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His loincloth started to lift.
In a blink, the massive brute was moving again, charging sideways on his knuckles just like the aggressive silverback gorillas Serenity had seen in the Chicago Zoo as a girl.
Now the ukkur was out of sight, hidden from Serenity’s view by her own upraised legs.
She gulped.
Because of the way the netting was cradling her body, her legs were bent upward, exposing her butt and her naked sex, which was pressed between one of the diamond-shaped spaces between the hemp ropes.
The ukkur could seeeverything.
The beast man whuffed, and his hot breath ghosted over Serenity’s exposed vulva. Her wet lips tingled, and she whimpered. The creature’s face must be mere inches away from her most private and sensitive places.
Serenity squirmed and shook the net, but it was useless. The ukkur’s huge hands gripped her hips, holding her steady.
The brute’s face pressed between her legs. His beard was coarse again Serenity’s soft, sensitive skin.
He drew a deep, deep inhale of scent…
…growled with animal satisfaction…
Then he jammed his face hard against Serenity’s crotch, snorting and grunting as he lapped her pussy with his rough and savage tongue. Serenity squealed and struggled in her net while more unbidden wetness spilled from her tender hole, driving the ukkur deeper and deeper in to his wild frenzy of lust.
CHAPTER 23: GRODD
Human.
Grodd had never tasted anything so delicious in his entire life.
He knew it was a human because it matched the scent on the tattered grelk skins he and Jagga had found back in the gorge last night.
That smell had lit a fire Grodd’s loins. It had stiffened his cock with an aching need that he could only dimly understand. He had feared that they would never find the creature that had produced that scent.
But now here it was, dangling in Grodd’s net trap.
Actually, the trap was not Grodd’s. Jagga had made it. Jagga was the clever one. He was always coming up with all kinds of traps and other inventions. Sometimes at night, he would gaze into the fire with a distant expression on his youthful face, and Grodd knew that his friend was coming up with some new idea in his head.
Grodd wasn’t like that. He wasn’t clever. He couldn’t reason his way through a problem. Grodd only acted on impulse.
Like right now, for example.
This little human tasted incredible, and he couldn’t bring himself to stop licking her. He jammed his face roughly between her legs, slurping and lapping the succulent juices flowing from between her strange pink petals of skin.
Grodd lost himself in that tangy, fleshy flavor.
He was oblivious to everything else around him. He did not hear the sound of the river rushing nearby. He paid no heed to the sound of Jagga’s voice calling in the distance. He barely even noticed the strange squawking sounds coming from the other end of the delicious little human.
At last, Grodd needed to catch his breath. He drew back, gasping, and wiped his beard. The human was gasping too.
Grodd studied the human for a moment. Its strange un-ukkur anatomy bulged between the spaces in the net. Wet pink lips quivering invitingly.
The ukkur dove back in for more.
He licked the human roughly, swiping his hungry tongue up and down its splayed cleft, separating its dripping folds.
His piss stick was aching hard. Grodd dropped one hand and instinctively began stroking himself.
The human squealed and wriggled in the net. It had more mobility now that Grodd was only holding on with one hand, but that was okay. The net was very strong. Grodd had twisted the ropes himself—following Jagga’s instruction, of course.
