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I break off the kiss, but his finger grazes against the lips of my innocence, making me whimper in fear and pleasure. “Askan…”

“I can taste it,” he says, his eyes wide, glowing and green, his mouth open as he pants, fangs gleaming ivory white. “I can taste your need.”

“You’re too big,” I gasp out.

He growls with furious need and gets onto his knees. I can see the red of the bandage on his powerful back, but he ignores the pain, throwing his loincloth aside and getting on all fours in front of me on the thick fur coat. His cock is like a spear, his huge, thick weapon that bobs between his legs, dripping pre-cum endlessly. He grabs my pants, pulling them down, exposing my slick, needy slit.

Then he leans in, kissing me again, but there’s a new tenderness to him, all his need restrained, his body tensed, every muscle in his body flexed as he fights against the mating rage. He runs his huge, hot, wet tongue down my neck, then pulls the shirt off, then my tunic, until I am naked in front of him, completely exposed, my nipples hard and desperate. I’m scared, but the feverish rush of need is overwhelming me, and each breath I take in I smell his thick, heady musk, this mix of testosterone and pheromones from the alpha that smells so right it drives me insane. I can’t stop my hips from bucking upwards, spreading my legs open as he runs that huge, hot, wet tongue over my breasts, down my stomach, and down between my legs.

He stares up at me, green eyes glowing, his black hair a thick, beastly mane down his neck as he kisses my pussy, then runs his tongue up and down my slit. “Askan,” I gasp, my cheeks flushed red, somehow feeling embarrassed at how good it feels, as if it is shameful, giving in to my desire for the monster.

His callused green hands slide up my body, grabbing my tits, squeezing them together and pinching my nipples as I whimper and moan, the sounds of my pleasure echoing through the cave. He puts his right hand down on the ground beside me, reaching down with his left hand and grabbing his huge, throbbing cock, unable to resist pumping it as he feasts on my nectar, his eyes wide and staring up at me as I writhe and buck at the sudden, overwhelming pleasure.

Askan’s huge, wet tongue forms a point, pressing firmly against my clit, sliding up and down faster and faster as the orgasm builds, rising from the base of my spine and surging up through my body in a wave of pleasure and heat. He forces out every ounce of pleasure, then presses forward, resting his cock against my stomach, his huge, hanging, sweaty balls against my sopping wet slit, his cock throbbing and spitting pre-cum which drips down into my belly button as he strokes. I open my mouth, craving him, and he growls, moving forward until the head of his cock is at my lips, and I reach my tongue out, flicking it against the slit of his fully engorged manhood. He groans and unleashes, his warm, salty seed filling my mouth, so much of it that even as I swallow, it drips down my lips, all over my tits and body, wave after wave. It tastes strangelyright,and I want it inside me, reaching up and grabbing his grapefruit-sized balls and massaging them of every drop until he collapses heavily beside me, both of us panting.

Our eyes lock, a world of unspoken emotion held in our gaze. Then he pulls me against his broad, sweaty chest, wrapping me up in the thick fur of his coat, a warm cocoon that smells of him. My mind filled with the golden afterglow of the orgasm, I nuzzle up against his chest, his coarse fingers weaving a gentle dance through my hair. I’m hit by the tiredness all at once, exhausted yet protected, letting myself bask in his protective aura.

7

ASKAN

Astrange sensation wakes me from my exhausted slumber. The stillroot gave me a deep sleep, so long that the early dawn light is flittering in over the packed snows of the avalanche. The weight of Hazel in my arms is a reassurance while stirring the first waves of fear.

She is so small, so perfect, so innocent, and my beastliness defiles her. The taste of her arousal was like a nectar of the Gods, driving me insane with need, and just the memory of last night makes my cock stir awake. I dreamt of her, twisted, crazed dreams of being hunted, of spears whistling by us as we ran, and I did not know if she was running from me or with me.

My ears prick up at the sound of deep, familiar voices. Any other time, they would have flooded me with reassurance.

Now they are death.

"Blood," I hear, the syllables breaking the stillness. Gorrim, a man I grew up with, a man I went on my first hunting trip with, long ago. He's following the trail of blood I left behind, staining the snows as I pulled Hazel to safety.

The heavy crunch of boots on ice gets closer, and I jostle Hazel awake.

She blinks, blearily, her budding smile dying when she sees the expression on my face.

"My war-brothers. They have our trail."

Her eyes widen in panic. "What do we do?"

I cock my ear. "There's at least two of them." I grip her shoulder. "Listen closely. You need to act as my captive. If they even get a hint that I am working with you, they'll kill us both." I reach into my leather satchel, quickly grabbing rope, and she dresses herself in a hurry, turning onto her front. I bind her wrists behind her back and stand just as Gorrim appears, crouching and looking through the five-foot gap between the snows and the cave top

"Gorrim!" I yell, keeping my voice jovial.

"Askan!" booms out Gorrim, his deep voice echoing.

He pulls himself into the cave, followed by Rakar. Wolf heads dance on Rakar's skin as he ducks under the lip of the cave, tattoos he earned after he slaughtered a dozen of the King's men in an ambush. He has pale scars from their bullets telling the story of that fight on his chest. He grins in recognition, glad that I am alive. "Askan! We heard the avalanche and feared you may be deep below the snows."

"You think I'm so slow an avalanche would catch me?"

"And look what you got for us." Rakar sniffs, testing her scent. It makes my hackles rise. Without realizing I moved, I've shifted slightly, putting my body between her and the two men.

The dark terror in Hazel's scent turns my stomach.

Rakar hesitates. He can feel something unspoken, a shift in the dynamics.

"The shamans entrusted me to get a virgin sacrifice. Only I will touch her," I growl, and they both stop, blinking uneasily.

"Of course. I could not stand to be near a devilish worm like her," snarls Rakar. "It must have twisted your stomach to have to sleep in the cave with her."

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