage snarl, Slaine chomped his mouth on the place where Ika’s neck sloped into her shoulder. She could feel his teeth, hard and sharp, especially the long tusks protruding from his lower jaw.

Slaine bit down, and Ika barked in pain.

That bite did not break the skin, but it was enough to let Ika know he was serious.

She relaxed her grip on his balls, and Slaine growled his approval but did not release his bite.

He was pounding into her hard now. His taut pelvis smacked against her soft bottom with each thrust, and other squishy sounds came from the warm tissue surrounding them and protecting them from the outer could.

“Oh gods,” Ika whimpered. “Slaine, it’s coming…”