Page 43 of Marked By Feral Monsters
She does as I say, and I follow along the inner walls, to the right of the entrance, and find my ignition. Striking the flint, a flame sparks and I dip it into the oil ring, igniting a narrow row along the perimeter of the cave, flowing in a circle around us, lighting up my entire home.
I was just here.
But it feels different right now. Eden is with me. I've brought my tiny human home. I ignore the discomfort in my chest, the worry, and turn, forcing myself to face her.
And she is alight with joy. My shoulders relax, releasing a tension I've held since we arrived. Perhaps a tension I've held since she walked away from our waterfall several days ago.
Her pale cheeks glow, eyes wide and watery. She sees everything, with a look of wondrous beauty on her face. Miles from her home, from everything—and she's excited. I turn and look around my space, trying to see it through her eyes. It's cavernous, fit for an orc.
I've built all the furniture myself. I sew my own clothes and bedding. I've done everything myself, and now I will do everything for us both.
I just want a partner to keep me company. To share the small moments, among other things.
Nervously, I take her around the cave, and show her where I prepare food. There is dried meat and fruit on one side, near the back. I ask if she's hungry. She says she is not. Humans, I realize, don't need as much sustenance as an orc.
I assure her the back of the cave is coolest, and foolish animals will not venture in to steal food, and so she need not worry about predators while she sleeps. She is less concerned about this prospect than I expected. I decide it's going well. Eden is trusting, smiling, unconcerned with the harsh realities of forest life. I like this. I like that she is carefree.
I puff my chest bigger as I show her more of my things. She is easy to impress. I show her a bench with piles of fabric, and assure her I can sew her an extra shift if she needs one. It will not be as intricate or fine as hers, I add shamefully, but like everything else so far, she waves me off.
"This is more than I ever expected, Ulack."
I do not know what to say to this. I stand back while she runs her hands along my furnishings. I have one chair for myself, sitting near the small, unlit fire pit for cooking. I will make another smaller chair for her, though I prefer her in my lap. Still, I will begin construction tomorrow.
I'll need to build steps for the bed as well. She could climb into it, but it will take effort. I will lift her for now.
She continues to run her hand over everything, touching all of my things. Pride swells in my chest, her delighted expression never wavering.
Until her curious fingertips find the hole in the wall near my bed.
"Ulack?" she asks, brows furrowing. Shame briefly colors my cheeks. I look away and clear my throat, feeling even more uncomfortable when she reaches her arm into the deep, smooth hole I've cut into the stone wall.
"Is this—" Her words cut off when she finally looks up and sees me blushing.
It takes her a moment, then she gasps and turns back to the hole, running her hands along the edges. She tries to see howdeep it goes, but her whole arm, up to the shoulder, disappears, and I know she hasn't hit the back.
I clear my throat and shrug. "It's quite deep. At the back, there is another hole that drops down toward the ground, so the cum has a place to pool before drying. Easier to clean."
"Ulack, you use this to…?" she makes a jerking-off motion with her hands. I nod, still blushing.
My ear twitches, burning hot, but then… my nostrils flare.
I can smell her pussy, concentrated by the confined space of the cave. She's wet for me. For this.
Eden doesn't look at me like I should be ashamed for being overly interested in sexual pleasure. She enjoys it.
And then I remember—with all of my nerves and self-doubt, how could I have forgotten how I met my Eden? Alone on the trail, needy and desperate and unfulfilled. Touching herself like some lost, wanton maiden.
"You like this idea? Of me fucking the wall?" I ask, taking a step closer.
She swallows. Her lovely, delicate throat contracts. I kneel so I can look her in the eye.
"I'm sure it hasn't escaped your notice that we don't exactly—" she waves a hand between us, "fit."
It's her turn to blush, but she bites her lip, scrunching up her face and turns to look around the expansive cave. "Umm, Ulack, how come you're not… I mean, there are obviously other females in your tribe…"
I scrub a hand over my chin. "I wondered if you would ask this. Come sit on my lap, Eden."
I walk to the bed and lift her up. The frame rests high above the ground, the top layered in thick skins and furs. It's comfortable, hopefully even more so than the pile of furs she slept on beneath the stars.
