Chapter 6

Cragnorr

W hen I find her, my girl has collapsed into a pile on the forest floor, a paper bag clutched in her arms. Tears stream down her face, dripping all over everything. When I push through the branches, cracking off a few twigs, her head snaps up. Relief fills her face, and she drops her bag as she leaps to her feet.

“Cragnorr!” She throws herself at me, and I catch her just in time. Her arms wrap as far as they can around my barrel body while she cries into my chest. “I’m so glad you’re here. There was a man in the village, and...” She trails off, her lip trembling. “I’m happy to see you.”

I put my arms around her, wondering what happened to make her upset this way. I hold her until her crying has subsided, running my hand over her soft hair, threading my fingers through the thick waves. Then I rock her back and forth, cradling her until at last, she can look up at me again .

“I brought food,” Mia croaks. She gets out of my lap and returns to the dropped paper bag, where some smaller bags have spilled across the forest floor. “Shit,” she says. “Some of the peanuts fell out.” She gathers it all up, pausing occasionally to brush tears away from her cheeks. “We’re going to figure this out, okay? We’ll find somewhere nice out in the woods. We’ll make a camp, and we’ll learn how to survive. We can do it, I know we can.” She nods firmly. “If we’re together, we can do anything.”

I smile tentatively, hoping that she’s right, because I will follow her to the end of the world if it means I get to stay by her side.

When Mia lies down on the ground, saying she’s far too full to walk more, I follow suit. She slides over so her head is resting on my arm like a pillow, and sighs into my armpit.

“That was really nice,” she murmurs, so quiet I almost can’t hear her. “What you did this morning.”

I peer down at her. She’s avoiding my gaze, her hands curled up in front of her chest. I take one in my own hand and give it a gentle squeeze, because I liked it, too. Now I want even more of her. I want to show her what she means to me, how much I appreciate her and everything she’s given up for me.

Right then, I decide to be bolder. If she enjoyed that, what if I brought her even more pleasure? The idea excites me.

Releasing her hand, I let my palm slide over her nipple, and Mia inhales sharply. Gently I roll it in my fingers over the fabric of her nightgown, like I did before, until she’s panting and pushing her chest into my touch.

Once Mia is twitching underneath me, I leave her breast and find my way down to the hem of her nightgown. I’m more forward this time in pulling it up over her thighs, exposing her lower body to the forest. She squeaks as I seek out that soft, warm place between her legs. They open for me.

Again I explore her, sampling each part of her, and I’m drawn back over and over to that wet dip beneath her sensitive button. It’s tiny, like a pinhole. I wish I knew what it was.

“You’re supposed to put something in there,” she murmurs.

I give her a surprised look, and she pats my cheek. Human ways are mysterious to me, but if that’s what Mia wants, that’s what I’ll give her.

I run my finger around, exploring the small hole and marveling at how hot and wet it is. When I try to dip the pad inside her, though, she’s much too small.

When I frown and try to pull my hand away, Mia stops me. “It will fit,” she says. “It’s... it’s supposed to go there.”

My eyes jump to hers. Is that so? My hand is meant to be inside her? Then I hope it will feel good.

Again I try to press into her, and this time... the tiny hole abruptly gives. Mia lets out a sharp cry, and I yank my hand back, terrified of what I’ve done.

Fuck. I’ve hurt my little human, and guilt swells up in me.

“Hey, hey.” Mia strokes my tusk. “That’s supposed to happen.”

I stare at her, aghast. I’m meant to hurt her? That’s not what I wanted. I wanted to make her drip and moan like she did before. But she takes my hand, and once more she guides it down between her legs. “It’s okay, Cragnorr. I promise.”

Swallowing hard, I return to touching her, experimenting with circles and rubs until she grips my shoulder and moans. Once I’ve pleased her there, I return southward, and find that hole is not nearly so small as before.

“Now do it,” she whispers to me. I nod and press my finger in again, and this time, it breaches her. She hisses with pain, but stops my hand before I can draw it back. “Don’t stop.”

Mystified by this combination of emotions, I decide to obey her, and I slide my finger in even deeper. Whatever this place is... the texture inside is marvelous, soft and spongey and slick with something that certainly isn’t water. This must be what I tasted on my fingers, and that makes my cock shiver under my pants.

When I’ve reached as deep as I can, I withdraw, and once again bring her flavor up to my lips. There is a little blood on my hand, and I gasp in shock. Blood? Oh, no. I’ve injured her.

“It’s normal,” Mia says, patting my hair. I search her eyes for any sign that she’s trying to protect my feelings, but she’s smiling. So I lick my finger, tasting her again, and Mia hides her face. “I can’t believe you,” she says, mock-offended. But now I’m hooked on the taste of her. I need more.

Fueled by this, I take her by the shoulders and push her onto her back. “Cragnorr!” she says in surprise. I reposition myself so I’m kneeling between her legs, and then I crouch down low to bring my face to the apex of her thighs. “What are you—?” she starts to say, but she interrupts herself with a moan when I swipe my tongue across her exposed flesh.

There it is. That delicious taste that I’ve been craving for hours. Again, I lick her from top to bottom, and she writhes under my mouth. I sample her with my tongue, sliding it inside her and twisting it around. She enjoys this, almost as much as she enjoys me playing with that tiny bead of pleasure. Returning to it, I attack it with my mouth, chasing the moans flowing from her lips.

Right. My finger. She liked that, even if it hurt a little, so I decide to do both at the same time. It slips inside her much easier this time, and she lets out a cry as I do it.

“Oh!” Her little channel twitches around me. “That’s... that’s so good.”

Pleased by this response, I withdraw my finger and then sink it into her again, the part she seems to like most, and she rewards me by making more noise and getting even wetter. I flick my tongue over her harder, faster, as I move my hand inside her. She’s growing slicker and softer under my ministrations, opening for me. As an experiment, I wiggle another finger inside her, and Mia jerks, rocking her hips into my face with each thrust.

“Cragnorr, just like that,” she whimpers, tangling her fingers in my hair. “Please!”

So I give her more. And more. Soon she’s keening, her hands gripping my head, her body jerking with every one of my pumps. I test out wiggling my fingers, stroking her inside, trying to understand the texture along her upper wall. Her moans increase in volume, and suddenly her little canal squeezes tight, so tight I almost can’t move my hand. A loud cry bursts out of her, and warm liquid trickles down over my palm. I withdraw it and lick her up as fast as I can.

The taste of her is marvelous. Perfect.

“Shit,” Mia says, her eyes half-lidded. “What was that?”

I don’t know myself. I simply let instinct guide me, her little cries and heady moans driving me towards what she wanted. Now my cock is not only awake, but drooling in my pants for something I can’t quite place.

That hot, wet channel between her legs, though... oh, does it call to me. I cup it in my hand, feeling as if I’ve received a gift today.

“You like my pussy?” she asks, squinting as she moves. I blink at her, then smile widely.

I liked it very much, this pussy .

“Good. I like yours, too. Well, your cock.” She gets a mischievous, feral smile on her face, and reaches for the tie of my pants. I stare in wonder as she unfastens it, then slides my pants down my hips. I’m rock hard after licking her, and she takes my length in her hands and strokes it again, like she did last night.

It’s all too easy to reach my finish, and this time I make sure to angle myself away from her, painting the forest floor white.

Finally, we’ve recovered from our meal. “Where should we go?” asks Mia.

I shrug. I have no idea what becomes of us next.

“We should look for a place we can set up camp,” Mia says. “Start a fire, maybe make some tools.”

We get up and keep walking, and to our surprise, we wander across a path. It’s not well-maintained, but it’ll make our way much faster. Mia talks about our future camp, and surmises how we might be able to carve some rudimentary knives to start the process going.

All I can think about as we continue on is how she tasted, how she felt around my fingers, how her little moans drove me wild. I want something more, but I don’t know what it is.

I’m so lost in my daydream that I don’t notice when we encounter a thin rope stretched across the path. My shin bumps into a taut string, and I pause to peer down at what I’ve run into.

The ground suddenly moves, rising up underneath us. A net emerges from the dirt and pine needles, sweeping us both off our feet. Mia cries out as she’s thrown into my body by the force of the net closing around us, and the bag of goods falls out of her hands, onto the ground. We fly up into the trees. Then we both jerk as the net suddenly stops.

The ropes bite into my back, and Mia is crushed against my side. As she curses, I try to shift so she’s facing my belly, instead, and the whole thing squeaks.

“What the hell?” Mia demands, glaring up at where the net is tied to a massive tree branch overhead. It’s bowing from the weight of me in the net. “What’s this doing here?”

She struggles as if it will free us, so I put my hands on her shoulders to still her and shake my head. She stops, but her eyes are wide and terrified.

Who put this here, and why?

“What’s happening, Cragnorr?” she says, voice fearful.

I wrap my arms around her, wishing I knew the answer.