Page 11 of Corvak's Challenge

"Could. Agreed." Can't stop imagining how that curl would feel against my skin, or to run my fingers over the shell of her ear, or?—

A low humming catches my attention. The sound is distant at first, and then grows stronger, and it seems to be emanating from her.

Aidy lifts her head, glancing around the cave, and she seems as startled as I am. "What is that sound?"

"I thought it was you," I admit, sitting up. The blanket falls to my waist, hiding my erection, but it bares my chest. As it slides down, Aidy's gaze moves to my pectorals, as if seeing them for the first time.

"Oh my," Aidy breathes. Her hand goes to my chest, and she touches it, her fingers skimming lightly over the hair furred there. "You're humming."

I put my hand over hers, pressing her palm flat against my chest, and I keep watching her face. Her pink lips are parted, her nostrils flaring as her breathing quickens. How is she the most erotic thing I have ever seen? Is this why they sent her with me? To tempt me with what I will have if I am successful in their game? If so, it is working beautifully. I'm consumed with the urge to claim her, to push her down into the furs and make her mine forever.

She takes my hand and moves it to her chest, between her breasts. "I think I'm humming, too. Can you feel it?"

I nod.

"What does it mean?" Her gaze flicks to my mouth.

"I don't know. The others didn't hum."

"Maybe…maybe something was wrong with theirs."

"Or right with ours," I counter. My hand is still on her chest, her fingers brushing over mine. She's clothed so I can't touch her skin there, but I can feel the swells of her breasts and brush one with my thumb.

Aidy's breath hitches. Her gaze flicks to mine and then she leans forward and puts her mouth on me.

I'm shocked.

I remain still, trying to determine exactly what she is trying to accomplish with her mauling. Her lips move against mine, over and over, and I do not find it unpleasant. I do not understand it, but I don't dislike it either. I wait for her to use herteeth, to truly attack, but she does not. "Aidy, why are you trying to eat my face?"

"What?" She rears back in surprise at my words. Then, she gives a little shake. "Oh god, that wasn't me just now."

It wasn't? "Who was it?"

"No, I mean…" Her hands flick through the air in a nervous gesture. "I mean that isn't something I normally do!"

I understand. We have been together for days now and this is the first time she has tried to eat my face. No wonder she is confused. "Perhaps you should eat something if you are hungry."

"I'm not hungry! That's not why I—" she sputters, then shakes her head. "You know what? Just never mind. Forget about it."

As if I could forget such a thing. But for her sake, I suppose I shall try. "Then we should go soon. We have been in one place for far too long and we need distance between ourselves and the others."

She gets to her feet. "Fine. Let's just go. I packed while you were unconscious so we could be ready."

Why does she sound upset at me? If anything, I am the one that should be upset. It wasmyface she mauled. My face she was planning on eating. I think I have been very understanding about her strange actions. As she turns to get the packs she has prepared, I stand up, testing my limbs. Everything feels fine, even though I was unconscious for a time. No aches, no pains, no chills.

Well, no… there is one very specific ache that is not subsiding.

I look down at my cock, jutting forth from the sad remains of my loincloth. It is clearly outlined, the thin material tenting over my length. I put my hands on my hips, willing it to subside. I'm not going to be able to walk with my cock throbbing and bouncing in the air. There has to be a way to make it subside.

But what? I have no experience with such things. "I am not certain I can journey right now."

Aidy turns around, and her gaze drops to my cock. Her eyes widen and she stares down at it, which only makes my body respond even more. My skin prickles with awareness of her interest, and if anything, the humming in my chest grows louder. As I watch, the fabric covering my cock grows a damp circle.

"My meds have worn off." I'm not sad about it. It feels too good to have my cock full and heavy, the thick weight of my sac swinging low even as my cock strains outward.

"Oh. You were taking meds. I…see. Do you…need a moment?" Her voice is husky, soft. Gorgeous. Hungry. She keeps staring down at my hips, at the length jutting from my body.

I bite back a groan. "I need you to stop speaking like that."

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