Page 19 of Bigfoot Threw Rocks at Me

Mark nods, swallowing his discomfort.

"What did he say?"

"He said he finds you very attractive and understands why you and I were a couple,” I translate, watching as Stripe stands quietly by, observing our interaction.

Mark looks Stripe up and down, taking in his imposing form.

"Attractive, huh?"

I reach out and touch Mark’s arm gently.

"Don’t worry, Mark. Consent is very important here. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Mark takes a moment to really look at Stripe, his eyes scanning the Eldruk from head to toe. I notice Mark’s eyes linger on Stripe's thick member for just a moment too long. Then, unexpectedly, a blush creeps into Mark’s cheeks.

"I mean, I can kind of see the allure," he admits, almost reluctantly.

I laugh lightly at his comment, pleased by his shift in perspective.

"They are quite something to behold, aren't they?" I say, my eyes glancing over to Stripe.

"Thank you, Stripe, for bringing the wood. That was very thoughtful."

Stripe nods, then takes one last curious look at Mark before he turns to leave the chamber.

As soon as Stripe exits, Mark puts his head in his hands, his shoulders slumping visibly. The day's revelations and the emotional rollercoaster seem to have finally caught up with him. He looks utterly exhausted.

"Mark, you should sleep a while," I suggest gently, touching his arm to offer some comfort.

He looks up at me, weariness etched across his face. Without a word, he nods and slowly lies down on the moss bed. It doesn't take long before his eyes flutter shut, and he drifts off to sleep. I watch him for a few minutes, observing the steady rise and fall of his chest. The tension on his face eases as he slips deeper into sleep.

While Mark sleeps, I think I’ll take a little midnight trip to Kruk’s chamber. It’s a sort of wedding night, after all, and we all know what couples do on their wedding night…

Chapter eleven

I head back to my chamber after a night of frenzied fucking with Kruk. I feel surprisingly well rested considering how many times we banged. Who knew ancient beings could be so talented in bed? I hope Mark slept well. He’ll need his strength today for his return home.

As I approach my chamber door, a strange sound catches my ear. Muffled grunts and wet smacking drift through the tunnel. I pause, tilting my head to listen. The noises quicken, sounding almost frantic.

I pause. My heart begins to race. What is Mark doing in there?

I approach the chamber quietly, not wanting to disturb whatever is happening inside. Carefully, I turn the corner and peek into the room.

There on my bed lies Stripe, his massive furry body taking up nearly the entire mattress. His thick cock stands upright, throbbing and glistening. Kneeling before him is Mark, desperately licking and sucking the Eldruk's enormous shaft.

I gasp softly at the sight. Mark's eyes are glazed over with lust, his focus entirely consumed by pleasuring Stripe's cock. He seems almost possessed, stroking himself feverishly as he works his tongue up and down the veiny length. Drool drips from his chin as he struggles to fit the head in his mouth, grunting with exertion. My eyes flick to Stripe. He lies relaxed amidst the moss, one clawed hand gently guiding Mark's movements. His golden eyes find mine, and he grins knowingly. I feel my cheeks flush, arousal beginning to stir between my legs.

"Well, well," I purr, sauntering into the room. Mark jerks his head toward me, eyes wide.

"Don't stop on my account," I say, feeling a wicked grin spread across my face.

I crawl onto the bed, sidling up next to Mark.

"Let me help you with that," I murmur, grasping Stripe's enormous girth with both hands.

My fingers meet just below the head of Stripe’s cock, teasing the sensitive underside, causing him to moan in delight. Mark looks over at me, his eyes glazed over with lust but also filled with an apology.

"It's alright," I say, winking at him. "The Eldruk are pretty irresistible."

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