Damar kept going with no restraint and I think I passed out after the third round.
It was just too much.
But I was glad his rut only lasted for hours and not days.
I even had to feed the cubs while he was balls deep inside . He didn’t want to pull out of for a single mont.
It was embarrassing but I made sure he was behind so the cubs wouldn’t catch the embarrassing scene of their partners mating.
It was even harder when the cubs sucked hard. I felt ashad, feeling sensual during breastfeeding because Damar wouldn’t stop.
The others tried to stop him and tell him to give a break, but he didn’t. He hissed at them, thinking they were trying to take away from him.
It was chaotic.
But I’m glad that’s over.
I scratched my head, my hair feeling sticky and damp. I paused and then looked at my hand... Sticky?
I brought it to my nose and slled it. My eyes widened as I slled the salty sll of sen.
Soone jerked off in front of my face and had their cum all over my hair.
Who was the pervert?
I sat up right away but my waist broke...
"Argh..." Kill now. I grunted.
My voice sounded like a frog croaking, my waist was broken, and my thighs felt limp... Damar really sucked the life out of didn’t he?
The cave was empty and even the cubs weren’t here.
"Fenric!" I called and he bolted in from outside.
"Yes, wife?" He stopped in front of , kneeling like an obedient puppy and I narrowed my eyes.
If I were to guess who the pervert was, I’d say Noah, but he’s not so inefficient that he would leave evidence of his cri. So... It was definitely Fenric.
He was the only one who didn’t get on the action the previous day too.
"Did you touch yourself in front of my face?" I asked outright and he flinched.
Yup, he was definitely the culprit.
He quickly averted his eyes, his guilt spreading all over his face.
"T-touch myself? I don’t know what you’re talking about." He said.
"Oh really? Then, should I check if it’s you or not?"
"How are you going to check?"
"I’ll make you cum and then compare the sen."
Of course that’s never going to work. It’s not like sen has a different sll.
But I wanted to see what he would say to this.
He placed his hand over his mouth for a bit, thinking.
He was really thinking this through, huh?
"Just admit it. If it wasn’t you, then who was it?" I asked.
"Damar," he whispered.
"Huh?"
"It was Damar."
I paused. Now I don’t know if to say he was lying or that he was feeling awkward about watching the process.
"Why did Damar do it?" I asked, my eyes peering into his and he gulped.
"You... You should ask him yourself." He said and I sighed.
How will I get to the bottom of this?
But that aside, I should probably wash up.
I feel so sticky all over. I need a thorough bath, and just using a cloth won’t help this ti.
But it’s freezing outside... Right?
I looked at Fenric and noticed I didn’t see any snow on him. I looked past him and then saw that the outside was... Green?
Did the snow lt already?
Fenric noticed I was looking towards the entrance and then smiled.
"It’s spring, wife." He said. "The snows all gone?"
"Really?"
"Yes..." He leaned closer and then kissed the corner of my eye. "Winter is finally over."
I felt a sudden, massive weight lift off my chest—though the weight in my lower back and thighs was very much still there.
I took a deep, shaky breath, and for the first ti in what felt like a lifeti, the air didn’t bite at the back of my throat. It tasted like damp moss, pine needles, and life.
"The snow is gone?" I repeated, my voice a raspy croak from excitent.
"All of it," Fenric whispered, his eyes soft. "The river is no longer frozen and the flowers are already pushing through the mud. It happened overnight, while you were... Occupied."
I groaned, leaning my head back against the furs. Occupied was a polite way of putting it. My body felt like it had been through a car compactor. The mory of the previous night—the dual pressure, the shaking legs, and the feeling of Damar basically trying to fuse our souls together through sheer friction—was enough to make flush red even in the middle of a literal spring.
And then rembering how I had to feed the cubs in the middle of that... Jeez, Damar really had wrapped around his finger.
"If Damar is the one who did this to my hair," I said, pointing a trembling finger at the sticky ss of my locks, "I’m going to make him shed his skin just so I have sothing to wipe it off with." I joked.
Fenric let out a nervous, vibrating chuckle. "I think he was trying to claim every part of you, Arinya." He said and I squinted.
Is that what this is?
Making sure he made a ss out of every single part of ? How territorial of him. He should’ve at least cleaned up properly after he was done.
"He didn’t want to leave a single inch of you unmarked," Fenric said, and I rolled my eyes down.
"Clearly," I muttered, trying to push myself up and failing as my waist gave a sharp, indignant pop. "Ow... okay, I’m not moving. This wife is currently out of order. Bring the cubs. And then prepare hot water for while you’re at it."
"Already on it," a familiar, smug voice rang out from the entrance.
Noah walked in, looking far too refreshed for a man who had spent half the night helping a serpent navigate a rut. He had no problem touching Damar’s dicks, and it makes wonder if one of my husbands was secretly bi. Ahem. Let’s not go there.
He was carrying a bundle of fresh, green herbs in one hand and my white-furred daughter in the other. She looked as arrogant as ever, her erald eyes scanning the cave as if she were inspecting her royal subjects.
"Damar is at the stream," Noah said, passing the baby to Fenric and kneeling beside . He didn’t seem phased by my ’ssy’ appearance; instead, he looked at with a pride that made want to smack him and kiss him at the sa ti. "He’s washing off the blood. You really did a number on his back, Little Tiger."
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