Steph's Outcast

Steff makes a low sound in her throat and takes my hand off her teat, pushing it between her thighs instead. She is wet here, to my surprise, and when I touch her, the arousal-scent floods the cave so thickly that I worry Pak will wake up and smell it.

Even so, I do not think I can stop. "I need to touch you," I whisper. "Show me how to make you feel good. Like you did me."

Steff nods, guiding my hand. She places it between her thighs, so deliciously plump that they cradle my fingers as I caress her. I explore her skin with light touches. She has soft, slick folds between her legs that trap heat, and I wonder where in here my cock is supposed to go. I know the basic functions of mating, but I have never had a chance to experience it for myself. The thought of doing so with Steff—my mate—makes my cock twitch again. I run my fingertips through those folds, seeking out an entrance—

Pak stirs in his sleep, mumbling, and then turns over, pressing his cheek to Steff's side.

Her eyes are wide. We share a look, and then I ease my fingers away from her wet, warm cunt. I cannot exactly pleasure my mate with my child clinging to her side. She nods at me in silent agreement, then reaches out and caresses my cheek as if in apology. As if she has anything to apologize for.

Next time we touch, I decide, I will make her come first. Not just once. Several times. I cannot wait to see it, to experience it. To taste it. Since I can no longer explore her safely without waking Pak, I raise my hand to my mouth and lick my fingers…and groan at the taste. It tastes exactly like she smells—musky and unique and incredible.

She presses a finger to my lips, smiling. "Shh. Tmorroh."

I wish I understood her. Soon, I promise myself. I will find something for Pak to do to keep him occupied, and then I will learn all of my mate's softest parts with my tongue.

"Papa?" Pak yawns the next morning, a chunk of dried fish in his small fist.

"Mmm?" I stare at Steff, a male obsessed. She delicately eats her fish with small bites—after giving me the largest share once more. I think about those fingers as they danced over my cock. I watch her eat, her tongue darting out to brush over her pink lips. It is all very…distracting.

"It smells funny in the cave this morning." His nose twitches. "Both you and Steff smell funny."

Steff goes still. She looks over at me, and her cheeks are pink.

I try to pick through the scents, but all I smell is the wonderful aroma of Steff's arousal lingering in the air. "It is nothing, my son. Eat your food."

Pak shrugs and goes back to his fish, and Steff brushes my knee with her small finger, an intimate little touch that reminds me that we are together now. We are a pair. It makes me…happy.

I have been thinking about “us” all night, too. I could not sleep, so I held Steff against me, sharing my warmth, and as I did, I thought about the future. I thought about a hut. We will need a better place to sleep, because Steff cannot live like this. We will need ready supplies—food, water, leather. We will need fire, since I am not allowed to make it and Steff shivers with cold.

I hate the thought, but I wonder if we must join the clans gathered on the beach after all. It is not my first choice. Outsiders are never welcome…but my mate needs the best and I need my mate. Pak needs her, too. He is happy when she is around, and all he talks about are her gifts and when we will see her again. He needs a mother as well as a father, and I like the thought of our small family around a fire each night, sharing food and living together companionably. Pak needs other children to play with as well, and the gathered clans can provide that.

Even if I must endure the others, I will. Not just for my son, but for my mate.

It feels…good. Having a mate feels good. Right. I cannot stop smiling, just like my cock cannot stop rising at the thought of touching her again. It makes for a very odd morning. Steff puts on the length of leather the male gave her yesterday, but it does not quite fit right and hangs open over one thigh. She takes her straps back from Pak and makes a harness over her teats again, hiding them away from the world and I am reminded of how soft they felt last night in my hands, and how much she squirmed when I touched her.