I do not like the idea, but I also do not like the idea of taking my mate with me on a dangerous hunt. Many of the animals in the snows have long claws and sharp fangs, and Har-loh's spotted flesh would tear easily. It will gut me to be apart from her for a day, but it will be necessary.
Har-loh must be kept warm, and this beach does not have fur.
It is a worry for another day, though. Har-loh looks tired, her pale face drawn as we sit near the fire. I tug her closer to me and she leans on my shoulder. I like this, my mate pressed against my side. She wraps her arms around me, shivering, and I worry she is too cold. I am a bad mate, letting my female shiver inside a cave when we could be wearing furs.
Tomorrow, then, I decide. In the morning, when the sun is up, we will go hunting for furs. I finger one of the ones she wears and nudge her. "Har-loh, repeat?"
"Mmm?" She sits up, giving me a curious look, and when I say the words again, she understands. "Fur?"
"Fffhuuurr," I echo, trying to memorize the word. "Har-loh fur. Yes?"
"Harlow's fur?" She says the words, a question on her face.
"Har-loh, fur." I wish I had the words to tell her I will hunt her many animals tomorrow. That I will not rest until she has warm skins to drape her body in. She is mine to protect, and I will not have her shivering.
"Fur?" my mate repeats again and then takes my hand in hers. She guides it between her thighs, over the patch of fur she has on her mound. "Yes?"
There is a sultry note in her voice that I missed hearing before. She thinks I am asking to touch her, that I want to claim her. My frustration at not being able to communicate fades, because I do want to touch her. Touching my mate and making her feel good is still new and exciting. I lean toward her, brushing my mouth over hers in a kiss, because I know she likes those.
Har-loh sighs and nudges her mouth against mine, even as her thighs slide apart.
I groan low in my throat. How did I get so lucky as to have this mate? After so many seasons alone, it is astonishing to me that I have a mate to touch and to care for. That we will have a kit of our own. That we will be a family.
That she is mine and I am not alone.
"Har-loh," I breathe against her soft lips, even as I seek out the nub nestled in the folds of her cunt. She has shown me how she likes to be touched, and every time, I get a little better at such things. I am learning what pleases her most, what caresses make her body tighten and which ones make her cry out. Our mouths meet, my tongue lightly flicking against hers as I slide my fingers up and down her wet channel. I push one deep inside her, into the hot well of her cunt, and use my thumb to make circles around the little bud of flesh called a “clit.”
She whimpers and clings to me, her thighs tightening around my hand. "Rukh," she pants, and her cunt squeezes me tight. "Feelsoguhd."
I stroke into her, using my fingers like I would my cock, driving into the softness of her body even as I work her clit. I love watching the pleasure build through her. She gasps, rocking against me, and then her movements become more frantic. Hurried. Her cunt grows wetter with every stroke of my fingers inside her, and she presses her forehead to mine, straddling me as I work her soft body with my hand. I need to watch her come. There is no sight I like better than when she climaxes, the tension on her face giving way to such languid pleasure. I love the way she hums afterward when her body relaxes. I am fascinated by everything, and if I could, I would be mounted atop her all day long, watching the pleasure come over her face.
She kisses me hungrily, making soft noises in her throat as she pumps her hips, determined to come. I hold her against me, pulling her in, and when one of her teats bounces enticingly near my mouth, I duck my head and lick the tip.
Har-loh cries out, her hands on my horns. I feel her press her cheek against one as she grips them tight, her movements faster and faster.
My cock aches with need, the tip leaking fluid down my shaft, and I want nothing more than to rub it against her. Or inside her. I want her to come first, though. I like the sight of her release even more than I like my own. I tease the tip of her nipple with my tongue, licking it and then sucking on the small bud. Sometimes she likes my teeth, so I add them too, but gently, gently.