For me, the day has never been so full of promise and joy. My mate - a thought which still staggers me - sits by the fire with two of her humans, sewing tunics and chatting. In her belly, she carries my kit. My khui rumbles a low, pleasant murmur at the sight of her, and I rub my chest absently, watching her from afar when I should be sharpening the point of my spear. I must go check traps soon, but I cannot bring myself to leave the cave, not when Georgie sits next to Jo-see and Ki-rah and gives her mane a little toss before leaning over her sewing once more. The curls of her incredibly soft mane rest against her shoulders and invite touching. I think of them, and how her mane feels when it spills over my thighs when she puts her mouth on me in that human way of hers that upends my world and makes me see stars.
I know all this about her. And I know when she is distressed over something. It is in the way she takes a little longer to answer each question, in the small furrow between her brows when she sews, the way she stares at the fire a little too long.
She says that she is happy with me but…is this a lie? Am I not enough for my beautiful human? Because she is everything to me.
Georgie looks up from her sewing, and her gaze catches mine. The smile she sends in my direction is genuine and full of affection, and I am even more pleased when she puts a hand to her mouth and purses her lips. This is called ‘blowing kisses’ and it is meant as to mimick a mouth-mating from afar. I do the same, putting my hand to my mouth and then I lick it long and slow so she may know exactly what parts of her I am thinking of mating.
Her cheeks flush bright red and she ducks her head, but she is smiling. Whatever it is that troubles her, it is not our mating, then. Pleased, I pick up my spear and get to my feet. Time to hunt.
Nearby, Haeden looks at me with disgust. “Did you just lick your hand?”
“It was for my mate,” I tell him, as if that explains everything.
He just grunts, shaking his head at me.
He does not understand what it is like to be freshly resonated to such a female. He never will, and for a moment, I feel pity for him.
But pity will not fill my Georgie’s belly, so I go hunting anyhow.
* * *
That evening, after my traps have been cleared and reset, the game cached and a fresh kill brought home and (disgustingly) cooked for my Georgie, we retreat to our private cave. I immediately put the privacy screen up, and my mate just cocks an eyebrow at me in that strange human way.
“You going to wash up?”
“No. I am going to mate my sweet human’s cunt with my tongue,” I tell her, dragging her into my arms and pulling her close for a mouth-mating. I kiss her, teasing her with tiny licks and loving the little sighs of need she makes as I hold her. “It has been far too long since I have tasted my mate.”
Georgie laughs. “You tasted her just this morning.”
“Far, far too long,” I agree, dropping to my knees in front of her. I pull on the laces of her leggings, and then notice that she has another pair of very short leggings on underneath. “What…what are these?”
“Those are leather panties,” she says proudly. “I made them myself.”
“But…why?” There is a drawstring at the waist and they end just below her hips. “They do not seem warm at all. Are these parts of you cold?” I look up at her in surprise. Is this something new I must worry about for my mate? That her cunt gets chilled easily?
“Um, because that’s what you wear under pants?” She shrugs, her expression embarrassed. “It’s kind of like the breast band.”
Another thing I have yet to understand. But this is distracting her away from the mating, so all I say is, “Ah. May I take them off of you?”
“Of course.” Her hands go to my face and she caresses my jaw. “I missed you today.”
“I was not gone long.” Even so, I missed her, too. “Soon I will have to go out on a longer hunt. It will be my turn.”
“I know. I’m just trying to prepare myself.” She runs a finger along my lower lip. “Until then, we have fun, right?”
“When I come back, we will have so much ‘fun’ you will not be able to walk straight for days.” I undo the strange laces on her short leggings and slide them down to reveal the delicate tuft of curls between her thighs. “Ahhh. I am home.”