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Thusar unsheathed himself from her, his cock trailing strings of saliva down her chin and chest.

He fisted his well-slathered pole and jerked it violently, once, twice, three times.

With a roar, Thusar erupted, spewing his hot sap onto Ika’s face and chest in sticky stripes. Each splatter of fluid on her skin seemed to amplify the intense climax that was rocking her body.

Once he was finally spent, Thusar stepped back.

Next Gunnar and Muk rose up on either side of her and spilled their own sticky release on Ika’s shuddering body.

That only left Slaine.

Finally sated from his feast, the silent ukkur raised himself up on his knees and positioned himself between Ika’s wide open thighs. After a few rapid jerks, he added his own fluid to the mix, painting her twitching belly with his hot spend.

Of the four ukkur, Slaine took the longest to finish. Ika thought his sap would never stop flowing.

When Slaine had finally squeezed the last glistening drop from his tip, he sat back on his haunches and studied the utter wreckage that he and his brethren had made of Ika’s naked flesh. Her face and breasts and abdomen were glazed with the ukkur’s white mess.

Slaine grunted his satisfaction.

He touched Ika’s sap-slathered belly. He smeared the stuff over her skin, up her chest and neck, mixing his own fluid with his pack brothers’.

Ika panted and whimpered.

She kept her eyes locked on Slaine’s face as he rubbed the gooey cream all over her. He was studying her, brow furrowed, jaw set, like he was working out some difficult puzzle in his mind.

At last, he brought his hand to her face and pushed one fluid-coated thumb into Ika’s mouth, which she accepted.

She moaned and sucked the stuff away.

It did not taste as she expected. Though it was white and creamy-looking, rather like ksh juice, the smell and flavor were totally different. It had a strong scent like crushed grass, and it had an intensely salty flavor that saturated her tongue.

When Slaine drew his thumb from her mouth, she had sucked it clean.

“Come little Ika,” Thusar said. “Let us rest.”

The pack leader unfastened Ika’s leash from the wall. Then all together the ukkur lifted her naked, messy body and laid her down upon a rug of thick fur. The four of them lay down around her, walling her in between them as their curious fingers traced the contours of her ravaged body.

Ika was theirs now. Their property. Their pet.

They had marked her.

CHAPTER 14

Outside the sun was going down, setting the forest ablaze with fiery oranges and reds. The fire was dying too, and finally Thusar was forced to get up from where he lay beside his newfound plaything in order to add some logs to the coals.

His pack brethren set to work at their various tasks as well. Muk gathered up the cooking implements and carried them outside to the nearby river to wash. Slaine went to help him.

Meanwhile, Gunnar tended to their prize.

Ika complained of an urgent need to make water, so Gunnar dressed her in a heavy cloak of warm furs and led her outside on the leather leash that was still connected around her neck, lest she try to run for it as she had done before.

Once the fire was burning brightly again, Thusar sat back and gazed into the hypnotic flames.

His brain was aswirl with a thousand confused thoughts, like snowflakes in a blizzard. As soon as he would catch hold of a single idea, it seemed to melt into something else.

This time yesterday, everything had seemed so simple.

Ika had changed all of that.