Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Aidy glances back at me. "What? No! I'm just—you know what? Never mind. How much farther?"
"Wait here," I tell her and climb ahead. Once I've established a foothold, I lean over and hold a hand down to her to help her climb the final section. "Look at how defensible this is. No one will be able to get to us without a struggle. We will move some loose rocks and scatter them on the path to make the footing dangerous for interlopers."
"I don't think I'm going to be able to climb down, either," Aidy comments as I haul her up and pull her against me.
We gaze into each other's eyes for a long moment, and I could swear that the incessant humming grows louder. Her lips are shiny and pink, and for a moment, I almost wish she would try to gnaw on my face again, just so I could feel that warm mouth on mine.
Her gaze drops to my chest, and then she pats me. "I should ask Pinkie about the humming. No one else seems to be doing it."
"If you like." I shrug and then gesture at the cave mouth. "Behold. Our new fortress."
She stares at it in wonder. "How did you find this?"
"The snow-people did. They showed me. And you'll never believe what's inside."
Even though the mouth of the cave is narrow and irregular—another feature I like when I consider defense—it is very tall. It spans my height twice, and from the entrance, one can see that the interior is spacious and open. So far the caves we have found have been cramped sorts of things, but this one has promise. I can tell by the wonder on her face that I have done well to bring her here, and a hot curl of pleasure makes my sac tighten. I imagine Aidy showing me her happiness with small touches of her hands, her fingers fluttering down my chest to caress my cock…
"Can we go in?" she asks, interrupting my fantasies.
I nod, and when she steps forward, I adjust myself. Not right now. Mornings are for touching. My cock just needs to learn this instead of springing to life at all times. It must be because I was on suppressants for so long. Now it is uncontrollable and aches whenever Aidy so much as breathes…which is all the time.
Her face tilts up in wonder, her delicate hand skimming over the stone as she moves through the entrance. "It's so big."
My cock surges at her words.
I manage a grunt. "Very big." Then my mind goes to dangerous places, and I dig my claws into my skin, trying to focus. "This front chamber is not as large as the next one, and there are more chambers farther down in the tunnel."
"How fascinating." Aidy turns back to look at me, her eyes glowing blue from the parasite. "These mountains are practically honeycombed with caves, aren't they? I guess we're lucky in that aspect. How far back does ours go?"
"I did not go all the way to the back. The tunnel narrows down to a crawlspace, and I had no interest in scurrying about on my hands and knees. There is more room in these front chambers than anyone could need."
"Any monsters?"
I give her a wicked grin. "Just me."
"Very funny."
"Are you pleased?" I ask, following behind her. "This is the sort of place I have been hoping to find. It is difficult to get to from below, and spacious. The game in this area seems to be plentiful, and there is running water. This is an ideal place for our fortress…and for privacy."
I am thinking about that privacy more than my fortress lately.
Aidy turns to face me, worry on her face. "And what about the snow-people? More and more of them keep showing up."
"I know why." I lead her to the far wall of the front cave and gesture at it. When she squints hard, I realize it's too dark for her to see anything with her poor human eyes. So I take her hand in mine and lift it to the stone, where it has been flattened out.
She gasps in surprise. "Carvings?"
"Yes. Can you not see them?"
"Not really. What do they say?" Her fingers move over the wall, touching everything.
"It is of a male in a feathered cape, or he has wings of some kind." I move her hand along the carvings as I describe them. "There is a panel with a bunch of wiggly lines on it—"
"Water, maybe?" Aidy interjects.
"Maybe." I move her hand along to the next section, where there are a bunch of smaller people. "And these are his followers."
She turns to me, her eyes wide. "They freaked out when you put on your cloak, remember? That's when they started bowing."
"I know. I think they think I am this male, in this carving. They brought me here and would not come inside, but they were not offended when I entered. It's like they expected it."