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It's on the tip of my tongue to ask if she wants this next mission to be easy because she wants to touch me. But I am not a fool, and if I ask, she's sure to change it to some ridiculouslycomplicated task that will require days of work, and my cock will suffer more than it already is. "I'll start on it first thing."
April caresses my face. "You can leave now, Valmir."
And just like that, I am dismissed. My needs, ignored.
But...am I pleased? Incredibly. I get up to leave, deliberately reaching into the front of my trou and adjusting my cock so the head is caught in my waistband, and I can walk without poking someone's eye out. She doesn't turn away when I adjust myself, and I sniff the fingers that I rubbed her with and give them a lick.
"See you tomorrow," I purr.
"Ugh, whatever." She waves a hand, dismissing me.
I'm going to lick this hand while I work myself with my other. Just as soon as I find a quiet spot alone on the too-crowded beach.
CHAPTER 9
VALMIR
The next morning,I am up early and digging through the supply cave for materials for Makana's cage.
Ironic that the rules of the tribe state I cannot build her a house yet — because of the snail-vasion — but I can build one for her creature. It feels like this is counter to all the rules of courtship, but April seems to delight in being contrary. I must admit, I do enjoy a challenge, and I like that she's so fierce and determined in what she wants.
So...a creature den. It must be portable, as I am aware of the upcoming snail-vasion. It must be bigger than a basket, since she seemed quite disturbed that her pet would live in it. It must have a bottom of some kind, as I am envisioning a trap set atop him, only for him to burrow away underneath and April weeping and distraught the next morning at his disappearance.
I do not like the thought of April weeping. At all.
I pull out rib bones and thigh bones, big leather hides that have been cured poorly and are of no use for clothing, and anything else I can think of. A cage of some kind, perhaps, but a very long one so he can stretch his legs.
I have vague memories about tall cages. About wanting to stretch my legs or lie down flat, and all I can do isstand, because there is no room for anything else. I will not do that to another creature. Once I've finished sorting through bones, I look for rope of some kind to tie it all together. Maybe leather ties if not the dried plant rope? He might eat that, as a herbivore. Devi would know. I should ask her, but then she would probably tell me there will be a herbivore-vasion and I will get nothing done.
Leather ties, I decide.
I take my haul out of the cave, and there's enough that it requires more than one trip. On the second trip, I run into Skarr, who seems astonished to see me.
"There you are, Valmir," he says. He looks me up and down, chastising and dismissive. "Not hunting this morning? How will your mate get fed if you do not hunt to feed her?"
Some days I enjoy speaking to Skarr. Sometimes, not so much. Today is clearly going to be one of those days where he tries my patience. "I imagine April is sitting by the campfire and talking with all the other females and eating that sludge they like in the mornings." I glance over by the fire and see a familiar face. "Your mate's over there right now."
"Of course she is." He puffs up with pride at the mere mention of his bland human female. "A wise hunter makes sure they have a full belly before they go out. And if she gets two meals instead of just one, all the better."
"Mmm." Funny how my mate is "starving" if I am not out hunting, but his is clever for doing the exact same thing. I wonder if Skarr was hit on the head before they shoved him into a stasis pod. I shake my head. "No hunting today. My task is to build a home for her creature. It will let me become one step closer to our mating."
Skarr crosses his arms over his chest and supervises as I get comfortable in my designated work area. He paces around, watching as I spread out the bones to line up the ones that arethe same size. Doesn't help, just observes. "So you still have to do all twelve tasks?"
"Yes."
Skarr makes a surprised noise in his throat. "Huh."
I grit my teeth at the false wondering in his tone. "What?"
"Nothing, nothing." He continues to circle. "It just...seems to me that she has used her mind control on you."
Oh, kef me. Not this again. Skarr is convinced that the human females can manipulate thought. It's asinine, but no one can convince him otherwise. "She has not. She's just a regular human."
"She has convinced you of that, yes. You must be wiser to this, Valmir. Of course she wants you to think that. Then she can manipulate you to her will."
I ignore him, holding two rib bones together and studying the length. If I tie them together at the end, it makes one long (albeit curved) bone. I could possibly anchor them to a leather base and have the bones curving upward and meet at the top, where I would tie them together again. It would act as interlocking fingers do, and give the creature plenty of space, making a tunnel of sorts. I don't know if this will be enough space for her pet, but if I make the tunnel long enough, I think she will be pleased. I lay out pair after pair of bones, while Skarr tells me all about the latest thing Vivi has done that he finds adorable.
"When I finished with my story," he rambles, smiling to himself, "do you know she made this strange noise. It was a snort! A snort of laughter that sounded like an animal snuffling. It was the most charming thing I have ever heard. I am going to have to make her do it again."
