by Lizzy Bequin
“There are things I never told you about yourself, Ika. Things about the night I found you. Things that I still don’t understand…”
He glanced around at the humans. Some of them were naked and shivering. Others had already been clothed in furs for warmth.
“…But I think perhaps someone here can finally provide some answers.”
Thusar stepped closer now. He placed one arm gently around Ika’s back. The other hand, he rested on Rolf’s shoulder in a gesture of reconciliation.
“Rolf, we intend to join with these ukkur and go with them back to the southern lands. Will you come with us?”
Rolf looked to Ika.
“Is that what you want?”
Ika suddenly felt a great weight on her shoulders, as if everything now rested on her decision. Part of her was apprehensive. She had gotten what she had wanted. Rolf was free again and safe. They could simply go back to their den and return to the safe, simple life they had known.
But deep in her heart, Ika knew that life was gone now. Their future lay to the south. She looked around at the other humans. They were strange reflections of herself, like when she would see her own image in the surface of the river, her features distorted by the ripples. They were her and not her.
“Yes,” she said. “I want to find out who I really am.”
Rolf nodded.
“I understand. I will come too.”
Ika looked up at him again, blinking away her tears while her hand unconsciously fidgeted with her ring necklace.
“What about the den, Rolf? What about all of your belongings?”
He brushed her cheek with the back of his shackled hand.
“I will leave it all behind. None of that stuff matters anymore, Ika. The only thing that matters is you.”
CHAPTER 28
Soft warm lips brushed Ika’s earlobe. Hard, sharp tusks grazed her lightly. Hands roved, tracing smooth ovals over her belly, each lap delving closer and closer between her thighs.
“Open for me, Ika. I need you.” The words tickled her ear, and goosebumps erupted across her skin.
“Thusar, not now,” Ika whimpered. “Someone might catch us.”
The someone she was most worried about was Rolf, who was sleeping just a few feet away on the ground.
They were deep below the earth, in a network of caves that Ika had never known were there. Even the nith had barely mapped these underground networks, having deemed them useless due to a lack of mineral resources to be mined. The rebel ukkur, however, had learned how to use these miles upon miles of warrens to journey vast distances without being discovered. This was how the ukkur army was transporting the human survivors from the slaughterhouse to their main camp in the southern territories.
Traveling on their own, the ukkur could have gone for days without resting, but with hundreds of scared humans in tow, it was necessary to stop and give the refugees a chance to rest.
For this reason, they had stopped to sleep for the night.
It was strange to think of things in terms of night and day in this sunless place, but Ika’s internal clock confirmed that it was in fact nighttime.
Right now, however, Thusar seemed to have little interest in sleeping.
By the soft green glow of the bioluminescent moss and fungi that grew here, Ika could see the group of ukkur and humans were scattered all about this place, which was the shore of a vast, subterranean sea beneath a sky of dripping stalactites.
It was a beautiful place, romantic even. Thusar was certainly feeling the mood. Or maybe it was just the fact that they had not done it in the past two days. In all the excitement and trekking, it had been impossible to find a private moment.
Whatever the reason, Thusar was feeling randy now. That much was clear from his hard, hot pole nudging against Ika’s backside.
And Thusar’s fingers were doing a good job of persuading Ika.
But Rolf was sleeping right there. If he were to wake up and catch Ika doing all of those dirty things with Thusar, she would be mortified. At least their bodies were hidden beneath a fur covering to keep warm, but still…
Then again, it was not as if Rolf was above a bit of naughtiness himself. He had taken a liking to one of the human refugees, a woman by the name of Kate with curly red hair. It had started with him bringing her food and extra clothing, and soon they had become quite attached. Ika had even caught them sneaking off alone behind a rock formation, and the echoing acoustics of the cave had given Ika way too much information about what they had been doing back there.
As a matter of fact, the woman Kate was sleeping next to Rolf now. It made Ika happy to see Rolf coming out of his shell and finding new happiness.
He had also grown friendlier with Ika’s four ukkur mates, and that made her happy too. But he still harbored some of that old protectiveness, still saw her as his little Ika. He would surely be none too pleased if he knew where Thusar’s inquisitive fingers were at the moment.
Ika bit her lip to stifle what would have been a very shameful moan.
“Thusar,” she hissed once her body stopped shaking. “Not…now.”
“Why not?”
The ukkur’s low voice seemed to rumble straight down Ika’s spine and into her hot center, and she nearly climaxed just from that vibration.
“Rolf is right there,” she whimpered. “What if he wakes up?”
Beneath their fur cover, Thusar climbed over her body and positioned himself on her front side, blocking her from Rolf’s view.
“There. Is that better?”
“No,” Ika whispered in annoyance. “It’s not better, Thusar, it’s—oh…oh gods…”
The finger on Ika’s sensitive nubbin had been replaced by the tip of Thusar’s hard ukkurhood. He was grinding it against her, slathering her tingling nerve bundle with the sticky pre-sap that was leaking from his slit.
“O-okay,” Ika whimpered softly. “Okay, but make it quick, Thusar.”
The ukkur growled quietly and gave her ass a hard squeeze that almost made Ika yelp with pain. She glared at him with a hurt look.
“You do not command me,” Thusar warned. “I will use your body as I see fit and for as long as I want. It is not simply a matter of spilling my sap, little one. I will not be satisfied until I feel your little body quaking with your own climax.”
Ika let out a shuddering gasp.
“Now,” Thusar continued. “Unless you want me to bend your defiant little body over my knee and punish you right here in front of Rolf and everyone else, then you will open your legs and offer me your hole.”
Ika shivered at that threat and chewed her lip. Her inner thighs were beaded with moisture, and when she spread her legs, the air filled with her need-scent, even though her body was covered.
“Good,” Thusar said.
His head pushed against her hole. Her tightness resisted him temporarily, but with a bit of force, Thusar’s cock punched inside her well-lubricated channel.
Ika almost screamed, but she let the sound die in her throat.
“Bite me, Ika,” Thusar purred. “Do whatever you must to stifle your cries.”
With a muffled whimper, she sank her teeth into the meat of Thusar’s beefy shoulder as he pistoned into her slow and deep.
Around them in the caverns, others were not as successful at disguising their sounds of pleasure.
Rolf was not the only ukkur who had found a companion amid the human refugees. Over the past few days, Ika had watched as various groups of ukkur males had taken notice of human women, paying them extra attention when it came to food, clothing, protection, and inevitably other noisier comforts.
Ika had attempted to talk to some of the humans as well—for totally different reasons, of course. But she had discovered that they did not share her language. They spoke in a bizarre tongue that almost made her giggle with how funny it sounded. But it was also a great disappointment that she could not communicate with them. She wished to learn about their origins, and by extension her own
.
The language barrier, however, did not seem to get in the way of the ukkur’s urges it seemed. Tonight the darkness rang with intermittent grunts and moans and slippery sounds.
There was no doubt that vast quantities of sap were being spilled on this journey.
And now those anonymous sounds of hybrid pleasure echoing through the subterranean darkness only served to heighten Ika’s arousal.
Thusar had spoken of taking his time to ensure Ika’s pleasure. But the way that the head of his member was buffing so perfectly against her special spot, it would not take Ika long at all to get there. She rocked her hips to meet his thrusts and humped her throbbing nub against his rock-hard pelvis.
Gods, he was so hard both inside of her and out.
There was a sound from behind her. Another low purr joined Thusar’s in a dominating harmony. Another chiseled body pressed and conformed to Ika’s. Another hard pole rubbing and humping at her hindquarters.
Muk.
She didn’t even need to see her mates. She could sort them by their scents now. She could recognize them by their different ways of touching her.
Muk fisted her hair and planted hot kisses all over the back of her neck and her shoulders. His sharp tusks grazed her deliciously and his tongue drew tantalizing shapes on her skin.
And down below, the tip of his ukkurhood brushed briefly at her rear hole.
Ika released her bite on Thusar’s shoulder and gasped in shock at that unexpected touch at her forbidden channel.
“Did I hurt you?” Muk whispered at her ear.
“No,” Ika breathed over her shoulder. “Do that again.” Then, remembering Thusar’s previous warning about giving commands, she added, “Please.“
Muk growled hungrily behind her. He was more than happy to indulge his Ika’s whims.
His fingers moved between Ika’s open thighs, gathering the thick fluid that was seeping from her penetrated hole. Muk swiped these secretions into the cleft of Ika’s ass, smearing them around her anus and pressing them inside with his finger until her tight hole was well lubricated. Last, he slathered his hard cock with his own saliva before pushing into her.
Even with the mixture of fluid lubricating her backside, it still burned a little at first, and Ika had to bite down hard on Thusar’s shoulder to keep from groaning loudly.
“Do you want me to keep going?” Muk purred.
“Mm-hm,” Ika whined.
She needed this. She needed two hard ukkur cocks inside of her, pumping her and filling her with their hot, sticky spend.
Muk pressed deeper and deeper until his pelvis was squeezed tightly against Ika’s soft behind and his tip was plunged deep into her endless channel. After a few slow, gentle pumps, the pain dissipated into a new kind of bliss. The two ukkur fucked her with an alternating rhythm. Ika wondered if they could feel each other through the walls of her body.
She bit down harder on Thusar’s shoulder and stole a glance over his side to where Rolf still lay sleeping soundly.
What they were doing felt so naughty and dirty. She imagined that she was back in the den again, and she had invited two young ukkur suitors inside so that they could have their way with her while Rolf snoozed. A dirty, naughty fantasy.
She whined against Thusar’s shoulder as her climax rocked her body.
Both of her tight channels, front and back, squeezed around the ukkur meat inside her, coaxing out their abundant loads of gooey sap which flooded her insides with warmth as they growled and purred in her ears.
Ika drifted off to sleep that night feeling very full and very good.
***
But when Ika awoke a few hours later, that good feeling had been replaced by quivering nausea in the pit of her stomach. She tried to eat some of the food that Gunnar brought her for breakfast—eggs and porridge with ksh and wild berries. But no sooner had she swallowed it than it started coming back up, and Ika had to rush off behind a rock formation to throw up. Muk brought her clean water, which she used to rinse her mouth, but she drank little of it.
“Probably just something I ate yesterday,” she told her companions.
But it was clear that was not the case. Her body was changing rapidly. In fact, the changes had already started the previous day. Her breasts had grown noticeably, and she had put on a bit of extra weight around her hips.
Today, however, Ika’s belly was noticeably distended, and it was clearly not just a case of indigestion or her usual monthly bloating.
She reassured her ukkur mates that she was fine, but they were clearly worried about her.
Rolf was the most worried of all. He looked at her growing belly with a tight expression and a furrowed brow. All her life, Rolf had been deeply concerned whenever Ika experienced any kind of sickness. But this time Ika thought she read something else in Rolf’s face. An extra layer of concern that she did not understand.
That day, as they all trekked onward through the cave systems, Ika’s problem only worsened. The size of her belly increased visibly, and soon her back started to ache under the strain. Her mates took turns carrying her in their arms to reduce her exertion.
Toward the end of that day, they encountered Jale again—the ukkur who had approached them on the battlefield. He was accompanied by another bearded ukkur who turned out to be the leader of this army. His name was Krogg.
Both Krogg and Jale seemed unconcerned about Ika’s condition.
“It is not a sickness,” Krogg explained calmly. “She just has a little ukkur in her belly now.”
Thusar and his pack brothers shared a round of confused looks.
“A little ukkur,” Gunnar asked. “What do you mean? How the hell did a little ukkur get inside her belly?”
“You four have put your sticks inside her hole, right?”
Ika’s four ukkur mates nodded and grunted in affirmation, and Ika blushed, because Rolf was standing right there listening.
“And you spilled your white sap inside of her, yes?”
“Yes,” Thusar said almost proudly. “All four of us have filled her with sap many times now.”
Ika’s blush intensified until the tips of her ears practically sizzled with the heat of her embarrassment.
But when she glanced at Rolf, he did not seem to be angry. Instead, he simply seemed more concerned about her.
Gunnar combed his beard thoughtfully.
“So the rumors are true?” he asked. “You really have discovered a way to create new ukkur.”
Krogg nodded. “Yes. That is why human women are so valuable to us.”
“But how do we get the little ukkur out of her?” Thusar asked.
“Don’t worry about that,” Krogg told them. “Tomorrow we will reach our main encampment in the south. There I will take you to meet the First Woman. She will know what to do. She is very good at helping the little ukkur come out when it is ready.”
They spoke about it a little more, and Krogg reassured them there was no need to worry. This set Ika at ease. Thusar and his pack brothers relaxed as well.
But Rolf continued to be concerned, and whenever Ika caught him looking at her swollen belly, she got that feeling again that his eyes were looking back into the distant past.
CHAPTER 29
Just before sundown on the following day their long journey finally reached its end. Their cave tunnel opened onto a secluded box canyon with high red stone walls rising up on every side. The air was not so cold in this region, and the canyon was even lush with vegetation.
Even more impressive, the place was inhabited. There were many cone-shaped animal-hide tents scattered all around the canyon, and some were even perched high up on the cliff walls. The very upper rim of the canyon was lined with trees whose limbs shaded the encampment from the sky, and Ika realized it was an ideal location because it was well hidden from the nith.
Ika had thought her traveling group was large, consisting of the ukkur army and the rescued humans. But there were perhaps ten times as many people in this place, b
oth ukkur and humans.
And there was another kind of creature here.
Tiny creatures who had both human and ukkur traits. Some of them ran about giggling and shouting, and they reminded Ika of when she had been little. Then there were other even tinier creatures who had to be carried. These littlest ones just blinked and stared in astonishment at the new arrivals. A warm feeling filled Ika’s heart, and she couldn’t help but smile at the adorable beings.
Were these the little ukkur that the army leader Krogg had spoken of?
Is that what was growing inside Ika’s belly?
The human refugees were led into the camp, and other humans who were already living there came forward to greet them. These humans were able to speak both languages, and they served as translators for the newcomers.
Many of these newcomer women were now experiencing the same swelling of their bellies that Ika was undergoing. But none of them were as far along as she was.
Ika’s belly was now as big and round as a melon, and her ukkur mates insisted on carrying her everywhere, which Ika was not going to complain about. As they entered the canyon, Slaine was the one carrying her. Her other mates were nearby, as was Rolf and his new human companion Kate.
Krogg the army leader was barking orders at the other ukkur, giving directions for the accommodation of the new arrivals when his eyes landed on Ika and her group. He quickly came striding over.
“There you are,” he said. “Please follow me. The First Woman will be eager to see you.”
Ika was curious about this First Woman, and so were her companions, but they trusted that Krogg would not lead them astray, so they followed him across the campsite in the settling dusk.
After a short walk, they arrived at one of the conical tents. It looked like all the other tents in the canyon. There was nothing to signal that it was special. But when they stopped in front, Krogg informed them, “This is my home. Please wait here for a moment.”
He entered through the flap of the tent, and there was a sound of voices conversing inside. After about a minute, the tent flap pulled back. Krogg came out followed by a small woman and a trail of about a dozen little ukkur at various stages of development. There was even a very tiny little one cradled in the woman’s arms, and it was suckling on her exposed breast.
