Page 24 of Feast

Gunnar had thought of that too. Below the creature’s exposed anus, nestled in a bed of soft fur, there was a vertical cleft of tender pink flesh.

“I don’t think so,” Gunnar said. “That’s not a wound.”

It was more like a little vertical mouth inset between the creature’s trembling thighs.

“I’m going to have a closer look at that thing.”

After a bit of experimentation, Gunnar discovered how to release the latch on the back of the cage. He opened the gate and blocked the opening with his body lest the creature try to back out.

Gunnar pressed his face close to the animal’s upraised backside. First he sniffed the anus, then he dipped his face lower, breathing in a lungful of the raw, wild scent exuding from its furred cleft.

The effect was instantaneous.

In the space of one heartbeat, Gunnar’s pole hardened and hoisted between the strips of his fur kilt. He grunted as his balls pulsed and his pole spurted several jets of white fluid onto the floor of the cave.

Muk guffawed, and even Slaine, who never spoke and hardly ever smiled, was shaking with laughter.

Only Thusar remained unamused.

Blood rushed up the arteries of Gunnar’s neck and heated his face with embarrassment that quickly transitioned into anger.

“Oh, you think that’s funny?” Gunnar snarled. “Have a whiff then, rot your hides.”

He cupped his hands and fanned the scent from the creature’s hole toward his companions. They stopped laughing, and their cocks hoisted instantly, poking out between the strips of their own fur kilts.

“Gods,” Muk groaned. “That smell.”

They felt the effect of it now. But they had not gotten a dose like Gunnar had, directly from the source.

What was inside that hole that could make such a smell?

Gunnar reached one finger toward the creature’s opening, intending to insert it.

“Careful,” Thusar said. “That thing could have teeth.”

Good point. Gunnar had been so overwhelmed by that mysterious and alluring scent that he had forgotten all precautions.

With great care, Gunnar pressed his fingertips on the pillowed, softly furred flesh to either side of that slit and slowly teased them apart to get a better look at those more delicate inner folds and the enticing opening in their midst.

“Looks all clear,” Gunnar muttered.

He wet his finger as if to check the wind, then pushed the lubricated digit into that tight hole.

The creature flinched at that inner touch, but the tight confines of the cage gave it little room to move or escape.

“Easy,” Gunnar said in a soothing voice. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

The creature gave a muffled whine through its mask and shuddered as Gunnar worked his way deeper inside, running the pad of his finger all around those inner membranes. He had not needed to lick his finger. The inner channel slick with its own natural lubrication, and the walls were silky smooth.

Gunnar withdrew his finger, coated in warm fluid, and sniffed it.

His balls ached like a bruise.

If he had not just spent his fluid a moment before, he surely would have done so now.

Gunnar put the finger into his mouth, sucking away the fluid, which was hot and tangy on his tongue.

“Aren’t you worried about poison?” Thusar asked.