by Lizzy Bequin
It was too shameful to even think about.
She needed this to stop before that happened.
“Please,” she begged.
It was Slaine who answered her plea.
With a savage snarl, Slaine lunged forward and pulled Muk off of Ika. The younger ukkur’s face was dripping with wetness, a mixture of his own saliva and Ika’s hot and shameful secretions.
Muk seemed to have devolved into a wild animal. He growled viciously at Slaine for the interruption.
But as ukkur went, Slaine was even bigger and more brutal than Muk. He was perhaps the most physically imposing of the group in terms of size and raw ferocity. With a growl of his own, he shoved Muk aside and the younger ukkur tumbled back onto the stone floor of the cave.
Ika breathed a sigh of relief.
Slaine had saved her. Of all the ukkur in the pack, Ika would never have expected help to come from Slaine.
And his intervention had come not a moment too soon. That feeling of hot, convulsive pleasure had been welling once more in the depths of her core. A few more seconds, and she would have been lost in the throes of another climax.
Ika leaned back against the stone wall to which she was still leashed, panting, gasping, sweating.
But her relief was short lived.
As soon as he had shoved Muk aside, Slaine rounded on Ika. His eyes dipped to her slathered crotch, and he licked his lips while a hungry growl rumbled in his throat.
“Slaine! No! Wait—“
Slaine did not wait. Before Ika had a chance to snap her legs together, he pounced, jamming his face against her parting so he could feast on her even more viciously than Muk had done.
“Oh gods…”
Slaine gripped and pried Ika’s legs apart until the tendons of her inner thighs ached with stretching. She was totally exposed to him now. Totally vulnerable. Slaine’s coarse tongue dragged up and down Ika’s slit, separating her wet folds and brushing against her hole.
Ten hard strokes was all it took to break her.
Her muscles tensed and relaxed rhythmically as waves of bliss rippled through her body. She gasped and sobbed with pleasure. Drool trickled from the corner of her mouth as she climaxed violently.
Ika was done.
But Slaine was not.
His goal was clearly not to give her pleasure. That had been merely incidental. A side effect. All Slaine was really interested in, Ika realized, was selfishly lapping up as much of her hot fluid as he could get.
And he had not yet drunk his fill.
Slaine continued his feasting. He slurped and grunted and snorted between Ika’s open legs, driving her straight through one brutal climax into the next.
And the next.
And the next.
Ika tried to beg. She tried to plead with the savage ukkur to show her mercy. But all that came from her mouth were weak, slurred sounds of desperation and pleasure.
Even if her slack lips had been able to form the words, would it have mattered?
Ika thought not.
Simpleminded Slaine was going to take what he wanted. And right now, the only thing he wanted lay between Ika’s trembling thighs. He wasn’t going to stop until his bestial hunger was sated.
In her pleasure-fuddled state, Ika sensed the presence of two other ukkur closing in on either side of her, bracketing her between their massive bodies. With her eyes crossed and half-closed from climaxing, she had to rely on her nose to tell her it was Muk and Gunnar.
The ukkur grabbed her naked mounds, squeezing and kneading them roughly in their massive hands.
“So soft,” Gunnar rumbled. “So smooth…”
He dipped his face and feasted on Ika’s chest, sucking her hard nipple and strumming it with his tongue while Slaine performed a similar maneuver on the taut nub between her legs. A moment later, Muk followed suit on the other side of her chest.
Ika squirmed and mewled under the triple attention of the hungry ukkur.
Rolf had been right. They did want to eat her alive.
Just not in the way she’d expected.
The thought of Rolf sent a pulse of humiliation and shame rolling through her pleasure-wracked body. What would Rolf think if he saw her like this now? Spread and feasted upon by three grunting ukkur whom she barely knew.
It was so dirty, so wrong.
Ika despised herself for enjoying it.
She despised her treacherous non-ukkur anatomy for the way it was betraying her now. The way her nipples had grown hard as pebbles in Gunnar’s and Muk’s mouths. The way her hole was dripping with the nectar that Slaine so desperately desired.
Gods, even her hands were turning traitor, reaching out toward Gunnar’s and Muk’s pelvises to touch and stroke the hard poles protruding from their fur kilts.
She cupped their blunt, rounded heads and stroked their throbbing shafts.
They were so hard.
So hard and so hot.
Ika’s hole pulsed with an inexplicable desire, spilling a river of arousal onto Slaine’s growling face.
What is wrong with me? I shouldn’t want this, but…
“Ika.”
With some effort, Ika managed to open her eyes. A few more shuddering seconds later, she was able to bring them into focus. Her pulse spiked.
It was Thusar.
He was backlit by the juddering flames of the campfire, his body still in partial silhouette edged with red gold. But even just that silhouette was enough to let Ika know that he had removed his kilt and now stood before her totally naked.
His right hand was at his pelvis, moving with a slow, steady rhythm.
Gradually, Ika’s eyes adjusted and she could make out some details of his shadowed form. The broad armor-like slabs of his chest muscles. The deeply etched contours of his abdominals. And those twin, V-shaped lines slashing downward to the place where his hand was pumping something long and hard and dripping with sticky fluid,
Gods.
It was huge.
Ika had seen that hefty member before. Just last night, in fact, when she had spied on Thusar by the bank of the half-frozen river. That time, she had seen it from afar. Now that monstrous thing was just a few feet away.
And it was getting closer.
While the other ukkur continued their growling feast, Thusar advanced. He moved slowly, like a predator on the prowl. He stepped over Slaine, who was sprawled on the floor, his face buried between Ika’s open legs.
Gunnar and Muk moved back, making way for their pack leader as he straddled Ika’s body. Her nipples tingled as the cave air tickled the wet residue left by the ukkur’s mouths.
Now Thusar’s pole was jutting right in her face.
He towered over her, his eyes glinting amid his shadowed face.
“Is this what you want?” he growled. “Is this what you are hungry for?”
Ika tried to pull back, but Thusar’s free hand caught her hair, holding her in place. His other hand angled his erection downward until the blunt head met Ika’s moistened lower lip.
“Don’t resist, Ika. You want this.”
She tried to say no. She tried to tell Thusar he was wrong. But her tongue still wasn’t working, and that was because Slaine’s tongue was working as hard as ever, digging into her sweltering hole in its quest for more of her slippery arousal.
Thusar’s fist held her tight. He brushed his tip back and forth, smearing his precursor fluid across Ika’s trembling lips.
“You know you want this.”
And the embarrassing truth was that Ika did want it. Ever since last night, she had wanted to touch Thusar, to taste him, to be brutally dominated by his hard pillar of flesh.
She knew it was wrong.
She knew that Rolf would be so disappointed in her.
“This is what you need, Ika.”
Thusar’s hips began to roll and gyrate in curious patterns. His pelvis thrust forward, and his hard cock dragged over Ika’s flushed face. His length sawed across her lips. Instinctively, Ika�
��s tongue darted out and flickered across the veined underside of Thusar’s shaft.
Thusar growled with satisfaction.
He lined up his tip with Ika’s mouth.
“Open,” he commanded.
Her lips parted without a moment’s hesitation, as if they had a mind of their own—a mind that was willing to obey the ukkur’s every command.
“Careful, boss,” Gunnar’s voice came from beside. “Don’t forget, she’s a biter.”
Thusar merely chuckled.
“Don’t give her any ideas, Gunnar.” Then to Ika he added, “You’re not going to bite me, are you?”
Ika stared up at him silently, with his tip resting on the cushion of her lower lip.
“Because if you do, I’ll punish you thoroughly, understand?”
“I can take it,” Ika whispered. “I’m not afraid of your punishments.”
Where had that come from? It was a lie. Ika was very much afraid. Her heart was pounding away in her chest like some helpless prey.
But somehow she couldn’t help testing Thusar, even though she knew that to do so was unwise.
Thusar rumbled with cruel laughter.
“We’ll see about that, Ika.” And then, in a more commanding tone: “Open wider.”
Again, Ika’s lips obeyed of their own accord, and Thusar’s hard cock slipped inside her mouth.
“Mmpf!“
Fluid dribbled on Ika’s tongue, hot and intensely salty. She tried to pull away again, but still that massive ukkur fist held her fast.
“Hold still,” Thusar commanded. “Take it.”
Ika froze. She glared up at Thusar with fire in her eyes. For a few moments, the only sounds were Slaine’s muffled growls and slurpings down below.
“Gods,” Thusar whispered. “Your lips look so good wrapped around me like that.”
He penetrated deeper. His hard meat glided along Ika’s tongue. His cock was heavy and smooth in her mouth.
“So damn good.”
Thusar pushed a little deeper, then pulled back until he slipped from Ika’s mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva dribbled down her chin.
“Does that taste good? Do you like that?”
Ika didn’t speak, but her cheeks flooded red with heat. Thusar saw that blush and read its meaning.
“Good.”
He thrust into her again, plunging a little deeper this time, and Ika moaned around the thick meat filling her mouth. He was so girthy that her jaw was already beginning to ache.
Twin growls came from either side of her.
Ika realized that her hands were stroking two more ukkur erections—Muk’s and Gunnar’s. Her fists felt so little around their shafts. They were every bit as thick as Thusar, and Ika’s thumb and forefinger didn’t even touch when she gripped them.
She pumped those shafts in time to the rhythm of Thusar’s thrusting.
Ika couldn’t believe what was happening, what she was doing.
A sudden impulse for defiance swept over her.
Up to now, Ika had been careful to cradle Thusar’s pumping shaft on her lips and her tongue—the soft, wet parts of her mouth. But now she decided to test his earlier threat. She bared her teeth, letting their hard edges graze along Thusar’s shaft as he drew back.
Thusar hissed between his teeth.
“So, you want to test me, little thing?”
Ika just stared up at him, her face still penetrated by his dominance.
“Go ahead,” Thusar whispered.
Ika hesitated, unsure what he meant.
“Bite it.”
Was he serious? Was this some kind of test? Ika stayed frozen, blinking up at the dark, scarred face that stared down at her across the rippling landscape of Thusar’s muscled body.
“Do it,” Thusar growled. “Bite it. Bite my cock.”
Tentatively, Ika bit down on the shaft.
“Harder.”
She obeyed, and the hardness of him shocked her. His outer skin was supple like leather, but the inner core of his erection was so hard it could have been carved from stone.
Thusar winced, but only slightly. Ika’s little teeth hardly made a dent.
“Good. I like it when you obey me.”
The fist in Ika’s hair tightened, stinging her scalp. By reflex, her mouth gasped open, and Thusar shoved his cock deep, plunging his throbbing head all the way down her throat.
Ika’s gag reflex tripped. She sputtered and coughed around that invading member. Saliva filled her mouth and spilled down her chin.
Her hands came up to Thusar’s muscular thighs, trying to push him away, but it was like trying to push a tree.
“Relax,” Thusar said. “You can take it.”
He drew back and plunged in again, penetrating her throat. Hot tears of exertion sprang to Ika’s eyes and spilled down her cheeks.
“You can take it…”
Goosebumps flared over Ika’s skin. Her body felt light and giddy. She had never been dominated like this before in all her life. Had never even imagined that such domination was possible. Or that it would feel so good.
Her hands went back to Muk’s and Gunnar’s hard cocks, stroking and twisting them furiously while Thusar pumped her face.
“That’s it. Good Ika. Good pet…”
The cave rang with wet, raunchy sounds. The sounds of suction and the lubricated friction of skin on skin.
Slaine’s tongue sent yet another delicious climax shuddering through Ika’s body, and she whined through her stuffed mouth.
Thusar unsheathed himself from her, his cock trailing strings of saliva down her chin and chest.
He fisted his well-slathered pole and jerked it violently, once, twice, three times.
With a roar, Thusar erupted, spewing his hot sap onto Ika’s face and chest in sticky stripes. Each splatter of fluid on her skin seemed to amplify the intense climax that was rocking her body.
Once he was finally spent, Thusar stepped back.
Next Gunnar and Muk rose up on either side of her and spilled their own sticky release on Ika’s shuddering body.
That only left Slaine.
Finally sated from his feast, the silent ukkur raised himself up on his knees and positioned himself between Ika’s wide open thighs. After a few rapid jerks, he added his own fluid to the mix, painting her twitching belly with his hot spend.
Of the four ukkur, Slaine took the longest to finish. Ika thought his sap would never stop flowing.
When Slaine had finally squeezed the last glistening drop from his tip, he sat back on his haunches and studied the utter wreckage that he and his brethren had made of Ika’s naked flesh. Her face and breasts and abdomen were glazed with the ukkur’s white mess.
Slaine grunted his satisfaction.
He touched Ika’s sap-slathered belly. He smeared the stuff over her skin, up her chest and neck, mixing his own fluid with his pack brothers’.
Ika panted and whimpered.
She kept her eyes locked on Slaine’s face as he rubbed the gooey cream all over her. He was studying her, brow furrowed, jaw set, like he was working out some difficult puzzle in his mind.
At last, he brought his hand to her face and pushed one fluid-coated thumb into Ika’s mouth, which she accepted.
She moaned and sucked the stuff away.
It did not taste as she expected. Though it was white and creamy-looking, rather like ksh juice, the smell and flavor were totally different. It had a strong scent like crushed grass, and it had an intensely salty flavor that saturated her tongue.
When Slaine drew his thumb from her mouth, she had sucked it clean.
“Come little Ika,” Thusar said. “Let us rest.”
The pack leader unfastened Ika’s leash from the wall. Then all together the ukkur lifted her naked, messy body and laid her down upon a rug of thick fur. The four of them lay down around her, walling her in between them as their curious fingers traced the contours of her ravaged body.
Ika was theirs now. Their property. Thei
r pet.
They had marked her.
CHAPTER 14
Outside the sun was going down, setting the forest ablaze with fiery oranges and reds. The fire was dying too, and finally Thusar was forced to get up from where he lay beside his newfound plaything in order to add some logs to the coals.
His pack brethren set to work at their various tasks as well. Muk gathered up the cooking implements and carried them outside to the nearby river to wash. Slaine went to help him.
Meanwhile, Gunnar tended to their prize.
Ika complained of an urgent need to make water, so Gunnar dressed her in a heavy cloak of warm furs and led her outside on the leather leash that was still connected around her neck, lest she try to run for it as she had done before.
Once the fire was burning brightly again, Thusar sat back and gazed into the hypnotic flames.
His brain was aswirl with a thousand confused thoughts, like snowflakes in a blizzard. As soon as he would catch hold of a single idea, it seemed to melt into something else.
This time yesterday, everything had seemed so simple.
Ika had changed all of that.
Would they continue on their mission to the south? They had heard rumors from other ukkur packs that there was a great gathering there, that the ukkur were building a tribe, an army to challenge the nith for control of the planet.
The idea of fighting the nith always appealed to Thusar.
Even now, as he thought of the scaly bastards, the old scar on his face seemed to pulse with heat.
And now there was an opportunity to defeat the nith completely. It was an opportunity that was too good to pass up.
They had all agreed up on it as a pack.
Now it was Thusar’s role as leader to see that decision through.
Gunnar returned to the cave with Ika in tow. Her small stature was accentuated by the almost comical way the fur cloak engulfed her tiny frame.
So where did Ika fit into Thusar’s plans?
Already, the pack leader felt a bond with her. It had been there from the start, before he even laid eyes on her. From the first time he’d caught a whiff of her scent back at Rolf’s den, Thusar had been enthralled.
