Asshole, I thought as I gripped a handful of mud and tossed it at his face, satisfied when a giant glop landed on his forehead and slid down, smearing across his face, then down his furry white chest.
He stared at me in open mouthed surprise, then glowered, eyes narrowing to slits as I readied another mud bomb.
"Meanie!" he barked at me.
"Kirch!" I yelled right back.
"Bad Meanie!"
"Don't you chastise me! You... you... stupid... stubborn... BABOON!" I spluttered, shrieking at him in rage.
I threw another mud clump at him and he tried to dodge it, but I still got him.
He glared at me as I giggled a little at the look on his face and the mud caked all over him.
"Not so funny now, is it, asshole!" I crowed as I let another clump of mud fly, hitting him in the neck and chest this time.
I got up and grabbed my clothes, darting straight for my cottage as he bellowed behind me, then 'oomph'-ed as he slipped in the mud.
Hah!
His angry bellows followed me as I ran butt naked home through the woods, my clothes tightly gripped in my hands.
I ran passed a gaping Bia, not breaking stride as I rushed towards the front door.
"Take a picture, it lasts longer!" I shouted at him as I ran by.
Veck looked up at me questioningly as I ran inside and slammed the door shut, bracing my body against it, dropping my clothes somewhere in the rush.
"Now, would be as good a time as any to show me how to bolt the door!" I said frantically.
Veck raised a brow at me, but got up and bolted the door for me anyways.
Kirch's angry bellowing reached the door and I jumped when he started pounding his fist on it, trying to get in.
I ran behind Veck and gripped his back.
"Don't let him get me!" I squeaked as the door came flying off of its hinges, Kirch storming in, covered in mud.
"Meanie!" he bellowed, "Come! Now!"
I peeked out from behind Veck to see all the veins sticking out in Kirch's neck, his whole body tensed up and angry.
He looks so... pink... when he's mad, I thought as I took him in.
His eyes were glowing, deep yellow and his teeth were pulled back in a snarl. Mud caked him from stem to sternum and his mane of white blonde hair was wild and untamed, fanning out around him in a crazed tangle.
Ooooh he's sooo mad.
Veck growled warningly when Kirch stepped forward to reach for me.
Kirch pulled back and balled his fists up at his sides as he glared at Veck.
"Meanie, come," Kirch said sounding a little bit calmer now.
I didn't buy it for a minute.
"No," I said boldly from the safety of Veck's back.
Veck said something to Kirch in their language and Kirch responded. It turned into some kind of heated argument, Kirch storming off angrily in the end.
Bia walked in, taking in the door and me cowering behind Veck.
So much for me not being intimidated by Kirch anymore, eh. Just call me 'chicken Mina'.
"Do I even want to know?" Bia asked curiously, winking at me when he caught me looking at him.
"No," Veck and I both said at the same time.
Chapter 13
It was really early in the morning when the bed creaked as Veck got up. I rolled over, giving him my back as I drifted off to sleep again.
A little while later, Veck crawled back in, pulling me snugly against him as I sighed happily.
"I love you," I whispered against his arm, rubbing him caressingly as he started to purr deeply against my back, answering me back without words.
I smiled, content, letting the soothing rumble send me back to sleep.
****
I gasped as I woke up and felt a hot hard brand sliding between my thighs, brushing my nether lips, teasing me as it ran through my folds, rubbing against my clit as my body's natural lubricant ran along his shaft, slicking him up.
A hand was kneading my breast, strumming my nipple in time to him rocking himself against me.
I let my hand slide down to cup his testicles as he pumped himself against my sex.
My fingers slid a little lower, trailing in a feather light touch against the patch of skin just underneath his sac.
He grunted and tensed up, moaning loudly when he climaxed, his seed splashing my chest and stomach as he found his release.
"Meanie," purred the wrong voice against my neck.
I tensed up, freezing when Kirch brought his other hand around and smeared his cum all over my stomach and breasts.
"Kirch?" I squeaked out surprised.
"Mmmm," he mumbled as he painted me with his seed.
I popped out of my shocked stupor and grabbed his hands to still his 'au natural foray into finger painting Mina'.
"Stop that," I snapped, grabbing his hands harder when he ignored my death grip and continued to rub it in.
He purred.
"Kirch! Ugh! That's kind of gross!" I said indignantly, "It's your... and I... grrr... You're going to make me all sticky now... and just ewww!"
"Kirch mark Meanie. Meanie Kirch's mate," he said simply, like that would explain it all.
Oh, yeah, I totally understand now! Not! Thanks for the explanation!
"Veck doesn't paint me with his semen!" I grumped, trying to shove him off.
"Kirch not Veck," Kirch growled angrily, releasing me.
I popped up.
"Obviously," I said haughtily, slipping out of bed, putting my hands on my hips as I glared at him.
Where the fuck is a towel?
I looked around really quick.
Kirch growled at me, menace lacing his tone as he got on his hands and knees on the bed, catching my undivided attention, glaring right back.
"Come, mate," he demanded, pointing at the bed, his erection standing up and straight out from between his generously muscled thighs.
Speaking of generous… I tried not to stare at his larger than life, angry red, despite his recent release, turgid cock.
“Come! Now!”
"You come here," I clipped, pointing at the spot next to me.
He got up and started towards me, his hackles raised as he stalked forward, his large frame tensed up and determined, exuding that beast man machismo that makes me cream.
He sniffed the air, inhaling deeply.
A deep, predatory growl came tumbling out of him, long and low, strumming along all of my nerve endings.
Bearing his teeth at me, he snarled something in his own language.
Oh, fuck me...
"You know what, you stay right there," I yelped nervously, dodging him when he would have snatched me up.
I ran around the room, ducking and dodging him with the help of the furniture and a couple of well-aimed dishes.
Kirch finally caught me when I tripped on my own clothes from yesterday and flew forward.
I thumped on the floor, trying to scramble up as soon as I fell.
"Meanie," Kirch growled out warningly as he placed his much larger frame over mine.
One arm snuck around my hips and the other pushed my head down, pinning me in place as he adjusted himself over me.
I squirmed uselessly.
I felt the head of his erection as he placed it at the entrance to my sopping pussy and pushed, trying to cram his thickened shaft into my tight, unprepared sheath.
A breathless gasp escaped me as he tried to force his way in, his shaft being thicker than Veck's the way it is, I wasn't quite ready for his invasion.
"Wait," I groaned as he managed to get the head all the way in, "You're too big and I'm not ready."
"Meanie Kirch's," he snarled as he froze over me.
Kirch started to pull out and I relaxed in relief.
"Mine," he snarled suddenly as he pushed the hair off of my neck and latched on, his teeth digging in to my shoulder as he rammed himself back into my cunt, burying himself to the hilt.
I screamed in shock as he stuffed
me to the brim, the pain of his abrupt entry quickly easing as he started pounded into me frantically, replacing the pain with pleasure as he roughly took me.
"Kirch!" I sobbed openly.
His teeth were still deep in my shoulder, but the pain was overshadowed by the hard rhythm he'd adopted, the fire he'd ignited inside of me bursting, sending me over, my body trembling in the aftermath as I quivered and trembled around his cock, my flesh grasping at him desperately as I took him with me.
His immediate purr of satisfaction as he continued to pump into me, elicited a small, self-satisfied grin from me.
I slumped down, enjoying the cold of the stone floor on my heated skin.
Kirch pulled back, massaging the cheeks of my bottom with one hand as he explored the rest of me thoroughly with the other.
He was still rock hard inside of me when I tried to get up.
"Stay."
He held me down, looming over me, the fur of his chest tickling my back.
"Kirch not done with Meanie." He chuckled, thrusting into me so I'd get the picture.
I whimpered in both trepidation and renewed remnants of pleasure, my clit still sensitive from my orgasm of a few moments ago as he gripped my hips and started up all over again.
"Meanie Kirch's," he purred as he thrust up again, pulling my hips down and over him as he ground his pelvis with mine.
I clawed at the floor and pushed myself back against him, panting loudly as his engorged shaft hit my sweet spot.
"Meanie say it," Kirch demanded, swiveling his hips, his cock head rubbing up just right inside of me, brushing a particular spot that had me mewling and crying out loud.
I didn't respond, but instead of stopping like I was getting worried he would, he pushed me over, his thumb and forefinger reaching around, pinching my clit to set me off.
He stopped his maddening pace long enough to let my body settle down, then picked up right where he'd left off.
"Meanie say it," he growled at me.
"No," I said stubbornly, moaning as he kept stride and plucked at my nipples.
"Meanie say it for Kirch," he purred, voice was full of cocky self-assuredness.
"Wanna bet?" I asked breathlessly, smirking at him over my shoulder.
****
"No. No more," I groaned as my poor over used pussy throbbed to life again.
"Mmmm," he purred as he slapped my ass hard, "Say it, Meanie."
I yelped and jumped as his hand landed, marking the meaty flesh.
"I hate you." I scowled at him over my shoulder.
He just smiled and slapped me again, this time a little harder.
"Hey! Knock that shit off!"
"Meanie likes," he purred as he chuckled at me.
I stifled the moan I wanted to let out as his hand ran soothingly over my sore bottom.
This is the newest in Kirch's bag of tricks and I'm about ready to admit defeat.
Who would have thought I'd actually met my match... someone who was capable of out stubborn-ing me...
He slapped me again and I mentally slapped myself for the gooseflesh that broke out all over my skin and the excited gasp I let loose.
Kirch ran his fingers over my swollen clit, feathering a finger over it teasingly, running it through our combined juices as he teased me.
"Okay," I panted, "I'll say it!"
I can't take much more of this! I thought desperately.
He's killing me!
He stopped and waited.
I cleared my throat and tried to make the words come out, tried to say it, but the jackass in me kept them held back.
Kirch grunted and pulled out of me, flipping me over onto my back so we were facing each other.
He gripped my hips and entered me, tossing my legs over his shoulders as he flattened his body against mine, pushing my legs up by my head.
"Say it," he choked out, his eyes closing briefly in bliss as he ground himself into me.
My mouth opened on a silent moan.
"Say it, Meanie," he whispered quietly, then buried his face in my neck, lapping at the teeth marks he'd left there earlier as he nuzzled me, pumping into me in short, harsh thrusts.
I gripped his shoulders tight, heedless of my nails digging into his skin.
"Please," he whispered in my ear, hurt laced throughout his voice.
I ran my hands over his thick mane of hair, that I'd only ever seen on him, and gripped it, pulling his head back.
"I'm not yours," I stated fiercely, surprising him.
Stunned, his eyes dulled and his face fell.
He looked crushed.
I pulled his head down to mine and snarled in his face, "You're mine!"
I crushed his lips to mine, biting at his lower lip, nipping it hard, almost drawing blood, running my tongue over it to soothe the sting.
"Meanie," Kirch growled eagerly, his tongue slipping into my mouth, tangling with mine in a wicked kiss as we both tried to lead each other in the dance.
I tugged on his hair again and he groaned, running his hands over me frantically as he started to tremble, letting me know he was getting close again, his actions telling me just how much he enjoys my bossy attitude, even if he insists otherwise.
My hands traveled down his back, gripping his ass, egging him on.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" I panted tauntingly, "Can't keep up?"
He gripped my hips and lifted me up, putting us into a sitting position on the floor, shouting out when I gripped his nipples and thrust myself down onto his shaft, clenching around him tightly, our shouts of completion echoing off the walls as we both flew over the edge together.
Chapter 14
"Think they're alive?" Bia chuckled to Veck.
"Go away," I muttered, not even bothering to open my eyes, pulling Kirch's and Veck's furs over my head.
Veck chuckled, pulling the furs back, running his hand down my cheek lovingly.
"Meanie and Kirch happy now?" Veck asked amused.
"Define ‘happy’, husband?" I asked as Kirch said, "Yes," at the same time.
"Quiet you," I grumbled at Kirch.
He just sighed happily and snuggled closer to me, his legs and arms wrapped tightly around me as he hugged me to him possessively and went back to sleep.
I peeked one eye open to see what the two culprits responsible for interrupting my nap wanted.
I glared at Veck.
"You set me up," I grumbled at him.
He gave me a wide eyed, innocent expression and pointed to himself.
"Yes, you. You ditched me and left me with him. What were you thinking?
He chuckled, grinning at me.
"Veck left and Kirch watch Meanie." He eyed me up and down. "Meanie looks safe."
I snorted disgustedly, fighting a yawn.
I gave up fighting it when it proved to be too much for me at the moment, yawned and waved them away.
"Whatever. Go away. I'm broken."
"Broken?" Bia laughed, grinning at me.
"Yes, Broken." I pulled the furs back over my head.
It was Bia who pulled them off this time.
"Broken how?" he asked smirking.
"It's all his fault," I said on a sigh, hooking a thumb over my shoulder at Kirch.
Veck smiled and leaned down to kiss me, but Kirch growled at him warningly and grumbled something to Veck in their language.
Veck snorted and retorted something back, kissing me anyways.
"You were saying," Bia reminded me.
"Kirch slimed me, then broke my vagina.”
Bia burst out laughing and Veck looked at me horrified.
"Slimed and broke your..." Veck trailed off, eyeing the 'v' of my legs.
Kirch's hand snuck around and cupped my sex.
He mumbled something to Bia and Veck that set Bia off into a fresh round of laughter.
Veck just smiled and shook his head.
"What did you just say?" I asked Kirch accusingly.
He just purred against my b
ack and nuzzled me.
"Veck?" I felt myself pursing my lips in irritation.
He just shrugged and chuckled.
"Bia?" I asked starting to get upset at them for not sharing.
I'm feeling totally left out now and I'm not fond of the idea of being the butt of one of their jokes.
"You're hurting my feelings," I pouted.
Bia stopped laughing and admitted sheepishly, "He said he didn't break you, he fixed you."
"Oh! Kirch! You stupid baboon! You are such a jerk!" I ranted, ignoring Bia and Veck as they both started laughing.
Kirch grunted and chuckled in my ear, "But Kirch is Meanie's stupid baboon."
"You'll be a very lonely, very horny, stupid baboon if you don't watch it, mister!"
****
"Bia?"
"Yes, Mina, my sweet?"
"Could you please inform Kirch that I'm trying to eat here and that his incessant nattering is getting on my nerves?"
"Veck thinks Kirch hears Meanie," Veck added helpfully, grinning at Kirch as Kirch tried to get my attention.
After a few more choice comments from Kirch throughout the week, I'd decide to give him the silent treatment.
It didn't bother him at first, not until he realized he wouldn't be getting anymore cuddles or play time with me when I'm mad at him.
That sure fixed his wagon! Hmph!!!
We were all gathered at the bonfire, me snuggled up comfortably in Veck's lap.
Bia had just gotten back from his turn on the hunting trips they took for meat.
He'd been gone all week and I'd missed him.
We haven't had a moment with each other since the day by the lake when we'd held hands.
I could tell he was getting antsy.
"Meanie," Kirch said irritably, bringing me back to the present, "Kirch not bad to Meanie."
There was a commotion off to the side and I froze when I saw Tarnk walking up with Candy.
Candy, I thought acidly and tensed, glancing worriedly at Kirch as he caught on that something was up and looked to see what was going on too.
He frowned when he saw Candy approaching.
"Willy!" she cried excitedly in her high pitched squeak and ran over to me.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I practically growled at her, jumping up to stand in front of my men, trying to block Kirch from her view.
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