Page 14 of His to Worship

Does she feel the same? Does she feel the drive to be with me the way I do her?

Sedona pulls me from my thoughts again when she makes a swirling motion with her finger that tells me to spin. Though I am confused as to why, I spin in a full rotation before coming back to face her. My female giggles and the sound is like a bone flute song in my ear. She makes the motion again, but this time, when I am facing away from her in my spin, I feel small hands on my back stopping me from turning fully around.

She tugs gently at my pants, and at first, I think she wants me to take them off and I grow momentarily excited. Although I would prefer to take her in the warmth of a hut, maybe she does feel the bond and is feeling impatient. But then she pushes slightly down on my waist, and I understand that she just wishes for me to crouch, so I do.

A second later, a small body is pressed against my back, soft arms gripping at my neck. She wraps her legs around my waist and I try my best to ignore the thought that her cunt is pressed to my back. I can feel the hot warmth of it, even through the additional coverage she has there.

I drag my thoughts away from this as it is not the time. My hands hook under her thighs instinctively and I stand with her gripped firmly to me. I feel a small hand tug at my left forehorn, leading my head in that direction. I get it immediately. She wishes to lead me.

“Carry on, female. Let us go and find what you desire me to see.” I begin walking.

With only a few long strides, we are around a large rock, and into view comes strange shiny stone fragments and a large mass further ahead. She tugs at my horns, titling me towards the large form that, as we get closer, I realize is made of the same black and gray stone from the pieces around us. It looks to be a cave, but it is isolated from the mountain and is shaped angularly in an unnatural way that makes me a bit uncomfortable.

Cautiously, I slow my steps. “What is this?”

She does not answer me, instead my female makes a sound of encouragement and tips my head forward. I do not move and her small finger begins insistently pointing next to my face towards the opening of the cave. I hesitate, but she starts scrambling to get down, so I move forward as asked.

As I approach, I see a lopsided covering over the front of the cave. She pushes me forward and I move inside against my better judgment. The inside of the peculiar stone cave is a sight that nearly makes me choke in astonishment. Hanging from the ceiling are long curling ropes with frayed edges, some in colors I have not seen before. The floors and walls are all made of the same smooth gray rock and half of the ceiling is missing.

But, what pulls me up short are the large eggs leaning against all three walls of the stone cave. At least, I think they are eggs. They are smoothed and polished to perfect ovoids, and the shiny gray surface is made of a material I have never seen before.

Sedona encourages me forward, and I realize that the shape of them is not the most astounding thing by a long shot. No, what truly takes my breath away is that in seven pods there are other females just like Sedona. Well, not just like. My Sedona has a beautiful coloring and hair that is unique, but they are all clearly of the same people.

I see that there is an eighth egg that is open. I stare in awe. This must be where my Sedona hatched from. My mind spins. She fell from the sky, I saw it.

Is she a child of the Great Mother? Is this what the people of the heavens look like? If so, have I truly been so blessed and gifted as to mate a Great Child? I vow in this moment that I will protect my Sedona with everything that is in me. I will never give the Great Mother cause to regret gifting me with something so precious.

My heart aches with the need to ensure her safety and comfort. I must set to work immediately. I set Sedona on her feet and gesture for her to sit. She does not understand at first, but I pull off my waist wrap and spread it on the ground, then continue gesturing. After this, she understands what I intend and she does as told, sitting with her legs folded under her.

I am down to just my pants and my foot coverings, but I can stand the cold for some period of time before it becomes dangerous. The only lieq who really need to be covered at all times are the kits as even with their fur, they have not learned to regulate their body temperature. Regardless, I would suffer any amount of cold for my mate’s comfort.

Speaking of, I look around the strange cave. I will make this place comfortable for her, and it will be so before the second eye leaves its partner in the sky. Leaving my mate in the safety of her sky cave, I jog back for my pack. The provisions I need are in there. When I make my way back, Sedona still sits where I left her and I feel a fierce sense of satisfaction that she did as I asked.

My first task must be ensuring that she is well-fed and watered. I have provided her warmth with my furs, for now at least. I will work to make coverings of her own eventually, but for now, I need to focus on the immediate needs.

I come to a stop in front of Sedona and drop to my knees before her. Fishing through my pack, I finally find my wrap of dried meat and mala. I shift to a sitting position and break off a piece of oftii meat. I wrap the meat in a torn piece of mala and pass it to her.

She tries to resist saying, “No hung-ree,” over and over. But, I give her a warning growl. I do not mean to, but it slips out before I can catch it. Her eyes widen at the sound, but I am relieved that I do not scent any additional fear.

She hesitantly takes the food from me and gives it a sniff. She looks at me for reassurance before she takes a bite. Her mouth moves so fascinatingly as she chews and I momentarily lose myself in movement. When she swallows, I watch her throat bob and feel my cock stiffen.

The bond connection is strong. The elders did not lie, it is as if everything she does is meant to draw me in. Though, I have to believe I would be drawn to her without the bond. She’s absolutely enchanting.

Once I am content with the amount Sedona has eaten, I leave her with the small water skin I leave strapped to my body. My body heat prevents it from freezing in the Atiqarii weather. With the water skin in her hands and the thought of heat in mind, I set about with my most important task. I need to fix whatever covering my mate managed to throw together. I am very proud of the work she did to survive, but I am here now.

I will make things right for her.

EIGHT

- sedona -

Kuvier is…something.

I don’t know exactly what yet, but he’s something. So far, he’s proven to be generous; he’s given me the literal clothes off his back. He’s been protective, refusing to let me walk in the snow with my terrible footwear. He’s fed me, given me water, and now he’s fixing the mess of a shelter I constructed.

But, he’s also proven to be very interested in me. I’m no virgin, so I can tell what the looks he throws my way mean and I’ve caught a tent in his pants more than once. At the same time, he’s done absolutely nothing inappropriate. Everything he has done, besides the koala hug, has felt like it was done for my well-being.

Now, granted, he has found every reason to give me light touches. Brushes of the hand when he passes things to me, patting my head as he passes, trailing his fingers up my arms when he sits near me. But, again, nothing too concerning.