The thought of her being so bare—so completely furless—made his shaft harden even further. He wondered what she would look like without her pink outer covering. How he wished he could see her full curves on display and run his hands over that smooth, bare skin! Would her nipples be as pink as her lips? And what about her inner pussy? What would she look like there—what would she taste like? His mouth watered to find out.
The image of himself between her legs, tasting her, made Roarn fully hard. Though he didn’t mean to let it, his shaft unsheathed itself, protruding from the furry pouch between his thighs and standing at attention against his flat belly until even the Mating Knot at the base was revealed.
“There, now.” The little female was looking down at his leg with satisfaction. “The bleeding has stopped and I think you’ll heal nicely. I’d like to get some antibiotic ointment but—”
Her words cut off abruptly as she looked up and saw the evidence of his arousal. Her eyes got wide and she stared at him, as though she didn’t know what to do.
Roarn wasn’t quite sure what to do either. Part of him—the animal part—remained unashamed at the fact that his thick shaft had unsheathed itself and was throbbing against his belly. It was, after all, a natural reaction to a beautiful Mature Elite like the little female kneeling before him.
But another part—the part that was starting to emerge after five long cycles in the darkness—felt that perhaps this was wrong. Maybe he shouldn’t be unsheathed before her. It might frighten or anger her for him to display himself like this.
Still, there wasn’t much he could do about it now. It wasn’t like he could make his shaft re-sheathe just by wishing it to do so. Also, she was close enough for him to smell her sweet scent and the tops of her breasts were still on display, which didn’t help at all.
He felt the need to apologize for his condition, though he scarcely knew how. Sifting through the English words that had made their way into his brain, he found one that seemed right.
“Sor-ry.” The word came out sounding harsh and rusty in his deep voice, which hadn’t been used for speech in so long. Clearing his throat, Roarn tried again. “Sorry,” he rumbled and gestured to her breasts. “Can’t…help.”
The little female looked down at herself and seemed to realize for the first time that the top of her pink garment was gaping open.
“Oh!” she gasped and snatched it closed. Standing up quickly, she took the bowl to the sink and dumped out the water. Turning her head to look over her shoulder at him she said, “You must not have seen a woman in a long time to get so, er, excited over an old lady like me!”
Roarn didn’t understand all these words, but it seemed that maybe she was denigrating herself. He frowned uncertainly and pointed at her.
“La-dy?” he asked.
“Oh, that’s not my name!” she said quickly. “I’m Christine. Chris-teen,” she emphasized slowly, pointing at her own chest. Then she pointed at Roarn. “What’s your name?” she asked.
For a moment, Roarn didn’t know—he had been nameless, wandering alone in the dark of the Fury for so long. Then his name came back to him like a bird flying home to its nest.
“Roarn,” he said, poking his own broad chest with his thumb. He could feel a grin of relief spread over his face as this piece of his lost identity came back to him. For the first time in years, he knew who he was. He was Roarn—a Monstrum Kindred warrior. Then he pointed at her. “Chris-teen,” he said.
“Yes.” She nodded and smiled. “Christine and Roarn can be friends. Just friends,” she emphasized and nodded at his shaft, with a little frown.
Luckily, the way she was mostly facing away from him hid her luscious breasts from his view and now that she was across the room, her sweet scent was no longer quite so overpowering. Slowly his shaft re-sheathed itself, hiding its long, hard length in his furry pouch.
“Sorry,” he rumbled again.
“That’s all right.” She gave him a tentative smile. “Maybe you’ve been lost and wandering around and haven’t, er, seen any women for a while.” She raised her eyebrows at him in that questioning way she had. “Er, do you have any place to go? Any place to spend the night?”
Hesitantly, Roarn shook his head. Was she asking him to leave?
“Roarn go?” he asked and pointed back to the door where he had come in. “Roarn…leave?”
“No, no!” the little female named Christine said hastily. “I wouldn’t throw you out on a night like this. I was just wondering if you had any people who might be waiting for you. Other Monstrum maybe?”