Episode Ten What’s Best for All of Us

D eklan

Mirron is not happy about Alliana. We all made introductions around the firepit at breakfast when I spitted chunks of squirrel on sticks and cooked them until the fat sizzled onto the coals.

I thought it would take him days to warm up to the idea of having her around, and many more days until he was ready to mount her. The idea of watching me mount her? I thought that would take even longer.

But he's left us alone, and wasn't subtle in his instructions that I should have her. He wants us to be alone together, which is even more odd. I have never questioned his instructions, nor will I ever. One reason is that I love him. Even more important? He's never been wrong.

It's only after we're left alone in the cave that I allow myself to look closely at the tiny female. I think there's something wrong with her. Could any being be so tiny? So fragile? Her hair is snow white, as are her lashes. Her skin is pale as the freya flowers on the northern hillsides. And not a speck of fur anywhere on her.

I saw Mecklish's human female once. She had a little fur at the juncture of her legs. Little Alliana is hairless even there.

I take her outside the cave, set us on furs in the sun, and begin our lessons. She's hopeless.

It's obvious she's never even held a needle before. She'll never be able to make stitches without one of us males using the awl to pierce the holes in the skin we're working with. Even then, she's so uncoordinated as she pulls the sinew through the hole. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was trying to fail.

It's just that she's so sweet, so earnest. She apologizes every time she makes a mistake.

Mirron was smart to have me teach her. I'm the most patient of the three of us, although this is killing me.

I've got her on my lap, my arms around her tiny frame as I use the awl, make the first stab through the pelt, then have her drag the sinew through. My cock has been hard since we began, even though I spent myself with Mirron last night and this morning.

The little female is a delight as she asks questions. She's like a sponge, wanting to know about the natural world here. She had intelligent inquiries about how the tribes get along and was fascinated to hear how we war with each other without killing.

"Do you throw poo when you're mad?" she asks earnestly.

I nip the column of her neck in answer.

"Can you imagine any of the three of us reaching to our asses and delivering ourselves a steaming load of shit? Don't tell Mirron you can picture that. He will not be happy that you even had the thought."

She'd been laughing with me, but at his name, her smile evaporates.

"Mirron is a good male," I say, assuming I can read her thoughts. I may plan on mounting her before the sun goes down, but I can't let her think such things about the male I love.

"He's just… scary," she whispers, then grabs the awl from me, lays the hide on the ground, and jabs the awl all the way through for the first time today.

"Good job!" I tell her, genuinely proud.

She turns in my lap so her hip rests against my belly. Her gaze doesn't hide from mine as we grow quiet.

"Why does he want you to have sex with me, Deklan? You two love each other. Why can't it be you and him, so Luka and I can be together? Up Above it's only done in twos."

I have the same question, but after considerable thought, I say, "It would tear us apart. It might sound good now, but in time someone would want more and that would kill our family. It's best to share right from the start."

"This is what you want?" she asks, those pale, barely blue eyes fill with liquid as she peers up at me.

I grip her hips and grind my rock-hard cock against her bottom. "You're sitting on it, little one. Do you really need to ask?"

"But you love him. I heard you say it."

"Aye, and that my cock is already weeping, ready to spear into you, is proof that it's best for all four of us to start as one unit."