“Claire, you—” she heard Leukos say but she kept on walking towards where the noises were originating from.
There was more yelling and shrieking and she realized with mounting horror that the sounds were coming from down the hallway. “In her bedroom,” she said, barely glancing back at Leukos.
Amy started screaming. All out screaming. A blood-curdling sound that had her running. Leukos grabbed her from behind and picked her up, turning and walking away.
Away.
“What are you doing?” She tried to get out of his grip.
He only stopped walking when they reached the living room. Thankfully the screaming had died down by then. Her need to help Amy had not. “Let me go! He’s hurting her. It must be Orrick. What are you—?” She stopped short, noticing that he was laughing. His shoulders shook and his eyes glinted.
“What’s so funny?” She put her hands on her hips. “We have to help her. Have you lost your mind?”
“No, we don’t have to help her. They’re having sex.”
“What?” She frowned. “Who’s having—?” Then she realized. Claire gasped. “Worth and Amy?”
Leukos nodded. He chuckled. “Yes.”
Amy began wailing again. The wail turned into another scream. The sound was high-pitched and filled with…pleasure. The yells had been the same. Pleasure, not pain. “Holy crap! Again?” She locked eyes with Leukos. “She’s – you know – again?” Claire snorted.
He nodded. “It seems that way.”
“So loud. Then again, it is Amy we’re talking about.” She laughed. Leukos didn’t laugh at all, in fact, he’d turned completely serious, which puzzled her.
“I guess we don’t need to have that talk after all,” Leukos remarked when the screaming finally died down again. “It looks like they’re doing just fine without us.”
“I’d say.” Good god, it really had sounded like she was being tortured there for a moment.
“What do you say we get out of here before it gets noisy again?”
“Again?” Her eyes widened.
“We’re not human. The Feral have plenty of stamina. We’re also highly competitive.”
“Competitive? There is no one else in the room ‒ I would imagine ‒ so what’s there to be competitive about?”
“Until a female is mated, she is considered fair game. Any male may try to win her and even mount her. It is then up to the female to pick who she is most compatible with. Any time a male takes a female to his furs ‒ his bed ‒ he must be on top form. Worth is trying to prove to Amy that he is the right male for her. That she should pick him.”
“A woman will sleep with different men?” Her words were whispered, her eyes felt as wide as dinner plates.
“Yes.” Leukos grinned. “Relax! It is a Feral custom. We would never expect a human to want to follow in our traditions. It is expected but can ultimately be hard on a male, especially if he loses. I’m glad you’re human, Claire.” He took her hand and squeezed.
The yelling started up again. Hard moans that had the air catching in her lungs for a moment. “I guess Worth is trying to be safe rather than sorry.” Leukos chuckled.
“I guess so.” She made a face and broke into fits of laughter.
Leukos joined in. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, still smiling. “I think we should get some food into your belly.”
The yells turned more insistent. How had she mistaken that for pain and suffering? Her mind conjured up images of the two of them having sex. Bodies grinding together. Legs parted. Hips thrusting. She felt a zing of need emanate from between her thighs. The feeling pooled in her belly. Her nipples tightened
She nodded, her cheeks feeling heated as well. “I had hoped to change into fresh clothing.” She looked down at herself. Shit, her nipples were almost poking holes through her shirt. She wanted to hug herself to try to hide the fact but was sure that it would only highlight the problem more.
“I’ll grab a bag for you. You can change at my place,” he raised his brows, “if that works for you?”
“Okay.” She just wanted to get out of there. It felt weird getting turned on by other people having sex. It was probably being sparked by her attraction to Leukos.
The shouts and groans were getting louder and louder. Her clit was throbbing at this point. Her own needs and desires reaching a bursting point. It had been at least a year since she’d had sex. A guy she’d dated a couple of times. The sex was awful. So much so that she hadn’t seen him again after. There had been very little foreplay and it had been over in less than a minute. He’d rolled over and had promptly gone to sleep. To sleep! Claire had grabbed her things and left. She ignored his texts, which had quickly dried up. She suspected that it wouldn’t be like that with someone like Leukos. He seemed attentive and caring. Men like that made the best lovers because they cared.
Leukos returned with a bag moments later, just as Amy was having her next orgasm. It was much louder than the previous one. She noticed that Leukos’ jaw was tight. His eyes were narrowed and angry looking. It was lust! It had to be. He was feeling the same way as she was. Hot and bothered. “Let’s go!” he rumbled, putting a hand on the small of her back.
It felt intimate. She enjoyed his touch. Maybe a little too much. “Yes, let’s.”
They walked outside. Leukos handed her the bag, which she slung over her back. This time when he took his clothes off so that he could shift, she didn’t look away. She should. She really, really should…but she couldn’t. Claire looked! Boy did she ever.
His cock was semi-erect. He didn’t try to hide or to turn away. In fact, his jaw tightened up a whole lot more when he caught her staring. His eyes stayed on hers the whole time. Leukos screeched as he changed into his animal form. He arched his back and screeched again. Then he was picking her up and taking to the sky, moving with more urgency than before.
* * *
His mind raced as he flew. Maybe he shouldn’t take her back to his nest. Where then? Somewhere public. Somewhere— No, he was acting like a juvenile, when he was a keythong in his prime. The king. Problem was that he wanted this female and with a fierceness that had had his adrenaline pumping. That had his prick filling and his blood firing with lust.
As the humans liked to say, screw it!
Decision made, he headed home and landed. His chest heaved…not from exertion but from need. He bit back another screech as he shifted. It was difficult to shift with an engorged prick. The transformation hurt.
Leukos helped her through the doorway, noting that her cheeks were still pink. Her breathing was definitely shallow. Her nipples were still hard, her breasts seemed to strain against her shirt. He diverted his gaze, trying to get his prick under control. He didn’t want it getting any harder. It was a struggle. Claire scented strongly of soft, sweet female. It had been so damned long, and she was awakening every ounce of need while crushing any remnants of self-control.
Her eyes were wide. “I should go and shower and change.” She didn’t take her gaze off him.
“I should get dressed.” His voice was thick with need.
“You should.” Then her gaze was moving lower. Her eyes turning greedy as she took him in. Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink. Her mouth fell open slightly as she stared between his legs, at his now fully engorged prick. His balls had pulled tight. They throbbed with the need for release.
“Claire.” A rough whisper.
She licked her lips, her gaze coming back up but with reluctance – it seemed. “Yes?” A murmur. Her pupils were dilated.
“I don’t have much willpower here. You should really go.”
Chapter 9
The Feral king was a pussy.
There was nothing else to say about it. He was a great, big pussy. The female was practically begging for it. Gagging for it, and here he was trying to send her away. No wonder things had gone down the way they had all those years ago.
“Yes, I guess I should...” He watched as her throat worked. Watch
ed as her gaze drifted back to Leukos’ prick. Magnar had to hold back a groan of frustration. He wanted to yell “Fuck her already!” but he couldn’t. He needed to keep quiet and to stay hidden. He could not be captured.
He certainly shouldn’t be peering at them through the small crack in the open door of the closet. Not when Leukos the Great ‒ hah, make that Leukos the Joke ‒ was getting ready to put some clothes on. Magnar knew that he could be found out any second. He needed to move into the rear of the closet and hide behind the huge rack of human clothing so that he wouldn’t be caught. Yet, here he was, unable to take his eyes off the scene unfolding. What a fucking loser.
“I should,” she added when Leukos didn’t say anything, “leave.”
‘Fuck her already!’ Magnar screamed the words inside his head. ‘Do it!’ The female was ripe. Those tits. Fuck! That ass. If he was in that room, that human would be on her knees screaming by now. Creaming all over his prick, which he noted was hard and uncomfortable. Ever since he’d gotten a taste of human females, he’d become a little addicted. Oh well! These things happened.
Leukos still didn’t do anything. He still didn’t lift so much as a finger. “You said you needed to take things slow.”
Pussy!
“I said that things were going too fast.” She took a step towards him. Her body signals couldn’t be clearer. Was he waiting for her to undress or something? To beg for it? Most human females weren’t that bold.
“Same thing,” Leukos said, clenching and unclenching his fists, the male was trying to stop himself from lunging at her. He probably didn’t realize it, but he took a step towards her too. There wasn’t much space between them now.
Do it!
Magnar was sure he heard Leukos swallow.
“Is it…the same thing?” she asked, sounding timid. “Is it really?” They were tap-dancing around one another. Magnar shook his head.
“I’m sure it is.” Leukos nodded.
The female looked down at the ground and then chewed on her lip. Damn! She was losing her nerve. If that pussy male didn’t do something and fast, he was going to miss out. That meant that Magnar would have to stay holed up inside this closet for longer. “I was stating a fact…that was all.”
“What does that mean?” Leukos sounded confused. He also sounded horny. Magnar had to hold back a laugh. Was this male for real? What she was trying to say was that she wanted him to fuck her already. She’d changed her mind about waiting.
He watched as she licked her lips. Watched as the pink tip of her tongue swirled over her plump bottom lip. His balls ached.
“Never mind. I’ll go and—”
Finally…fucking finally, he reached out and squeezed her upper arm. “You’re trying to tell me that you’ve changed your mind about waiting. Is that it?”
She kept her eyes on him for a long fucking while. For a moment there Magnar was sure she would deny it.
Then she licked her lips again and nodded once. “I think I have.”
“Okay.” Leukos nodded once. He took another step towards her and cupped her jaw. “You want this…” He kissed her, taking his time about it.
The female whimpered as he pulled back.
‘Gagging’ had been the right word. Magnar was sure her snatch would be lovely and wet. Nice and tight too.
Fuck!
He gripped his shaft and gave it a tug. Magnar had not expected to be interested in watching these two get it on. He had expected the opposite. Especially since it was Leukos. He’d expected to want to sit tight at the back of the closet – maybe even sleep – until they were done. Yet here he was straining for a better view with his hand on his prick.
The female was slightly homely, a ‘girl next door’ type but there was something about her that appealed. Magnar was sure his king would approve. At least, he was sure that Ekon would want a female such as this. Maybe he should check her out, just to be sure.
Leukos pulled back slightly. “Is that what you want, Claire?”
“Yes,” she practically whispered.
“Do you want more?”
She nodded.
Interesting, he was toying a little with her now. Maybe not as big of a pussy as Magnar had thought. Then again, he had always looked up to the male…up until— He wasn’t thinking about that now.
Leukos captured her lips again, sliding a hand onto her plump, jean-clad ass and squeezing. Magnar’s balls pulled a little tighter and his hand closed a little more around his prick. He wanted to groan with need and frustration but held back.
This time it was the human who broke the kiss. She pulled away and disappointment hit. Magnar had been hoping—
Holy fuck!
She gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled the garment over her head. Her tits were even better than he had thought. She wore a white bra with lace detail. There was cleavage for fucking miles. His hand slid up and down his shaft a few times and he grit his teeth.
Leukos just stood there gaping like an idiot for a few long seconds. Almost too long. Amateur hour was in session. “Wow!” the male finally remarked. Loser! “You’re so incredibly beautiful.” His voice was thick with need.
The female smiled, looking shy.
“I’m desperate for you,” Leukos went on, his hands reaching for her again. He stroked her up and down her back – her back, for fuck sakes. There were better places to touch a female. “I want you in my bed.”
“Sounds good.” Her voice was soft and timid.
Leukos slowly ushered her to his furs, placing soft kisses on her lips with every step they took. How fucking sweet.
Magnar watched as he lay her down, leaning in to kiss her gently. It was vomit-worthy. Thankfully, he had a great view of the bed, seeing that the closet was right there alongside it. He needed to be very quiet, though, lest he be discovered. That wouldn’t do. His agenda was too important.
This time, when Leukos dipped down to kiss her, he cupped one of her soft mounds, his thumb rubbing over her tight nub. That must feel good for both parties.
The female sighed and arched into him, her legs falling open around the male’s thighs. She was a responsive little thing. Leukos kept kissing and squeezing, kissing and squeezing, finally giving her sensitive nipple a pinch. The human moaned.
Magnar was trying to pant quietly. He realized that he was tugging on his cock, his hand moving up and down…up and down, liable to shoot off before anything actually happened. Magnar might be a lot of things, but a pussy wasn’t one of them. He took his hand off of his throbbing member, just as Leukos cupped her snatch, rubbing on her clit through her jeans. The female cried out, making his balls pull even tighter. One thing he could say about Leukos, the male sure had patience. Tons of the stuff. Magnar would have been on round number two by now.
Leukos kept working her slit without actually taking off any more clothing and the female seemed to be loving it. Rocking and arching against his hand. Her eyes closed in ecstasy. Her cries growing more insistent. Her nipples looked huge. So fucking ripe through the thin fabric of her bra. He wanted Leukos to rip off the coverings already.
Finally, Leukos undid her pants and slid a hand inside them. Her eyes sprang open and she groaned in earnest. It was loud and deep and so carnal he nearly shot off, despite his hands being at his sides. Leukos worked her a little more; by her sharp pants and moans, it sounded like she might just come at any second. Her fingers dug into the male’s biceps. Her mouth was open. Oh yes, she was close. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy and her moans had become long and drawn out.
Leukos stopped, he pulled his hand out of her pants. His fingers were glistening with her juices. Magnar’s mouth watered for a taste. He had the weirdest urge to suck on the other male’s fingers. What the actual…? Where had that come from?
There was no time to dwell. Leukos leaned in a little. “I want to take these off.” He touched her jeans.
Magnar fought an eye-roll. Just pull them down to her knees already! Turn her around and fuck he
r. It wasn’t so difficult. What was the male’s problem?
“Yes.” A choked whisper.
Leukos moved back a little more and she began peeling off her own jeans. There was something erotic about watching a timid, shy female undress. He had to give that to Leukos. She lifted her hips and peeled the jeans down, taking her underwear with them.
Magnar leaned forward so much that his head touched the closet door, which opened by another quarter inch. His eyes widened. He stopped breathing. Would have stopped his heart if he could have.
Was he bust?
Was he—?
Magnar released a silent breath. Thank fuck, they didn’t seem to notice. Leukos’ eyes were too firmly on the female’s pussy. She had a thin strip of fur. Her thighs were lush. The king helped her pull the pants off from around her ankles. “Open your legs for me.” His voice had taken on a commanding edge. He was finally starting to take charge. Now this was the male he had known.
The human did as he asked. Her pussy was a beautiful pink, glistening strip. She was wet and ready.
“Wider,” Leukos commanded.
Magnar gripped the tip of his penis, partly because he didn’t want to come just yet and partly because he had to touch himself right then. It made him a sick fuck. He knew that. He just didn’t care. The female obliged, planting her feet wider on the bed. Well done, Leukos! Now he could see her gleaming slit and her pink hole.
“Good enough to eat,” Leukos said as he leaned down between her legs, using his shoulders to hold her open for him. The male leaned in and licked her pussy. The entire slit, ending up at her clit, which he suckled. The human gasped loudly, her eyes wide with shock. From the start, Leukos did a damned fine job, if Magnar was honest.
Leukos’ head bobbed up and down. He could hear wet, suckling noises. It was the female’s reaction that had him tugging on his cock. That had him gritting his teeth to stop himself from coming.
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