Her tight cunt squeezes my fingers. Har-loh's body trembles against me, and then she's panting, a small whine in her throat. She stiffens, and then moisture floods my hand and her release quakes through her.
I hold her against me, running my mouth over her soft, speckled skin as she comes down from her climax. She hums softly when she relaxes, and then begins to press kisses along my jaw and my neck. "Ur tuhrn behbeh." Her words are nonsense, but her tone is clear. I made her feel good. I rumble with satisfaction, rubbing her flanks. She slides a leg over my hips and straddles my cock, then presses another kiss to my mouth. "Gunnaride yew."
"Repeat," I rasp, desperately wanting to understand what my mate is telling me.
But she only gives me a sly smile and rubs her wet cunt up and down my shaft. When I groan, she leans in to lightly kiss my mouth and then settles back. Her fingers stroke my cock as she holds me steady…
And slowly seats herself upon my length.
I do not dare move.
Never have I imagined such a thing. Mating is still new to me. My Har-loh had to show me how to put my cock inside her. I had the desire, but I did not have the knowledge. Ever since then, we have been ravenous for one another, and Har-loh constantly shows me new ways to pleasure her. I have taken her while she is on her back, and I have taken her from behind, like the animals do. Her straddling me and feeding my cock into her body…is new.
And I like it.
I groan with pleasure as she wriggles atop me, her body taking my entire length. She pants, her gaze locked on me, her hands tight on my arms. "Rukh." She breathes my name as if it brings her joy just to say it. Then, as we watch each other, she raises her hips slowly and then seats herself upon me again.
Nothing has ever felt better.
My seed threatens to spill forth quickly, but I want this moment to last. I am fascinated by the sight of her riding me, of my cock disappearing into her body. I grip her hips and guide her up and down, faster and faster until she's whimpering once more, my name breathless on her lips. I grit my teeth, determined to last until she clenches over me again. I have learned that if I do things just right, Har-loh will climax twice, and it is my new goal to do this every time.
She cries out, throwing her head back, and her nails dig into my arms as she rides me faster and harder. Despite my intentions of taking my time, I cannot. This is too good, my mate too beautiful, her cunt too tight and wet and perfect. The moment I feel her clench tight around me and she makes a gaspy sound in her throat, I come. My release explodes out of me and I clutch her tightly against my chest as my seed spills into her heat and her body quakes over mine.
Nothing feels better than this. Nothing.
Moments pass. Har-loh hums in her throat, smoothing my mane back from my face. The strands of my mane are sticking to her skin as well as mine, and she makes noises in her throat, talking. I cannot follow her words, but I like her happy sounds. I hold her against me, stroking her soft skin.
I have never been so happy. Having Har-loh is…I do not know the words. I only know my heart is so full that sometimes it hurts in my chest.
She murmurs something and then pulls a fur over both of us. I arrange it, making sure to cover my mate, because she is the one that is always chilled. Har-loh smiles at me and then tucks herself against my chest, talking softly. Her cunt still clasps my cock deep inside her, and I can feel every quiver of her body. I like this.
The fur is a reminder of what I must do tomorrow, though. I must go out and hunt. I have done traps and fished since we arrived here on the beach, because I did not wish to leave my mate's side. Har-loh is fragile and there are many, many things she does not understand about taking care of herself. She does not know how to set traps or to make a spear. It is lucky she has me, because I can do these things for her. But hunting is dangerous. I cannot take Har-loh with me. I do not know what I would do if a herd of dvisti turned the wrong way and trampled her. I do not know what I would do if a snow-cat attacked her.
Har-loh must stay safe in the cave, with the fire. I will hunt.