Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“I’ll do it,” she tells me, though she looks pleased that I offered. “Can you get more snow for washing?”
I hand over my son and watch as she takes him to the back chamber of the cave, settling him into his basket next to her fur bedding. Her hips sway with the movements, and I watch her bottom flex as she bends over. I am fascinated by that round behind. Did I caress it when we mated? I cannot remember, and I feel I should have done this. It looks as if it needs caressing, and a lot of it.
My cock is reacting to my scrutiny of her backside, however, and I do not want to make her uncomfortable. So I get up to retrieve more snow. By the time the water level is replenished, my body is back under control. I sit back down by the fire and pick up my sharpening stone. There are more bones I can carve into cooking plates for her. Her pleasure at the sight of the three plates was so great that I wish I could carve her twenty. But I will make what I can, and hope that a larger creature stumbles nearer to the cave so I can make her more. I pick up a long leg bone with a knobby end and run my fingers over it. Perhaps I can make this into a round ball for my son. He would like that. Aehako is the best carver in the cave and normally makes playthings for the kits, but I can manage something simple. My son should have gifts that make him smile…because then his mother will smile at me as well.
Stay-see moves to the side of the fire and dips a finger into the water. “It’s warm enough again.”
I nod. “You bathe. I will take my turn last.” I will get her more water if she needs it, too. Washing out of a pouch is not nearly as nice as the hot pool we had in the caves, and I feel a pang of loss for our old cave. I think of my parents, my sister, and my brother and his mate, and the rest of the tribe. Are they at the new home now? Are they happy? Am I doing the right thing by keeping Stay-see behind for a few days?
I am lost in thought, studying how best to carve the bone to keep the round shape, when I notice she is not moving. I look up, and her cheeks are bright red with charming embarrassment, but I can see no reason why. “Is something wrong?”
She clasps her hands in front of her and paces on the far side of the fire. “I just realized how small this stupid cave is.”
I glance around. This is a large, spacious cave. Small? “Is it?”
“It is when you’re supposed to bathe in front of someone.”
I…do not understand. “Do humans not bathe?” Stay-see has always smelled nice. She must bathe.
“Oh, they bathe,” she says, fidgeting nervously. “It’s just that…you don’t remember me.”
Oh. It is me she does not like bathing in front of. Strange. “But you bare your teats to feed Pacy in front of me.”
“That’s different.”
“Did you not bathe in front of me in the past?”
“That’s also different.”
“Because I had my memories? But we have mated. I have had my face between your legs—”
She raises her hands in the air. “I know. I’m being silly. I know we’ve mated recently, but that was in the dark. And I know you’ve seen naked people before, but this is just you and me, and it feels a little more…intimate.” She licks her lips and shoves her mane behind her ears. “It’s just…okay. Here’s my thing. I had a baby, right? And everything’s not as tight and small as it used to be. I hate that your only memory of my body is going to be post-pregnancy.” Her jaw sets in a stubborn line.
“You think I would have a problem with your body?” I am shocked. Does she not realize how much I need her? How even her slightest movements set my khui to singing?
“Maybe?” She puts her head in her hands. “Okay, you know what? I’m being silly. I’m just going to do it. Fuck it. It doesn’t matter. It’s just a body, and you’ve touched it, so it’s not like you’re going to be shocked if my ass is big.”
Mystified, I watch as Stay-see gets to her feet. She begins to strip off her leathers with great determination, her jaw clenched. She will not meet my eyes, her focus entirely on getting naked. And I am…fascinated. I want to see what it is she is so worried about.
She steps out of her leggings and tosses aside her tunic, leaving her body bare. Her skin prickles in response to the cold, her pink little nipples hardening. My mouth goes dry at the sight of her body. She is all pale softness and curves, her breasts large and full with milk. Her hips flare out, her cunt covered by a tuft of dark hair. Her belly is soft and rounded, with darker pink marks reaching up the sides like fingers. Her legs are long and graceful, and as she turns her back to me, I see her smooth, soft shoulders and the fragile line of her spine. She is lovely.