CHAPTER 8 #5
"Excellent." I drag my knuckle lower, pressing down through her clothes as I head for her mound.
Her legs are slightly parted, and I follow the seam of her leggings, between her thighs.
This is where her scent is heaviest. I remember seeing the human females naked when we arrived.
They had fur tufted over this part of their bodies, and below that a small cleft of skin.
Anatomy knowledge suggests that this is where a cock would go, and I wonder if it's sensitive here like her breasts or if it's not going to bother her in the slightest.
I rub my knuckle along where I imagine the seam of her cunt is.
April makes a strangled noise.
Aha.
I keep rubbing here, stroking back and forth, and I'm gratified when she gives a full-body tremble. I lift my knuckle to my nose and sniff it, and her scent is so incredible it makes my mouth water. "This might be my favorite scent, ever."
"What do I smell like?" she asks, and oh, she's trying so hard to be composed.
I give her my most feral smile. "Victory."
She bares her teeth at me in a snarl. "I hate you."
"Enough that you want me to stop?" I put my hand between her thighs again. "Or should I keep going because we both know it's what you want?"
Her jaw clenches. She glares at me, hard, and then slaps one hand down on my shoulder a moment before spreading her legs wider in a silent, grudging invitation.
I want to laugh at how belligerent she is, but I'm so hard I can barely focus.
The khui isn't helping, the song between us so loud that it's distracting.
I rub between her thighs again, in the spot she seems to like so much, and when she starts to rock her hips against my hand, I feel as if I've won some sort of challenge.
She grips my shoulder tightly, holding on as she jerks against me faster.
I give her the friction she seems to desperately crave, and when her nails dig into my skin and she lets out a sobbing breath, I feel such an intense surge of satisfaction I want to shout.
Her scent floods the room with thick musk, and she gasps for air, leaning against me.
I wrap an arm around her legs, holding her close as she recovers, and I cannot stop feeling smug. I made her come. She might hate me, but she likes what I can do for her. "Let me mark your door again," I say, deciding to press my luck. "My scent is fading and I need it there."
"No." She pushes away from me with her hand on my face, as if she's decided that she wants nothing more to do with me. "That's just weird."
"It's not weird. It's me marking you as my territory."
"Then double no."
I am undeterred. "If you will not let me mark your door, then can I touch myself?"
"No."
Her short response infuriates me. I bite back the growl rising in my throat. "No? What am I supposed to do, walk around with my cock sticking out? I've had spears less hard."
"Touching yourself is the next prize."
I snort. "Or I'll just wait and go back to the cave and handle it myself. The only prize is if you do it for me."
"Then maybe I will." She arches a brow at me, her expression drowsy with pleasure. Her hand lifts, her fingers hovering over my mane.
Do it, I think. Touch me.
But then her hand lowers and she just pats me on the cheek instead. "Let this motivate you for the future."
"Oh, I'm sufficiently motivated." I'm practically panting, my khui about to jump out of my chest. My cock is one big throbbing need. "What's my next task?"
She considers for a moment, leaning up against me. Her cunt, the seat of all that delicious, wet scent, is less than a handspan away from my twitching nose. I want to rub my whiskers along the insides of her thighs. I want to rip her leathers open and put my mouth to her cleft. I want—
"Makana," April finally says. "You mentioned homes. How about you make a great home for him so that he doesn't have to live in a basket?"
A home for her creature? That's all she wants? "You sure? That seems too easy."
"You want me to change my mind and make it something difficult?"
Even I know when to shut my keffing mouth. "Easy it is."
She gives me a sly smile and taps a finger on my chin. "I'm glad we agree."
It's on the tip of my tongue to ask if she wants this next mission to be easy because she wants to touch me.
But I am not a fool, and if I ask, she's sure to change it to some ridiculously complicated task that will require days of work, and my cock will suffer more than it already is. "I'll start on it first thing."
April caresses my face. "You can leave now, Valmir."
And just like that, I am dismissed. My needs, ignored.
But...am I pleased? Incredibly. I get up to leave, deliberately reaching into the front of my trou and adjusting my cock so the head is caught in my waistband, and I can walk without poking someone's eye out.
She doesn't turn away when I adjust myself, and I sniff the fingers that I rubbed her with and give them a lick.
"See you tomorrow," I purr.
"Ugh, whatever." She waves a hand, dismissing me.
I'm going to lick this hand while I work myself with my other. Just as soon as I find a quiet spot alone on the too-crowded beach.