Page 89 of Feast

And down below, the tip of his ukkurhood brushed briefly at her rear hole.

Ika released her bite on Thusar’s shoulder and gasped in shock at that unexpected touch at her forbidden channel.

“Did I hurt you?” Muk whispered at her ear.

“No,” Ika breathed over her shoulder. “Do that again.” Then, remembering Thusar’s previous warning about giving commands, she added, “Please.“

Muk growled hungrily behind her. He was more than happy to indulge his Ika’s whims.

His fingers moved between Ika’s open thighs, gathering the thick fluid that was seeping from her penetrated hole. Muk swiped these secretions into the cleft of Ika’s ass, smearing them around her anus and pressing them inside with his finger until her tight hole was well lubricated. Last, he slathered his hard cock with his own saliva before pushing into her.

Even with the mixture of fluid lubricating her backside, it still burned a little at first, and Ika had to bite down hard on Thusar’s shoulder to keep from groaning loudly.

“Do you want me to keep going?” Muk purred.

“Mm-hm,” Ika whined.

She needed this. She needed two hard ukkur cocks inside of her, pumping her and filling her with their hot, sticky spend.

Muk pressed deeper and deeper until his pelvis was squeezed tightly against Ika’s soft behind and his tip was plunged deep into her endless channel. After a few slow, gentle pumps, the pain dissipated into a new kind of bliss. The two ukkur fucked her with an alternating rhythm. Ika wondered if they could feel each other through the walls of her body.

She bit down harder on Thusar’s shoulder and stole a glance over his side to where Rolf still lay sleeping soundly.

What they were doing felt so naughty and dirty. She imagined that she was back in the den again, and she had invited two young ukkur suitors inside so that they could have their way with her while Rolf snoozed. A dirty, naughty fantasy.

She whined against Thusar’s shoulder as her climax rocked her body.

Both of her tight channels, front and back, squeezed around the ukkur meat inside her, coaxing out their abundant loads of gooey sap which flooded her insides with warmth as they growled and purred in her ears.

Ika drifted off to sleep that night feeling very full and very good.

***

But when Ika awoke a few hours later, that good feeling had been replaced by quivering nausea in the pit of her stomach. She tried to eat some of the food that Gunnar brought her for breakfast—eggs and porridge with ksh and wild berries. But no sooner had she swallowed it than it started coming back up, and Ika had to rush off behind a rock formation to throw up. Muk brought her clean water, which she used to rinse her mouth, but she drank little of it.

“Probably just something I ate yesterday,” she told her companions.

But it was clear that was not the case. Her body was changing rapidly. In fact, the changes had already started the previous day. Her breasts had grown noticeably, and she had put on a bit of extra weight around her hips.

Today, however, Ika’s belly was noticeably distended, and it was clearly not just a case of indigestion or her usual monthly bloating.

She reassured her ukkur mates that she was fine, but they were clearly worried about her.

Rolf was the most worried of all. He looked at her growing belly with a tight expression and a furrowed brow. All her life, Rolf had been deeply concerned whenever Ika experienced any kind of sickness. But this time Ika thought she read something else in Rolf’s face. An extra layer of concern that she did not understand.

That day, as they all trekked onward through the cave systems, Ika’s problem only worsened. The size of her belly increased visibly, and soon her back started to ache under the strain. Her mates took turns carrying her in their arms to reduce her exertion.

Toward the end of that day, they encountered Jale again—the ukkur who had approached them on the battlefield. He was accompanied by another bearded ukkur who turned out to be the leader of this army. His name was Krogg.

Both Krogg and Jale seemed unconcerned about Ika’s condition.

“It is not a sickness,” Krogg explained calmly. “She just has a little ukkur in her belly now.”

Thusar and his pack brothers shared a round of confused looks.

“A little ukkur,” Gunnar asked. “What do you mean? How the hell did a little ukkur get inside her belly?”

“You four have put your sticks inside her hole, right?”