Feast: A Rough & Twisted Sci-Fi Romance

by Lizzy Bequin

  “Oh gods,” she moaned. “Thusar, you’re so hard inside me.”

  Ika’s little hand darted between her legs, touching her erect nub and stroking it furiously as he pounded into her. Her body shuddered beneath him. Her skin was sheened with sweat in the light of the fire. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she gasped and panted.

  She was the most beautiful creature Thusar had ever seen.

  He drew himself back one more time—all the way back so that his entire throbbing length slipped out of her. Ika’s hole gaped between her open thighs. A wide, dark circle rimmed with pink and drooling like a hungry mouth. Ika whined at her deprivation.

  Thusar did not deprive her for long.

  He slammed into her one last time with a hard thrust that jolted Ika’s body and ripped a sob of pleasure from her throat. Her muscles convulsed and her channel squeezed around him like a small, wet fist.

  She was climaxing, and Thusar was not far behind.

  He had hoped to hold out longer. He would pound her all night if he could. But Thusar’s balls were aching so badly now it seemed they might explode if he denied his own release a moment longer.

  With a roar, Thusar let go. His cock pulsed, and he flooded her depths with an overabundance of hot sap. It overflowed from Ika’s hole and trickled down Thusar’s balls and Ika’s butt in thick white globs that stained the fur beneath them.

  “Ika,” he panted when the last drop of fluid had been wrung from his aching sacs. “Ika…”

  She seemed half-conscious, gazing up at him with hooded eyes, her hair spread out around her head like a dark aura.

  Thusar dipped his face to hers and drank deeply from her trembling, pink lips.

  Finally, he broke the kiss and turned to the other ukkur who were looking on in the firelight.

  He felt a scorch of aggression behind his sternum. Part of him felt jealous and possessive of his little mewling prize. He wanted to keep her all for himself. He did not wish to share her body with anyone, not even his brothers.

  But as the pack leader, Thusar had to be fair and just.

  He had to share.

  “Gunnar,” Thusar growled. “It is your turn, old friend. Have at her.”

  ***

  After he had dismounted, Thusar crouched by the warmth of the fire and watched intently as Gunnar ravaged Ika. The cavern rang with her cries and the wet sounds of suction and slapping skin.

  She would be tired in the morning, Thusar mused. He intended to have her at least one more time tonight, and he knew his pack brothers would want the same. He and the other ukkur could nap between rounds, but Ika would have no such luxury.

  That was fine. Tomorrow he would carry her limp body over his shoulder if he had to.

  Old Rolf would be none too pleased about that, but Thusar would deal with that problem when they came to it.

  For now, his mind was troubled by other thoughts.

  He was troubled by what he had done to Ika. What Gunnar was doing now and what Muk would do next when his turn came round.

  Thusar had no doubt that this act was good and natural.

  Though he lacked Gunnar’s wisdom, Thusar understood a little about the ways of nature and his own body. He knew that his body provided signals of what was good or bad. If he did not eat for several days, pangs of hunger would stab at his gut. Bad. After he ate, his stomach felt pleasant and satisfied. Good.

  The intense pleasure he had experienced inside of Ika signaled that their joining was a very good thing indeed. And the moans and squeals coming from Ika’s lips signaled that she was enjoying it too.

  Clearly the gods had crafted Ika’s hole for a reason.

  She was built to take ukkur cock.

  But why?

  Thusar also knew that nothing in nature happened without a purpose. An ukkur ate to replenish his body. He slept to replenish his mind. He pissed and shit to expel those things his body could not use. He had strong legs to chase down prey and nimble fingers for crafting tools.

  Everything had a purpose. Everything.

  Except the white sap. That was something Thusar had never understood.

  At least now he knew where to put it, but he still did not know why.

  Why did the white sap need to go between Ika’s legs? There must be some purpose.

  Thusar intended to discover that purpose. He intended to pump Ika’s hole and fill her brimful with his fluid ten times a day if he had to. He would fill her again and again until he had discovered the true purpose of the act.

  And he knew that his pack brethren would all do the same.

  Gunnar had now completed his first filling of Ika’s hole. He climbed off and turned her shivering, panting body over to Muk, who was the next in line to enjoy her pleasure.

  Instead of climbing atop her as his pack brothers had done, Muk decided to try a different position, lying on his back with Ika on top, impaled on his hard pole. She was tired and weak from being used twice already, and she required Muk’s strength to keep her upright. He held her with one hand on her throat and the other on her hip, lifting her several inches above his pelvis so he could slam into her from below.

  Thusar smirked at Muk’s antics. The kid always insisted on doing things differently.

  From the other side of the fire, Slaine watched intently. His eyes were latched on Ika’s penetrated hole, and his hand was latched on his hard cock, stroking it absent mindedly.

  No doubt he was remembering the first time he had tasted that pleasure earlier in the day.

  From what Slaine had told Thusar before, he had already spilled inside her a dozen times or more.

  The rest of them obviously had some catching up to do.

  But Slaine clearly had not had his fill of Ika’s body. He rose with a grunt, crossed the cave, and took up a kneeling position behind Ika.

  “Slaine,” Muk growled. “What the rot are you doing? You need to wait your turn.”

  For a moment, Thusar considered intervening, but he held back. He wanted to see what his formerly silent pack brother had in mind.

  Slaine shoved Ika’s upper body forward, and she collapsed onto Muk’s chest with a weak cry. Her backside was exposed, still rosy from Thusar’s thrashing, and her impaled hole was on full display, leaking arousal and globs of sap down Muk’s shaft and onto his balls.

  Slaine grinned and grunted cruelly.

  He angled his cock down, prodding his tip against the rim of her stretched opening.

  “It’s my turn, gods rot you!,” Muk shouted.

  But Slaine had no intention of waiting. He nudged his cockhead harder against Ika’s hole. Gods, he was actually going for it.

  “Slaine!” Thusar growled, half rising now. “Stop it. You can’t both fit.”

  The half-crazed ukkur didn’t listen. His tip edged in alongside Muk’s.

  “Slaine! As your pack leader, I command you. Stop this right now.”

  At that, Slaine froze.

  A tiny, trembling voice spoke.

  “It’s okay,” Ika breathed. “I can take it. I…I want to try.”

  “Are you sure?” Thusar asked in disbelief.

  Ika mewled and nodded her head against Muk’s chest.

  Thusar’s heart swelled with amazement. This little creature was even more amazing than he had realized.

  “Very well,” he said, settling back on his haunches. “Go ahead, Slaine.”

  Slaine grunted happily and pushed again, working his cock deeper until he was all the way inside and Ika’s hole was stretched by not just one ukkur cock, but by two.

  Thusar stroked his chin thoughtfully.

  He was beginning to understand. The last remnant of his jealousy dissipated, and he realized the extent of Ika’s needs. She required more dominance and discipline than a single ukkur could ever provide.

  It would require the whole pack to satisfy her.

  Thusar looked upon his doubly penetrated pet. He watched as his pack brethren fucked her with slow, alternating thrusts until she convuls
ed and howled with pleasure and her hole gushed arousal around the two hard cocks jammed inside her.

  The pack leader’s own cock stiffened painfully, and his balls ached with renewed need. Soon it would be his turn again.

  It was going to be a very long night.

  CHAPTER 24

  It was morning, and the forest was glittering under the fresh layer of snow that the storm had deposited the day before. The sun had barely been up for an hour, and the air was still excruciatingly chilly, but Ika was warm beneath a double layer of fur.

  Thusar and Muk had given her their cloaks to keep warm, and Gunnar had torn his own cloak to pieces in order to fashion a hood and wrappings for Ika’s feet and legs. The abundance of clothing provided such warmth that she was nearly sweating underneath it all.

  As for the ukkur, they were all half naked now, dressed only in their fur kilts. But they seemed unaffected by the cold weather. Their skin steamed in the wintry air.

  The four of them surrounded Ika in a diamond-shaped configuration—Thusar in front, Gunnar and Muk at her sides, and Slaine bringing up the rear.

  Ika couldn’t tell if they were keeping her from escaping or protecting her from danger.

  Probably a little bit of both.

  As for Ika herself, she was struggling this morning. The four ukkur had not allowed her a moment’s rest all night long, and now her brain was foggy with sleep deprivation. To make matters worse, she was sore between her legs, and she trudged through the snow with an awkward, bow-legged gait.

  Thusar glanced back over his shoulder.

  “Are you okay, Ika? Need me to carry you?”

  “I’m fine.”

  Her words came out as a hoarse whisper. Ika’s hole wasn’t the only thing that was sore. Her throat also felt ragged and swollen from a long night of screaming and moaning loudly under the ukkur’s rough treatment.

  Thusar smirked at the hoarseness of her voice, and Ika reddened.

  The pack leader had a talent for making her do that.

  All of them did, in fact.

  Ika hoped that Rolf wouldn’t ask about her voice or her bow-legged walking. She certainly didn’t wish to explain to him what these ukkur had done to her, and she hoped they would show some discretion as well.

  Rolf. The thought of her life long protector and caretaker lifted Ika’s heart. She couldn’t wait to see him again, to throw her arms around his neck in a big hug and tell him how much she had missed him these past days.

  But just as quickly, her heart sank.

  The reunion did not promise to be an entirely happy one. Would Rolf be angry at her for sneaking out and getting caught by the nith? Probably. And then there was the matter of her four ukkur escorts. He might try to fight them, and that would be bad.

  Ika felt herself caught between two unyielding forces. The ukkur planned to travel south, and they intended to take Ika with them. But stubborn Rolf wanted to stay where he was, and he would not give up his Ika without a fight.

  And to make matters worse, Ika wanted to be with all of them. She didn’t want to leave Rolf behind, but she also did not wish to be separated from her four ukkur mates.

  Her head pounded with anxiety at the trouble that was coming.

  She would need all of her powers of persuasion and reconciliation to make this work out.

  Still, as the surrounding forest became more and more familiar, her mood brightened. She was almost home.

  At last, the trees opened up, and they found themselves in the stony shadow of the mountain. A steep gradient of scree and loose rubble led upward to a vertical cliff, and there above them, inset into the ancient stone wall, was the mouth of Rolf’s den.

  It had only been a little over three days since Ika had been here last, but so much had happened in that short period that it felt like a lifetime.

  I broad grin spread across Ika’s face and her heart fluttered with joy and anticipation.

  She drew a deep breath and prepared to call out Rolf’s name.

  But before she had a chance to do so, Thusar placed a hand on her shoulder, signalling for her to be quiet.

  Ika looked up at the pack leader with a questioning expression. His head was upraised, and the wings of his nostrils twitched as he scented the cold winter air.

  “Something isn’t right,” he whispered.

  Now Ika felt it too. That nervous prickling sensation between her shoulders. The same danger sense she had experienced yesterday when the abolith was stalking her.

  Thusar let out a sudden, startling roar.

  “Get down!”

  No sooner had the words left Thusar’s mouth, than the air around them erupted with gunfire. Red-hot blaster bolts skewered the air all around them, sending up geysers of half-melted snow wherever they struck the ground.

  Thusar threw himself on top of Ika and together they rolled back into the darkness and shelter of the forest. The other three ukkur quickly joined them, ducking behind the trunks of trees to get out of the line of sight of the snipers.

  “Nith,” Thusar growled in disgust.

  Ika caught a whiff of cooked flesh. She looked up and saw wisps of smoke rising from a black scorch on Thusar’s shoulder.

  “You’ve been shot,” she gasped.

  “It’s fine,” Thusar grunted. “Just winged me. I’ll live. Everybody else okay?”

  “Aye,” Gunnar said from his hiding place behind a nearby tree.

  “Aye, boss,” Muk called from the other side where he and Slaine were hiding. “There’re two of ’em up there. I can smell ’em.”

  Thusar nodded and turned back to Gunnar. The bearded ukkur was unwinding a length of leather cord from around his wrist. Ika had noticed that before and assumed that it was just a piece of simple decoration, but now she realized it was a weapon. Two long pieces of cordage with a pouch in between.

  A sling.

  Gunnar crouched and searched beneath the snow until he found a suitable stone, a little bigger than a ksh berry.

  “Did you see their position?” Thusar asked.

  Gunnar shook his head.

  “Naw,” he grunted. “Too busy getting the rot out of the way.” Then to Muk he said, “Kid, I need you to stick your head out there and draw their fire. As soon as the bastards pop up, I’ll get ’em.”

  “Why me?” Muk complained.

  “Because I’m the one with the sling, Thusar is busy shielding Ika, and Slaine is too gods-rotted crazy to follow directions.”

  Muk sighed in resignation. “Rot me. Fine. Just tell me when you’re ready.”

  Gunnar set the stone into the pouch of the sling and began twirling it with a soft whirring sound.

  “Ready,” Gunnar said.

  Muk took a deep breath and jumped out into the open, waving his arms and making himself as visible as possible.

  “Over here, you dumb bastards!” Muk roared.

  There was a pop of rifle fire, and Muk ducked just in time as the glowing red bolts sizzled over his head and slammed into a tree behind him in an explosion of sparks.

  At the same time, Gunnar released the stone from his sling. There was a whistling sound as the missile flew through the air followed by a loud thud.

  “Got ’im” Gunnar said grinning. “Head shot.”

  “Good,” Thusar said. “But try to keep the second one alive. We may need to interrogate him.”

  Gunnar nodded and reached into the snow to search for another stone. Before he found one, however, crazy Slaine bellowed and bolted from his hiding place.

  “Slaine!” Thusar yelled. “Come back here!”

  But it was too late. The ukkur was already sprinting up the slope of scree and rubble like a mad animal. The second nith sniper popped out from the crag where he was hiding, took aim, and fired.

  “Slaine!” Ika shrieked.

  The shot missed. Slaine’s reflexes were too quick for the nith. He dodged to one side, and the shot sparked harmlessly off a chunk of rubble, reducing it to stone shards.

  The
nith fired again and again, but each time Slaine jumped out of harm’s way, zig-zagging his way up the slope toward the sniper’s position. With one final leap and a blood-curdling roar, Slaine pounced at the nith, knocking the rifle away and seizing the creature by its black uniform.

  He then proceeded to slam the nith’s head repeatedly against the rock wall of the cliff.

  “Gods-rotted crazy bastard,” Thusar hissed. “Muk, stop him before he pulps that nith’s brain.”

  With the danger now out of the way, Ika and the other ukkur broke from the trees and began picking their way up the slope. Muk was the fastest among them, and he sprinted up to Slaine and forcefully pulled his snarling friend off the battered nith.

  “Slaine, what the hell were you thinking?” Thusar yelled as he reached the top.

  “Nith try hurt Ee-kah,” Slaine grunted. “So Slaine hurt nith.”

  Thusar just shook his head.

  “Fair enough, Slaine. Fair enough. Is that thing still alive?”

  “Just barely,” Gunnar answered. “One more second and Slaine would have cracked the fucker’s skull open.”

  Ika turned away from the battered nith and looked toward the entrance of the Rolf’s den. She pulled away from Thusar and rushed toward that dark opening, terrified of what she might find inside.

  “Ika wait!” Thusar shouted behind her. “It’s not safe! There could be more of them inside.”

  She didn’t care. If there were more nith inside her lifelong home, she would kill them all with her bare hands.

  But the shadowy den was empty. No nith.

  And no sign of Rolf.

  The den had been ransacked. The whole place was in disarray. The stacks of firewood had been knocked over. The furs and bedding were scattered all around the floor. Even the drawings on the walls had been defaced.

  Ika felt a bitter taste in her mouth. This place had been her home for as long as she could remember. Now it had been invaded and desecrated. The sight of it turned her stomach.

  And even worse, Rolf was gone.

  Her vision blurred as her eyes began leaking, partly from sadness, partly from anger, and most of all from an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

  She sensed Thusar’s silent presence behind her.

  “Rolf’s dead,” she sobbed. “The nith killed him.”