Feast: A Rough & Twisted Sci-Fi Romance

by Lizzy Bequin

  Ika counted a hundred heartbeats before Slaine finally finish spilling inside her.

  His jaw released, but Ika could still feel the imprint of his teeth on her skin.

  For a long while, they lay like that in the heat and darkness, panting and gasping. It felt so perfect. She was bundled in Slaine’s protective arms and impaled on his pulsating meat while his abundance continued to seep from between her legs.

  Slaine was the first to catch his breath.

  As soon as he did, he started to move inside her again. This time, his long, steady thrusts were lubricated by his own slippery spend, and Ika moaned as she felt that hot, shivering feeling starting all over again.

  CHAPTER 20

  “Look!” Muk shouted. “There! By the edge of the river.”

  Thusar and Gunnar caught up with the young ukkur and looked where he was pointing. A white mound where the storm had buried something beneath the snow. Something very large.

  “Good eye, kid,” Thusar said and clapped him on the shoulder. “Let’s go have a look.”

  Muk had rejoined with his pack brothers less than an hour ago, after the storm had finally dissipated.

  The blizzard had ravaged the area for the better part of the day. Howling wind and snowfall so dense an ukkur could barely see his own hand in front of his face.

  When the storm had first started to hit, Muk had taken shelter within a cave at the edge of the mountain. There had been no time to prepare, no time to gather wood to build a fire, so Muk had simply huddled out of the wind and meditated as Thusar had taught him, raising his body temperature so that he could survive the cold.

  An ukkur could last for days in weather like that.

  But what about Ika?

  The thought was like a stone shard in Muk’s heart. If the precious creature had frozen to death in that blizzard, he would never forgive himself. It didn’t matter that Ika had run away. It was his responsibility to protect her. He knew that his pack brothers felt the same.

  After the storm had dissipated and the wind had died down, Muk had heard Thusar calling from far away—the low, loud howl that the pack leader used to call his brethren in.

  Muk had followed the call, and soon he had rejoined his leader. Not long after that, Gunnar had come running up too.

  But there had been no sign of Slaine.

  Slaine was Muk’s best friend. The young ukkur’s anxiety had doubled. He feared he had lost both Ika and Slaine.

  It was useless to search for tracks in this weather. The blizzard had dumped a fresh layer of snow on the land, and the wind had swept it smooth.

  The best they could do was to backtrack in the region where they knew Slaine had been searching.

  It was not long before Muk had spotted the big lump under the snow.

  Now, as Muk and his pack brothers raced toward that mound, his heart was rising with hope. He and the other ukkur knew how to build a shelter beneath the surface of the snow, and that’s what this mound looked like.

  Gods willing, Slaine and Ika were both inside.

  The three ukkur skidded to a stop in the snow a few paces from the mound, and Thusar called out in his deep, booming voice.

  “Slaine! Are you there?”

  On the outside, Muk remained calm and cool, but inside he was churning with emotions. Fear, anxiety, hope.

  At first there was no answer. Thusar was just preparing to call out again when the mound started to shake. The packed snow fell away in thick white chunks, revealing dense brown fur beneath.

  The scent came to Muk’s nostrils strong and musky, raising the hairs at the back of his neck.

  Abolith.

  He clutched his spear in preparation to defend himself, but Thusar lifted a hand to stop him.

  “It’s okay,” Thusar said, “The abolith is dead.”

  If it was dead, Muk wondered, then why was it moving?

  Soon it all became clear. As the shaking increased and more snow fell away, Muk saw that there was a long gash along the beast’s shaggy belly. A flap of skin lifted, and blood-scented steam billowed out.

  An arm appeared.

  A small delicate arm. Even though it was smeared with green-black abolith blood, Muk recognized that arm immediately.

  “Ika!”

  The young ukkur rushed forward, took Ika’s hand, and dragged her out into the sunlight. She was naked, but her body was steaming with heat. Muk gave Ika tight hug, lifting her off her tiny feet. Then he stripped off his fur cloak and cast it around her shoulders to help her retain that heat that was radiating off of her.

  A moment later, Slaine emerged from the abolith carcass amid more billows of steam and the squelching of guts.

  “Clever bastard,” Gunnar said grinning through his beard.

  It really was clever. Slaine had cut open the abolith and used its insulated body as a makeshift shelter from the storm.

  “But where did the abolith come from?” Muk asked. “And how did it die? Did you kill it, Slaine?”

  Slaine silently nodded his gore smeared face toward Ika.

  “Ika?” Muk turned to her with wide eyes. “You killed the abolith? But how?”

  Thusar cut him off.

  “Those were all questions for later. Evening is fast approaching. Soon it’ll be dark. Now’s the time for finding shelter and gathering wood for a fire.”

  Muk nodded. His leader was right, of course.

  “I know a good place,” Muk said. “There’s a cave nearby. That’s where I weathered the storm. It will be suitable for the night.”

  Thusar nodded. “Sounds good.”

  The pack leader turned toward Ika and Slaine. They both looked like crazed predators, smeared as they were with the blood of the abolith. Their eyes shone white amid the green-black streaks.

  Gods, both of them were still steaming with heat too. No doubt it was warm inside that dead abolith, but they must have been engaging in some really vigorous activity to raise the temperature even higher.

  That’s when Muk noticed that Slaine’s stick was hard, and the tip was dripping with white sap.

  What had they been doing in there?

  “Well done, Slaine.” Thusar said. “Good job finding Ika.”

  “Slaine knows,” the ukkur replied.

  The words had been spoken quietly, but they might have been yelled based on the way Muk jumped at the sound. Muk turned to his pack brethren on his left and right, Thusar and then Gunnar. Both of them wore expressions of wide-eyed shock, which Muk knew mirrored his own face.

  In all the years they had known him, they had never heard Slaine speak a complete sentence. Not once. They had not even heard him speak a single word besides his own name, and that only rarely.

  The three ukkur turned back to their bloodied pack brother, who was now standing with his arm protectively coiled around Ika.

  “What does Slaine know?” Thusar asked.

  “Slaine knows what hole is for.”

  CHAPTER 21

  Another night. Another cave. Another fire.

  Ika sighed.

  They had arrived just after sundown, as the last of the evening light had been draining out of the overcast sky. Thusar had kept watch on Ika inside the cave while the other ukkur gathered kindling and firewood from the surrounding forest.

  And all the while, Ika’s mind was abuzz with a thousand warring thoughts and emotions.

  Most of all, she could not stop thinking about what Slaine had done to her. The way his hard member had slotted so perfectly inside her hole. The way her body had accommodated his dominating girth. The way their two bodies had seemed to become one in that moment of simultaneous pleasure until it had been impossible to tell where Ika ended and Slaine began.

  Something about it had felt so natural. So right.

  All her life, Ika had thought there was something wrong with her. But now she realized that was not true. Her body was built to be filled, to be dominated.

  Had Rolf known about this? And if he did, why had he never told
her?

  Ika wanted so badly to see Rolf again. She had so many questions to ask him. And more than anything else, she just wanted to see him again. It had been two days since she had sneaked out, and the old ukkur must be worried sick about her by now.

  Ika thought of Rolf wandering the forests looking for her, and her heart sank into her stomach.

  Now that Thusar and the others had caught her again, they would never let her go back.

  Ika’s eyes began to leak.

  By now the ukkur had gotten a good fire going, and soon the air of the small cave transitioned from cold to warm to downright hot. The ukkur stripped off their furs and spread them out like rugs to sit naked before the fire. When she started sweating beneath her own fur cloak, Ika followed suit.

  Her skin was still smeared with dark dried blood from the abolith, so Gunnar gathered some snow and piled it in a shallow depression near the fire. The snow quickly melted, and soon it was warm enough that Gunnar could use it to cleanse Ika’s naked body and hair.

  While Gunnar did this, Thusar conversed with Slaine. Ika could not hear exactly what they were saying, but she could guess the gist of it.

  Slaine was telling Thusar about his discovery.

  He was explaining what her hole was for.

  Though he was listening intently to Slaine, Thusar’s eyes were on Ika’s naked body, and while Slaine spoke, Thusar’s long member twitched and pulsed and gradually engorged with blood until it was fully erect and pointing straight upward like a pillar of flesh.

  Once Gunnar was done washing Ika’s body, Thusar spoke.

  “I’ve known Slaine for over ten years, and in all that time, I’ve never heard him speak a single word besides his own name. Until now, that is. You’ve had quite an effect on him, Ika. Slaine has been telling me all about it.”

  Ika blushed and cast her eyes to the ground.

  “He tells me that he knows what the hole between your legs is for. He tells me he put his stick inside you and released his white sap. He tells me he did this many times and it felt very good.”

  Her blush deepened.

  “Ika. Look at me.”

  With a great effort, Ika raised her eyes to look at Thusar. The pack leader was sitting naked and cross legged atop his fur cloak before the fire. His long, hard cock was gripped in his massive fist, and he was slowly jerking it, just as she had seen him do that first night by the river.

  “Come here,” he commanded.

  But Ika did not move. Her mortification was too great. When she had done the act with Slaine, it had felt natural and right. But now, hearing Thusar describe it in such a crude and direct way, it sounded so dirty and shameful.

  “I said, come here.” Thusar’s voice carried a note of displeasure. The pack leader did not like to repeat himself.

  But Ika’s feet were welded to the floor. She was frozen in place by her shame and humiliation. Her face and chest felt feverish with heat.

  Thusar grunted, rose to his feet, and crossed the cave to where Ika was standing. He towered over her, and she shivered under the withering intensity of his glare.

  “When I tell you to do something, Ika, I expect you to obey.”

  Ika’s heart was thudding against her ribs. She was scared of him. She wanted to run, but there was nowhere to go, and her feet remained rooted in place.

  Thusar reached out and pressed his fingers between her legs, stroking her slit.

  “Slaine says he had figured out what this is for,” Thusar whispered. “But you know what I think?”

  “What?” Ika managed to answer.

  Thusar’s middle finger separated her folds and found her entrance.

  “I think it has many uses.”

  Thusar shoved his finger inside, and Ika gasped at that sudden invasion.

  “For example, it is useful for leading a disobedient pet.”

  The pack leader slowly walked backward, pulling Ika along with his finger hooked inside her hole. The pressure of his pulling sent tingles all through her core. Her insides pulsed with desire and oozed wet arousal onto that controlling finger.

  In this fashion, Thusar led her to the place where his fur cloak was spread on the floor.

  “Much better,” he purred. “I’ll train you yet, my defiant little Ika.”

  He withdrew his finger from his hole and raised it to his lips to suck it clean. Another surge of heat rushed into Ika’s cheeks.

  Thusar sat down again on his makeshift rug. His eyes were now level with Ika’s crotch.

  “Widen your stance,” he growled.

  This time Ika obeyed immediately. She stepped her feet apart, giving Thusar a better view of what was between her legs. The ukkur grunted in approval, then reached out with both hands and teased her folds apart so he could get a better look at her.

  “Did Slaine really put his stick in here?”

  “Yes,” Slaine grunted from his place by the fire. “Did.”

  “I’m not asking you, brother. I’m asking Ika.” He looked up at her with a penetrating stare. “Is it true, Ika?”

  She nodded, blushing.

  “Yes.”

  “And he spilled his sap inside you?”

  “Yes,” she answered. “Many times.”

  “How did that feel?”

  Ika’s blush deepened until it felt as if her ears and cheeks might burst into flames. She felt so ashamed answering these questions with a whole audience of ukkur listening.

  “Ika? I asked you a question. How did it feel when Slaine spilled his sap inside you?”

  “Good,” Ika whimpered. “Gods, it felt so good.”

  She glanced at Slaine and saw that he was smirking and nodding his agreement.

  Thusar grunted again and dipped his gaze back to her spread lips and exposed hole.

  “Huh. But it is so small. Gods, I’m surprised Slaine didn’t split you in half.”

  A final unbearable surge of humiliation swept over Ika. When she and Slaine had done the deed, they had been alone together at least. It had been private. Secret. But now, being examined and questioned thus in front of an entire pack of staring ukkur, it was too much to bear.

  Ika suddenly thought of how ashamed Rolf would be if he saw her like this.

  That thought pushed her over the edge. Hot tears spilled from her eyes and streamed down her cheeks as her naked and insulted body was wracked by violent sobs.

  “Ika?” Thusar said, sounding more perplexed than concerned. “Why are your eyes are leaking?”

  “I don’t know,” she sobbed. “I don’t know why they do that. I just happens when I get upset.”

  “Why are you upset?”

  “I just want to go home.”

  “You are home, Ika,” Thusar said sternly. “You belong to us now. You belong to my pack. Wherever we go, that is your home from now on.”

  “No!” Ika cried. “I want to go home to Rolf.”

  Ika couldn’t help thinking that she sounded like she had used to when she was little. When she would throw a tantrum because Rolf wouldn’t give her want she wanted.

  Thusar leaned back and stroked his chin thoughtfully. He waited until she had calmed a little before he spoke.

  “You care about Rolf very much,” he said.

  Ika nodded and smudged the tears from her cheeks.

  “Why?” Thusar asked.

  Ika laughed incredulously through her tears. For all his apparent intelligence, the ukkur pack leader could be infuriatingly dense.

  “Why?” she repeated angrily. “Because Rolf is my protector, that’s why. He takes care of me. I’ve known him all my life.”

  Thusar considered this for a moment.

  “Has Rolf ever put his stick inside your hole?”

  Ika’s eyes shot open wide, and the blood drained from her face.

  “Gods, no!” she shouted.

  “Why not?” Thusar asked. “You say he’s known you all your life. Do you mean to tell me in all that time, it never occurred to Rolf to put his stick in your hole?�
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  “If it did occur to him, he never followed through on the idea,” Ika said. “And I wouldn’t want him to.”

  “Why not? He’s an ukkur just like Slaine. Just like all of us.”

  Ika just sighed. A few minutes ago she had been upset, but now she only felt exasperated. The crying had been good for her. It was like it had washed her clean from the inside out.

  As she stopped to think about it, she realized that Thusar had a good point.

  Why hadn’t she and Rolf ever done the things that she had done with these four ukkur?

  “I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “I just don’t feel that way about Rolf, and he doesn’t feel that way about me. Things are different between us. I guess it’s because he has known me since I was little and raised me until I was big.”

  “You’re not big, but I understand your meaning.”

  Thusar stroked his chin and grunted some more. His scarred brow furrowed, and Ika could tell that he was deep in thought. At last, he nodded to himself and spoke again.

  “Very well,” he said. “We will take you back to Rolf.”

  “Really?” Ika gasped. “You mean it?”

  “Sure. He’s obviously very important to you. Important enough that—hey!”

  Before Thusar could finish what he was saying Ika threw herself on him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight hug.

  “Oh thank you, Thusar. Thank you, thank you…”

  “Easy,” Thusar chuckled. “I won’t be able to take you back if you choke me to death.”

  Ika jumped up again, her body practically vibrating with excitement.

  “Well, what are we waiting for?” She asked. “Let’s go right now. I know the way from here. We can be there in an hour.”

  Thusar shook his head.

  “No. Not tonight, Ika. The clouds are hiding the moon, and the way will be too dangerous in the dark. We will go at first light. And I want to be clear about something. We are not going to give you up. My pack is heading for the southlands, and you are coming with us. Whether Rolf chooses to come along will depend on you, understand?”

  Ika nodded.

  She could foresee that the reunion would be tricky. Rolf would be angry at these ukkur and he would most certainly try to fight them. It would be up to Ika to make sure that didn’t happen.