Page 59 of Untamed

After I get over my initial shock, I start to see... well... differences. My breasts are smaller than these females. So are my hips. I look like a string bean compared to them. My hair isn't like theirs. They look like river otters, sleek and shiny. Well, the hair on their heads is sleek and shiny. Their hair on their female parts is either non-existent or verysparse; meager, scanty, occasional.

I look some more. My teeth are sharper, too. And I don't think I'm this soft-looking. I look again at the females' expressions. Maybe the hurting isn't as bad as Mama thought? These females look content to have knobby sticks poking them every which way. A lot of them are eating the knobby sticks. And the males... they seem tolikeit. I look closer at the knobby sticks. They are all about the same. Kind of ugly, I think. Mactiir's is prettier. I think he may be larger, too.

"Qitsuk!" I hear Mactiir down in the cavern below.

"We're up here, In!" the Pup calls down, turning to smile at me. The smile drops as his face pales. He's on his feet a moment later. "Fuck my life. Fuck my life," he chants softly. "Oh, shit, fuck my life."

Odd Pup. Living with the Dark Male has made his mouth dirty, too.

Mactiir appears at the top of the stairs. He barely fits through the doorway. I notice that. Strange, how large this place is, and with so many big males living here, but this nest-box has a low ceiling and door. Almost as if it's anafterthought; reconsideration, modification, amendment.

"Qitsuk, you alright?" Mactiir walks to me without hesitation and smoothes his hand over my hair. My she-wolf settles, feeling much better with our- with him here.

I nod, then look down at his knobby stick. Granted, he's covered right now, but I can imagine him, and I do think he's bigger than-

"Whatthefuckis this?" Mactiir snatches the magazine from my hands.

"Fuck my life," the Pup wails. He races over, grabbing the magazine, or trying to.

Mactiir holds it above his head; wolf eyes narrowed dangerously at the Pup. He looks at the page I was on, his walnut eyes as dark as burnt wood. The female hastwomales poking at her on this page.

"My innocent mate saw this shit, Sarj." Teeth snap dangerously. Hair raises. I shift onto the balls of my feet, ready to run.

"I forgot I left it out," the Pup says miserably.

Mactiir rubs his hand over his face, his anger fading just enough to make me relax. "Sarj... she has no idea what this is."

"Sorry. Shit, I'm sorry, In."

"What can she possibly be thinking, now that she saw this? Fuck!" Mactiir growls. The magazine crumples in his fist.

I huff and snatch it away. Unlike the Pup, Mactiir doesn't try to keep me from reclaiming it. I hand it back to the Pup, making a soothing hum, smoothing the cover back down. Poor Pup, magazines are rare and unique, and Mactiir was ruining it like it means nothing. It's precious to the Pup. His scent is all over it.

"Thanks, Luna," the Pup whispers. A trembling hand takes it and hides it behind his back.

"You're lucky she doesn't understand," Mactiir is seething mad again. I can feel it vibrating in his body.

"Sorry," the Pup says again.

Mactiir just curls his lip, flashing dangerous canines at the much smaller male.

"Damnit," he snarls. "Will she be even more scared, Sarj? She doesn't trust males, and now she'll think all I want is to dress her up pretty and fuck her senseless."

The Pup's shoulders are curling inward, his head bowed. It's the tears in his eyes that make me move, however.

Mactiir is afraid that seeing the males hurting the females will make me not want his touch anymore. He thinks I don't understand. He believes I'mignorant; naive, oblivious, dense. I have a solution for that.

I leap onto Mactiir and plant my lips on his.

Mactiir. He's so stupid. It takes no time for him to take over the kiss. When he kisses me, I feel those feelings rise up in my secret place, but when I rub myself against him, he just pulls away, a soft moan falling from his lips. It sounds like he's in pain.

Does it hurt him to touch me and make his white stuff? I think that I may want to feel his knobby stick. I want to try at least.

Now that's adilemma; mess, predicament, quandary.

"She seems OK," the Pup offers tentatively.

"You're lucky, Sarj," Mactiir offers. His hand rubs my back in comfort. "She's relaxed, practically purring. You're lucky."

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