Page 72 of Feast

This was where he belonged. His rightful place. Hilt deep in Ika’s quivering wetness.

Thusar’s cock had found its home.

He drew back slowly, enjoying the silky slip of her channel around him. He drew back until only his throbbing crown remained inside her rim. Then he plunged into her again, eliciting another beautiful cry from Ika’s mouth.

Thusar growled and crushed his lips against hers. It was a hungry, devouring kiss. Ika opened for him and moaned, sucking on his tongue while down below her other slippery lips sucked his aching cock.

Gods, she felt good. Her tiny, soft body offered pleasures the likes of which Thusar had never known or imagined.

Old Rolf had not been lying. Ika truly was a gift from the gods. But now she belonged to him, to Thusar. He owned her with his mouth and with his cock. He would share her. He would grant his pack brothers access to the wet pleasure of her hole. But first and foremost, she was his.

His pet. His plaything.

His Ika.

Thusar’s humping picked up speed. He pounded into her hard and fast. Ika raised her pelvis to meet his thrusts, and the cavern filled with the sound of skin slapping wet skin. Ika’s thighs and crotch were slathered with her secretions, and each time Thusar pulled back, strings of viscous fluid stretched between their bodies.

“Oh gods,” she moaned. “Thusar, you’re so hard inside me.”

Ika’s little hand darted between her legs, touching her erect nub and stroking it furiously as he pounded into her. Her body shuddered beneath him. Her skin was sheened with sweat in the light of the fire. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she gasped and panted.

She was the most beautiful creature Thusar had ever seen.

He drew himself back one more time—all the way back so that his entire throbbing length slipped out of her. Ika’s hole gaped between her open thighs. A wide, dark circle rimmed with pink and drooling like a hungry mouth. Ika whined at her deprivation.

Thusar did not deprive her for long.

He slammed into her one last time with a hard thrust that jolted Ika’s body and ripped a sob of pleasure from her throat. Her muscles convulsed and her channel squeezed around him like a small, wet fist.

She was climaxing, and Thusar was not far behind.

He had hoped to hold out longer. He would pound her all night if he could. But Thusar’s balls were aching so badly now it seemed they might explode if he denied his own release a moment longer.

With a roar, Thusar let go. His cock pulsed, and he flooded her depths with an overabundance of hot sap. It overflowed from Ika’s hole and trickled down Thusar’s balls and Ika’s butt in thick white globs that stained the fur beneath them.

“Ika,” he panted when the last drop of fluid had been wrung from his aching sacs. “Ika…”

She seemed half-conscious, gazing up at him with hooded eyes, her hair spread out around her head like a dark aura.

Thusar dipped his face to hers and drank deeply from her trembling, pink lips.

Finally, he broke the kiss and turned to the other ukkur who were looking on in the firelight.

He felt a scorch of aggression behind his sternum. Part of him felt jealous and possessive of his little mewling prize. He wanted to keep her all for himself. He did not wish to share her body with anyone, not even his brothers.

But as the pack leader, Thusar had to be fair and just.

He had to share.

“Gunnar,” Thusar growled. “It is your turn, old friend. Have at her.”

***

After he had dismounted, Thusar crouched by the warmth of the fire and watched intently as Gunnar ravaged Ika. The cavern rang with her cries and the wet sounds of suction and slapping skin.

She would be tired in the morning, Thusar mused. He intended to have her at least one more time tonight, and he knew his pack brothers would want the same. He and the other ukkur could nap between rounds, but Ika would have no such luxury.

That was fine. Tomorrow he would carry her limp body over his shoulder if he had to.