Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Is it? I watch D’see as her hair flutters against her skin, and she licks her fingers as she speaks with L’ren. The livid side of her burned face is toward me, but she is beyond beautiful in my eyes. I love her bright smile and her spirit. I think about last night, how she wrapped her arms around me and welcomed me into her body—
I shift on my feet, distinctly aware that parts of me are not willing to wait until tonight to touch D’see again. “It is for a kit,” I tell U’dron. “She does not give me her heart. It is a practical mating only.”
He grunts, and when I look up at him, he does not seem entirely convinced. “D’see thinks differently. Who knows what goes on in her mind?” He smacks my gut again. “So tell me, how was the mating? Did you make her scream with pleasure? Was it everything you wanted?”
I rub my ear, wondering how much to confess. “It was…not very good. D’see was understanding, but we both agree we need more practice.”
“Huh.” U’dron looks confused. “Did you make her come? Did you use the cream B’shit gave you?”
Just how much has I’rec been saying? I bite back a flash of annoyance. “Yes. It did not help much.”
“It did not?” U’dron now sounds even more confused. “You put it on her, right?”
I turn to look at him. “It was supposed to be on her? I put it…” I gesture at my loincloth area.
To his credit, U’dron does not laugh. He shakes his head and steers me away from the fire so we can talk. “No, you put it on your fingers and ease them into her. Play with her cunt. Get it good and slippery, and then your cock will slide in perfectly. It will feel very good, trust me.” He tilts his head, considering. “Though you could always just tongue her cunt until she comes at least twice for the same effect.”
“I did not tongue her at all,” I admit. “I was so distracted I lost control quickly.”
He nods. “It was difficult, the first time I was with R’ven. Luckily, she was very skilled.” He gives my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “But D’see does not seem mad at you like B’shit was with A’tam, so you were clearly not as bad as him.” He chuckles. “Just take her aside today and lick her cunt until she is quivering, and then everything will be easy and fun. Trust me.”
“I do want to lick her cunt,” I admit. Why did I not do that last night? After the kisses and her touch, all I could think about was the mating and how I was going to lose control. I should have mouthed her cunt all night. Have we not been told all our lives how pleasant a resonance mate tastes? I cannot imagine D’see would taste any less magnificent without resonance. And yet I have forgotten everything. The moment she touched me, my mind left my body.
Next time, I should be the one touching her. I cannot let her touch me until I make sure she is well-pleasured first.
I sigh. “I have made a muck of things, brother.”
“Nonsense.” U’dron gives my shoulder another cheery clap. “She does not hate you, and your mating is new. Plenty of time to show her what a good tongue you have. Just remember that the cream goes inside her, not on you.” He wiggles a few fingers at me. “And stretch her inside so she can take your cock.”
I need to return to the hut and get the cream, then. A new idea forms of how we should spend the day. “Do me a favor and say nothing to I’rec,” I ask U’dron. “I do not want him telling the entire tribe of how O’jek is a poor mate in the furs.”
“I did not see you this morning,” U’dron says with a sly look on his face. “How can I tell him anything if I did not see you?”
“My thanks.” I glance over at D’see, where she eats her food with L’ren. “I was going to take her hunting today, but I think we will journey to the fruit caves instead.”
“Excellent choice,” U’dron agrees. “Go there, chew some chakk leaf and relax, and then have your mate seat herself on your face. It will be a delightful time. Just remember, she does not hate you. It can all be fixed.”
“I hate you,” D’see declares pitifully as we crest another snowy hill. “Why are we doing so much walking?”
I ignore her whining. Since we left the camp this morning, D’see has cried about every step of the journey. Her toes are cold. Her face is cold. Snow is in her boot. It is hard to walk behind me. I walk too fast. The suns are too bright upon the snow. The wind is cold. She is hungry. She is tired. She is thirsty.