Vulfu (Primal #2)

Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

“ S tevvy,” Vulfu growled in my ear as he hooked his arms beneath my knees and lifted me up into the air, standing in the middle of his hollow, pumping his hips relentlessly into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my lips brushing against his, our bodies covered in a sheen of sweat as he held me suspended in the air, fucking me like the beast he was. “Stevvy mmahch! Mmahch!” He moaned, his eyes drifting all over my body, from my face where he stared deep into my eyes, to my small breasts which jiggled with each collide of our bodies, my flat stomach, to where we were internally connected, and back up again. When I let out a little sigh, he eagerly leaned in to take my bottom lip between his teeth and lightly pulled on it before running his tongue along its surface.

“Stevvy mmahch,” he grunted again, slowing the pace just so he could give a hard, viscous thrust, jolting my body and forcing a little cry from me. “Vulfu gwukh gwod.”

He gave another hard thrust, forcing a little, jagged cry from me, but I only held onto him tighter, my legs still spread wide. Only he could make me feel so fucking beautiful, so desired. When Vulfu looked at me, it was with pure, animalistic longing; wild and untamed. There was no deception in his actions. No manipulation. It was easy to willingly fall under his control. And my man loved being in control.

Wordlessly, he turned us, pressing my back to the smoothest section of the tree, and pressed his hips into me hard, using its counterbalance to hold me up. I smiled like a vixen at the delicious deep feeling that came of it, and closed my eyes, allowing myself to focus on the feeling he was stirring in me. That rise, the pulse, the path to my undoing was what I wanted. And the fact that he wanted it, too, demanded it, made it all the more easier to reach. I gasped as the sensation grew stronger, the relentless pounding and friction against that spot inside my pussy sending wave after wave of promise to euphoria, the build rising with each stroke.

“Vulfu,” I whispered. Hearing his name on my lips, he pressed his mouth to mine, like he couldn’t resist. He kissed me deeply, without missing a beat, making my head spin.

“Stevvy,” he grunted, his lips brushing against my own, somehow managing to move even faster, that electric throb picking up even more.

“Oh God, Vulfu…” I moaned, tightening a little around him.

“Yahv, Stevvy…” he panted, holding his pace as he bent his head to run his tongue along my throat.

“Oh God… I-I… I…”

“Yahv… yahv!”

“F-fuck, Vulfu!”

I tightened around him, clenching, squeezing hard, when suddenly I exploded, that rush through my veins knocking my breath from me. Vulfu didn’t falter for a second as he kept going. When I peeked through my lashes, I could see how strained his neck was, his teeth bared, so close…

Unable to resist, I leaned in, acting on my instinct, and latched my mouth onto the side of his throat, sucking hard, letting my teeth bite down just a little… mimicking his own bites that he’d give me more frequent than not. I walked around with several marks on my neck or chest most days. Now it was his turn.

The moment I did, he let out a deep, guttural moan and gave three final hard thrusts before stilling, still inside of me. I held on, smiling against his skin, feeling so powerful that I was able to drive a man like him to this point. His body trembled, his breathing laboured, but he held onto me with a strength that was immeasurable.

“Stevvy…” he rumbled again, before he slithered down to the floor, holding me in his lap as he rested on the furs, utterly spent. He lay back, bringing me with him to rest on his chest, but refused to pull out just yet. After a minute of catching his breath, he reached down, cupped one of my butt cheeks, and gave it a playful little squeeze, to which I giggled in response. When I did, he upped it to a slap, the sound echoing in our hollow, and I gave his shoulder one in return. From deep in his chest, I could hear that familiar rumble that was his version of a laugh, and I grinned against his skin. I liked it when he was teasing like this. It felt like he had temporarily shedded his cloak of authority and leadership and could just be himself.

We lay like that in silence for some time, our breathing slowing, comfortable, and I about felt ready to take a midday nap, when Mowha’s voice called from outside.

“Stevvy! Stevvy! Vulfu vashra Stevvy!”

Vulfu quickly Stephanie.

I guess we were wanted topside.

Beneath me, Vulfu let out an irritable rumble and stretched, the movement finally making him slide out, and I reluctantly rode on my knees and cracked my limbs, too. I’d have to go clean up by the river, anyways. I reached for a small skin I often used as a wipe for myself, but Vulfu caught my wrist, stopping me. I glanced at him, brows raised at the heated look he was giving me.

Wordlessly, he sat up, with me still kneeling over him, until I found my neck craning back to peer up at his face. Holding my stare, he slid his hand down beneath the valley of my breasts, over my stomach, until he was cupping my sex. With two fingers, he slid them between my folds, pushing his cum right back up again. “Stevvy jugra Vulfu’s gweebruh. Vahsh…” he rumbled.

That word again, gweebruh. The one that they had called me for a time before I got my period. Stephanie with/belong/stay Vulfu’s gweebruh. Fast. I tilted my head in puzzlement. I thought that gweebruh had been a personal name Mowha had given me, so for him to use it now was confusing. Seeing my confusion, a slow smirk appeared on his face, and all he did was lean in and kiss my forehead before giving my sex another little squeeze and let go.

Outside, I cleaned up at the stream with the women around me. I’d sort of become accustomed to being more or less nude in front of the others, especially since Vulfu started, or rather insisted, on public fornication. Pretty much whenever he was in the mood, we did it, no matter where we were. And the others didn’t seem to care in the slightest. It helped that they didn’t watch, like a bunch of pervs, too. But after the fiftieth time of being fucked in front of them and no one batting an eye, I sort of got used to it. Vulfu was their leader, and what Vulfu wants, he gets.

So, sitting nude at the waterside, scrubbing myself and my clothes with Veshy, Mowha, and Krahu at my side was nothing. In fact, Krahu was topless, too, stitching a top for herself that she’d been working on the past week.

Ever since we returned home from finding the wreck of my kayak, the family spent more time keeping me close, and I wasn’t allowed out on expeditions, either. I stayed back with Veshy, cleaning up the home, washing everyone’s clothes and blankets, doing a wilderness version of homemaker chores. She taught me how to weave baskets, or how they made them out of the clay they used from a patch nearby, moulding it into the shape they wanted before letting it dry out completely in the sun.

I’d spent a large portion of my week constructing a sort of makeshift broom for sweeping up dirt and dust, but it honestly made more of a mess than anything. It sent the dirt flying up into the air, making me cough, and just created a cloud in the space. I decided to try something new and used a different kind of leaf I’d stumbled across, one that was more soft and cottony, hoping that dirt and other leaves would stick to it.

I got the feeling the others were keeping me at home so that I wouldn’t make a run for it, now that my kayak had been discovered. Vulfu had clearly been against it, against me having anything from my old life, and so everyone else was going along with his wishes. As much as this made me bitter, I also had to accept that there wasn’t much I could do about it. Even wandering in the trees around our home was difficult to navigate, as the world was a blur to me. How could I even think of trying to run off again?

Plus… there were those pale-skinned men wandering around. Thinking of how the last one had wanted to grab me, or the group of them that had ransacked our place, running across them while lost and blind in the forest was not on my to-do list of things. I shivered at the memories of them, despite the heat of the summer day, and comforted myself with my family, the ones who thankfully, had found me and took me in. What if one of those men had come across me, blind and hurt, traumatised after the horrible scene on the Three Hangman River? The very thought was enough to make me slide a little closer to Mowha, who peered down at me curiously for a moment, but smiled warmly and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, giving me a squeeze.

Mowha had literally saved my life that night.

Peering up at my adoptive mother, I felt a sense of warmth and contentment spread through my body. Resting my head upon her shoulder, a little smile curled on my lips, my gratitude and affection for her as overwhelming as my feelings for Vulfu. They were just different. Our relationship was that of mother and daughter. A bond that is so unique and special, it’s hard to describe. As much as I missed my real mother, Mowha had valiantly stepped up and cared for me like I was truly her own. She was protective, yes, but it was different from what I’d had back home. More… encouraging than stifling, and for that, I couldn’t help but love her so unconditionally.

“Stevvy gwuhk Mowha,” I whispered as I rested my weight against her.

Stephanie like Mowha.

She peered down at me, looking somewhat surprised at my statement, as I’d obviously never expressed any such thing before, at least to her. But she deserved to hear it. I smiled up at her, carefully hiding my teeth, and nodded, reaffirming my words. For a moment, her eyes seemed to sparkle ever so slightly, like tears were pricking the back of them, threatening to fall down her beautiful, motherly face. She cleared her throat and gave me another squeeze before giving my forehead a very gentle head bump, her dark eyes swirled with caramel staring straight into mine with love.

“Mowha gwuhk Stevvy. Gwod.”

Mowha like Stephanie. Lots.

We sat there together, embraced, foreheads touching, content and happy. Our emotions high. In the background, I could hear Veshy and Krahu chatting quietly together about something to do with the skins and furs they were working on. Vulfu and Dahkha were prowling around the perimeter. I hadn’t even thought about where Kray and Dow could possibly have run off to when at that moment, they broke the peace as they appeared from nowhere, grabbed Krahu’s work, and ran off with it, guffawing in that silly, playful way of theirs.

Krahu ran after them, yelling and swinging her arms in their direction, as annoyed as always whenever they teased her, which seemed to be often. Given the resemblance between Krahu and Kray, I got the feeling that their relation was more like brother and sister, somehow. They both had the same curling dark hair and round, dark eyes, identical in shape and colour. However, she didn’t look old enough to be his mother. But then, where were their parents? Where was Dow’s?

Dow and Vulfu shared the same eyes… that beautiful upturned green-grey colour, and sharper features in the face. I was certain Vulfu was his older brother, or even half-brother. He certainly seemed to show Dow moments of affection more often than the others, their little headbutts lingering just a few seconds more. Although, this didn’t stop Vulfu from giving Dow swats when he misbehaved or ticked him off. But I also had a sneaking suspicion that Dow and Mowha were related, too. He came to her often for attention, in the way that I would my own mother. Wanting a quick snuggle, or to steal a portion of food from her. And the similarity in their names didn’t escape my notice, though I noted that Dow’s name was more of an, ow , sound, than Mowha’s, row, sound.

We all watched as the boys continued to dance around Krahu, holding her work just out of reach while she spun about, furious and scolding. Finally, Vulfu wandered over, though I noted that the corner of his mouth was lifting ever so slightly, like he was amused by the boys’ antics. At his arrival, Kray immediately threw the top at Krahu, and both of them took off to the trees, still laughing and grinning wide with mischief. Krahu snorted at them, snatching her top and made her way back over to us, her irritation clear in the way she moved and how her brows were pulled together over her eyes. It was funny that even here in the wild, the younger generation could get on our nerves just like in society.

Chuckling a little to myself, I went to focus on my work again, when Mowha gave my shoulder a little tap to get my attention. I peered up at her, curious when I noticed how she warily kept an eye on Vulfu, watching him until he disappeared into the trees at the far side of the clearing, before she moved, tugging on my hand like she wanted me to follow.

Confused but intrigued, I followed, careful to watch my step so that I wouldn’t give us away by falling into the water. Mowha clearly didn’t want Vulfu to see us, and so I did my best to be as discreet as possible as we wandered into the bushes on the other side of the creek. Mowha peered around often, watching to see if we were being followed, or seen by the others, but I felt like we were quite hidden here. What was she up to?

Mowha slunk through the denser, wild shrubbery, sliding on her stomach as though reaching for something, while I waited hunched down amongst the brambles and leaves, as curious as my mom’s cat at home whenever I would go into the pantry. When she reemerged, sitting on her knees, holding something out for me to see, I felt my body still.

My purple sleeping bag.

Slowly, I reached for it, the material as smooth as I remembered, the colour still bright and pretty. She must have gone back for it and let it dry out before she decided to show it to me. It smelled a little, but I honestly didn’t care. She’d seen how affected I was by Vulfu’s decision to remove traces of my old life when he’d thrown my bag into the river. And so, she went back and brought a piece of it for me to have. A piece of home. It was just a sleeping bag, yeah, but it represented so much to me that I felt like I was never going to see again. I brought it to my chest and squeezed it, like it was a great treasure I thought I’d lost forever.

My chest went tight, and tears pricked my eyes as I hugged it, so touched that Mowha had ventured back on her own to fetch me something of my old life. When I looked up at her, tears sliding down my cheeks, she nodded to me, and carefully took it back, mumbling a few words that sounded like, mowha, burrda . Burrda. I was certain that meant sleeping area, burrow, sleeping hollow. It was the private space that each member of the family had, and I put together what she was saying. She’d keep it safe for me there, in her own burrow, where I could access it when I wished, and where it would be safe from Vulfu’s prying eyes.

I allowed her to take it, nodding in understanding. But before she could run off with it to hide, I reached up and wrapped my arms around her neck, hugging her tightly. She froze when I pressed a kiss to her cheek. When I let her go, she touched the spot curiously. She’d seen me do it with Vulfu probably a hundred times by now, but never to anyone else. Her mouth twitched, like she liked the little gesture of affection, before she leaned in and did the same to my own cheek, though her mouth was very tight and firm. It was gentle, much more gentle than the headbutts they gave.

“Thank you, Mowha,” I whispered. There was no word for thank you in their language, but I hoped the tone in my voice, the tears in my eyes, and smile on my face was enough to convey how grateful I was for her actions.

Her deep, chocolate, caramel eyes watched me, like she was putting together what I was trying to communicate, and nodded, looking as choked up as I felt.

“Mowha vahsh. Mmuh Vulfu,” she said, giving the rolled up sleeping bag a little shake. She had to get moving before we were caught. I nodded eagerly, following her a ways until we made it to the creek again, and she broke away, hurrying fast into the home before anyone would notice the bundle in her arms.

“No, no… wah-turrr ,” I said slowly and loudly, enunciating as much as possible.

“Wahdruh!”

“Wah-wah!”

“Wurr-durrrr!”

I’d been trying in vain to teach the others some words in English, but it had been a struggle. Even when they managed to get pronunciation right, they had a hard time remembering it again later.

“Wah-terrrr,” Kray said suddenly, the r’s rolling off his tongue like an animal, and I spun to beam at him excitedly.

“That’s it, Kray! Yes! Water!”

“Wah-terrrr!” he said again, proudly, giving Dow a punch on the shoulder as his friend continued to struggle.

Vulfu had stormed away at this point, along with Dahka, frustrated that he was having a difficult time with it. Mowha had been patient, and to her credit, tried again and again, but was one of the ones who often forgot it not long afterward. Only Kray, Dow, Krahu, and Mowha remained, all trying their hardest to mimic the sounds I was making.

“Wah-derrrr,” Dow said finally, much closer than before. I praised him at once, hoping that the positive reinforcement would encourage him to keep trying.

“Bur-hee!” Kray said, holding up a raspberry.

“Yes, that’s it! Berry. That’s a raspberry, but a berry all the same.” I stopped myself, my prattling not helping. “Berry. Yahv! Yes.”

“Bur-hee. Yessss,” he hissed upon the second word like a snake.

“Bur-hee!” Dow said, quickly, not wanting to be outdone by his friend.

“You got it, Dow!” I said to him, nodding.

Both Kray and Dow had proven to be the best students over the past few weeks. They picked up more English words out of anyone, and I noted that, unfortunately, whenever I stubbed my toe or something and cursed under my breath, they’d glance over and grin mischievously, like they knew I was saying something naughty, and would proceed to go around for about twenty minutes after, repeating the words again and again.

“Gawd-daaaam!”

“Sssshhhheeeet!”

“Oh my God, guys, stop it!” I’d roll my eyes at them, wishing that cursing wouldn’t be their first English words, but there was nothing I could do once they got going. Their favourite one to say, of course, was the worst.

“Fuuuuhk!” They’d practically yell, laughing hysterically whenever I’d balk. “Fuuuuhk! Fuuuuhk, Stevvy! Fuuuuhk!”

“Holy moly, stop saying that! You have no idea what that even means–”

“Dow Fuuuuhk!” Kray said, grinning wide as he gave his friend a push.

“Mmuh! Kray Fuuuuhk!”

“Bloody hell, stop!” I begged them, to which they’d only laugh and run away, still chanting the word over and over again.

So today, I kept it simple with day-to-day things that we saw, like water, berries, meat, sun, trees . Or simple conversation words, like yes, no, big, small, like, not like . I tried to dumb it down, because their language was incredibly simple. So, I had to make English as simple as possible when forming the words together.

“Dow liiiii-kuh bur-hee,” he said, holding up a raspberry before popping it into his mouth.

“Oh wow, yes! Yes Dow! That’s great!”

Kray shoved his friend’s shoulder then, and poked my ribs, not wanting to be outdone. “Eeeet ffffoo-duh!” He grabbed a dried piece of meat and ripped off a portion with his teeth, waggling his eyebrows like I should be impressed. Honestly, I was. Of both of them. Out of everyone, the fact that it was these two jokesters that were picking up my language the fastest honestly took me by surprise. But I was so pleased that they were so excited about it.

“That’s right, Kray. Eat! You eat food.” I smiled at him, glancing over at Krahu and Mowha who were both still sputtering over water . Veshy was sitting at the edge of the creek, uninterested in learning any English, and I couldn’t blame her. She was much older than the rest, and when I first started teaching, she was the very first to bow out.

From above, at the top of the incline, Vulfu huffed angrily.

It surprised me to see him looking so irritated, and I dismissed it at first, thinking he was just over the whole “learning English” thing and perhaps we were all annoying him with the strange new sounds. Wanting to see him smile, while everyone else was practicing, I picked up an acorn that I’d collected as one of the items to teach the others and climbed up to my handsome wild man.

As I got closer, however, I could make out how his brows were furrowed, his jaw clenched as he purposefully avoided my gaze, looking everywhere else but me. Oh my God, he was even more upset than I realized. He actually looked angry. When I was only a few feet away, he turned, hiding his face.

“Vulfu?” I whispered, still in shock over the sight of him like this. He ignored me. “Vulfu, wahoe? What’s wrong?” But his response was only to turn a little more, continuing to hide, his body as tense and rigid as the thick, sturdy trunk of the redwoods. “Vulfu, wahoe?” I asked again and reached out, my fingers brushing against his hand. Almost like he couldn’t help himself, he turned his palm, opening it to my touch, though his face remained pointedly turned away. I let the tips of my fingers brush over his rough, calloused skin, loving the warmth of it, the strength behind it, as well as the gentleness he always exhibited to me. When my fingers interlocked with his, he gave me a little squeeze.

Very slowly, he turned, though his head was angled to the ground, his cheeks slightly red, and I could get a better look at him. His expression very much reminded me of my father whenever he was upset about something, but the man never ever expressed his feelings to my mother or me. He shut them up and the biggest giveaway was the flush on his face and the tight way he held his mouth, exactly as Vulfu was doing now.

But the primal man before me wasn’t one to look like this … like he was disappointed and embarrassed. It was strange and bizarre to see him so vulnerable, and I desperately wanted to know what was wrong, but he was shutting me out, like most men tended to do. Bottling up their feelings only to burst sometime later when whatever was hurting them finally seemed to overflow to the point where they could not contain it any longer.

I wasn’t going to have that.

“No way, Mr. Grumpy. You look at me right now. C’mon. Chomm. Wahoe !” I asked with more urgency, hating seeing him like this.

From the creek, I could hear Dow suddenly burst out, “Kray fuuuuhk wah-derrrr ah’ bur-heessss!” which only made me groan and roll my eyes as I listened to Kray laugh hysterically.

But it was that moment that everything clicked, because as Dow had exclaimed in his best English that his friend evidently enjoyed fucking his drink and food, Vulfu’s entire body tensed so much, every muscle was taut, the veins in his arms and neck straining against his tanned skin, and his teeth clicked as he strained his jaw. He snatched his hand away from me and turned completely so I was staring at his broad, muscled back.

Vulfu was embarrassed that he wasn’t grasping English.

I suppose for him, he was used to being the best at most things, the one to teach the others what to do and how to do it. To be bested by the youngest ones in his family, I wonder if his pride was taking a harder hit than I realized, and for the first time, he was probably feeling a little humbled, to an extent. Embarrassed to be bested by someone else.

Wordlessly, I circled around him so that I stood before his hunched sitting figure, as tight as a boulder. I thought if I tried to take his hand again, he would refuse to give it, but to my relief, the moment I touched the back of it, he allowed me to open his palm, forcing it to lie flat before I carefully placed the acorn there. His grey-green eyes snapped to it, staring without expression at the little nut in his hand, like he was surprised to see it there. Slowly, after a few seconds of silent contemplation, he lifted his gaze to mine.

Nodding to him, reaching out to cup his beautiful face in my tiny hands, I whispered to him, “Vulfu gwod. Vulfu shvuoy… Khuhgwo. Stevvy gwukh aghaal Vulfu. Gwod.”

Vulfu lots. Vulfu strong… protect. Stephanie like leader Vulfu. Lots.

Slowly, I let one of my hands drift down the side of his neck, the action making him shiver just slightly, but it caused the tension in his shoulders to relax enough that I could rest it over his heart. “I love this, Vulfu. Stevvy gwukh.” Again, I tapped his heart. “You are so strong, Vulfu. Shvuoy. But you’re also gentle and loving.” I crouched so that my face was at level with his and smiled as wide as I could without showing my teeth to him. “I love ALL of you, as you are. You not knowing English?” I nodded over his shoulder to where Kray and Dow were now having a splash war in the creek, the women sitting nearby all squawking in alarm and annoyance as they, too, got sprayed by their fight. “Vulfu mmuh English?” I shook my head and smiled again. “It doesn’t matter. You are so much without that.” I hated that I couldn’t fully communicate this to him. That I couldn’t explain how it didn’t matter to me that there was something he couldn’t do. All that he could was enough. “It doesn’t matter,” I said again.

I leaned in then and pressed my lips to his, my hand still splayed over his heart, which steadily began to pick up its pace the longer I kissed him.

“Stevvy gwukh Vulfu ,” I said again firmly.

I felt the vibration from his mouth as a hum rumbled from deep in his chest. After a few seconds, I felt his large, strong hand slide up the sides of my thighs until he was gripping my hips. Sighing against his lips, I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, loving how he easily lifted me up like I weighed nothing to him, and sat me on his lap, my legs spread wide to fit around his waist. He rolled my skirts up, exposing my sex to him and, holding my gaze with his shining eyes, he unlaced his ties and pulled his cock free. Right there, in front of everyone, he thrust up into me and guided my hips to rock in his lap.

We fucked right there in the clearing, uncaring that we were exposed to everyone. The thought that he was our leader, that his word was final, made it exciting to me that I had to obey him. Grinning like a vixen, I obliged him, happily giving in to his demands, riding him in desperation, all while kissing him deeply.

He always set my blood on fire, sending it singing through my veins in a way that had me curling around him, begging for more. I eagerly met every thrust of his, needing him just as much as I felt like he needed me. The rest of the world drowned out, the fact my eyesight was so blurred only made it easier, and soon it was just me and him together, sitting in the sun, getting lost in each other as we lost ourselves in one of the most primal ways human beings could connect with one another. Together this way, we were able to say so much about how we felt for one another without words. Without explanation. It was all there in every look, every touch, and every kiss.