The Bridal Hunt (17 page)

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I floated around on the surface of the water, staring at the sky as puffy bluish white clouds rolled by.

We'd finished the laundry up earlier than we'd planned and it was my turn to skip out early.

We rotate, letting one lucky lady call it a day early when the majority of our work load is done.

This time it's my turn.

Oh, yeeeaaahhh...

I hummed a little as I slowly rolled and started swimming.

A cracking sound echoed and my head shot up. I glanced around to see where it had come from.

Trees rustled off to the side and my eyes fixed on the spot, glued to it.

My heart beat sped up.

A second later, Kirch stepped out and walked to the edge of the water, sitting down, dipping his feet in, just like he had the last time I'd run into him here.

He looked at me and smiled, his eyes wandering lower, his smile growing into a full out grin as he took all of me in.

His grin is down
right wicked.

Stupid body!

I cursed my loins as they moistened up, tingling with awareness.

Awareness
of him.

I sunk down a little lower.

Where's a bucket of cold water when you need it, damn it?

He leaned forward a little, to get a better view and I splashed water at him.

He just wiped it off, unperturbed.

I tried not to be too embarrassed
by the fact that he caught me skinny dipping in my favorite swimming spot.

Other than Veck and then Kirch that one time, no one else ever comes here, so I'd never worried about someone discovering me in my birthday suit.

It's not like they have swimsuits lying around out here for people to wear and it's way too cold to run home in wet clothes.

I turned my back to him and tried to slowly float towards the vicinity of my things, hoping he didn't catch on to what I was doing before I could reach them.

"Could I use your fur?" I asked sweetly from over my shoulder, trying to distract him.

He unglued his gaze from my ass, his eyes shooting up towards mine.

"Kirch's fur?" he asked excitedly.

"Sure," I said smiling at him, waiting for him to take off and go get it.

"Meanie wants Kirch to warm her up?" he asked with a secret smile, a gleam coming over those startling yellow orbs, his smile growing.

"Uhhh... you mean with your fur
, right?"

He nodded his head 'yes', licking his lips.

"Okay," I said slowly, wondering why he seemed so pleased with my answer.

He started to edge towards the bushes where I'd set my clothes.

"The fur, Kirch, remember?"

He just smiled at me and kept going.

"Kirch?"

His response- a purr started up, rumbling up out of him.

"Kirch," I warned.

He ignored me.

I reached the edge of the water and hopped up, nabbing my clothes before he could get to them.

I tried to keep them dry, holding them up and over my head, trying, simultaneously, to both make sure they stayed dry and get back into the water, but Kirch plucked me up and pulled me roughly against him.

"Hey!" I shouted indignantly, "Put me down!"

"Meanie wants Kirch to warm her up," he purred in my ear, wrapping his arms around me as he carried me over to his furs.

He sat down with me in his lap and pulled my hair away from my neck, nuzzling the sensitive bit of flesh as a purr rumbled from deep in his chest.

I shivered.

"Meanie warm?" he asked against my neck, a little growl in his voice as his erection rubbed against my lower back.

"Uh... yep. All warmed up. Th
anks. You can let go now," I squeakd with false cheer.

I tried to get up, but he held firm, his big brawny arms banded around me, growling at me warningly, holding me in place.

He sniffed at my neck, then purred, giving it a lick.

I felt the drag of his tongue, hot, rasping and thick, as if he was running it along my cunt.

I muffled a moan.

Aghast at myself, I tried to jump up.

"Kirch! Let go!" I demanded.

He snarled against my ear and I elbowed him in the stomach.

He grunted, but didn't release me.

"Let go!" I bellowed and elbowed him near his groin.

This time he released me.

He glared at me as I scrambled back and clutched my clothes to my chest, sliding into a puddle of mud as I flopped backwards.

"Oh, don't you snarl and growl at me!" I yelled as he got on his hands and knees and advanced towards me.

"Meanie mine!
" he snarled menacingly.

"No, I'm not!" I snapped vehemently.

"Yes!" he hissed at me.

"No!" I hissed right back.

He bared his teeth at me with a fierce expression on his face.

Sad as mine are compared to his, I bared mine.

He stopped in his tracks, blinking at me in disbelief.

The look on his face right now...
priceless.

He looks so dumbfounded, it's hilarious.

My lips quirked.

His expression quickly turned sour, scowling at me now.

I got over the whole cowering thing when he gets all ‘
grr’
at me after I realized he wasn't
really
going to do anything about it, so I held my ground.

"You don't really want
me
. You just want a willing pussy," I told him bluntly.

"Only Meanie's," he said after a moment, his eyes smoldering like melted, deep yellow citrine, glowing at me.

"Bullshit!" I screeched at him, "You were more than happy to replace me. Remember Candy?! Or have you forgotten already?"

"Kirch not want Candy!" he snapped, his voice starting to rise with his mounting anger.

"Then why did you take her?" I glared at him.

He stared at me for a minute and then smiled.

He had that 'light bulb's just gone off' look on his hairy beastie mug, happy and maybe a little smug all of the sudden.

I'm not a fan of that look on him.

...makes me want to slap him...

This can't be good.

"Meanie no like Kirch to have other mate.” He gauged my reaction.

I blushed, turning beet red as some of the truth to his words hit home.

I'm not exactly thrilled that I have, for some time, harbored some feelings for him and I'm not particularly happy with him at the moment for pointing it out either.

We've haven't had the most 'pleasant' of interactions since I've gotten here, but his rejection of me, when he'd been so adamant before, like he was truly interested for whatever reason, really burned me.

It took me a little while to sort my feelings out about it and I'm not too keen on the fact that the only explanation I could honestly come up with for myself was jealousy.

I was jealous he'd wanted somebody else.

Jealous he hadn't wanted me.

And it was
‘him’ of all males.

So what do we do when we don't want to face something...?

Deny!

Deny!

Deny!

I'd never thought it was something I'd ever have to deal with, Veck and I going for the only one mate approach.

Yeah, Mina, look how well that's turned out for ya! Now you might possibly have three!

"I don't care what you do!" I shouted at him adamantly, "but you won't be doing it with me!"

"Meanie cares," he said carefully, eyeing me possessively.

"Go right ahead! Go find Candy! See if I care! George didn't really want her anyways!"

He started laughing at me and it really pissed me off.

"It's not funny! Stop laughing!" I huffed out indignantly.

He ignored me.

I growled at him in frustration and he just laughed harder.

Asshole
, I thought as I gripped a handful of mud and tossed it at his face, satisfied when a giant glop landed on his forehead and slid down, smearing across his face, then down his furry white chest.

He stared at me in open mouthed surprise, then glowered, eyes narrowing to slits as I readied another mud bomb.

"Meanie!" he barked at me.

"Kirch!" I yelled right back.

"Bad Meanie!"

"Don't you chastise me! You... you... stupid... stubborn... BABOON!" I spluttered, shrieking at him in rage.

I threw another mud clump at him and he tried to dodge it, but I still got him.

He glared at me as I giggled a little at the look on his face and the mud caked all over him.

"Not so funny
now,
is it, asshole!" I crowed as I let another clump of mud fly, hitting him in the neck and chest this time.

I got up and grabbed my clothes, darting straight for my cottage as he bellowed behind me, then 'oomph'-ed as he slipped in the mud.

Hah!

His angry bellows followed me as I ran butt naked home through the woods, my clothes tightly gripped in my hands.

I ran passed a gaping Bia, not breaking stride as I rushed towards the front door.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer!" I shouted at him as I ran by.

Veck looked up at me questioningly as I ran inside and slammed the door shut, bracing my body against it, dropping my clothes somewhere in the rush.

"
Now
, would be as good a time as any to show me how to bolt the door!" I said frantically.

Veck raised a brow at me, but got up and bolted the door for me anyways.

Kirch's angry bellowing reached the door and I jumped when he started pounding his fist on it, trying to get in.

I ran behind Veck and gripped his back.

"Don't let him get me!" I squeaked as the door came flying off of its hinges, Kirch storming in, covered in mud.

"Meanie!" he bellowed, "Come! Now!"

I peeked out from behind Veck to see all the veins sticking out in Kirch's neck, his whole body tensed up and angry.

He looks so...
pink
... when he's mad, I thought as I took him in.

His eyes were glowing, deep yellow and his teeth were pulled back in a snarl. Mud caked him from stem to sternum and his mane of white blonde hair was wild and untamed, fanning out around him in a crazed tangle.

Ooooh he's sooo mad.

Veck growled warningly when Kirch stepped forward to reach for me.

Kirch pulled back and balled his fists up at his sides as he glared at Veck.

"Meanie, come," Kirch said sounding a little bit calmer now.

I didn't buy it for a minute.

"No," I said boldly from the safety of Veck's back.

Veck said something to Kirch in their language and Kirch responded. It turned into some kind of heated argument, Kirch storming off angrily in the end.

Bia walked in, taking in the door and me cowering behind Veck.

So much for me not being intimidated by Kirch anymore, eh. Just call me 'chicken Mina'.

"Do I even want to know?" Bia asked curiously, winking at me when he caught me looking at him.

"No," Veck and I both said at the same time.

Chapter 13

It was really early in the morning when the bed creaked
as Veck got up. I rolled over, giving him my back as I drifted off to sleep again.

A little while later, Veck crawled back in, pulling me snugly against him as I sighed happily.

"I love you," I whispered against his arm, rubbing him caressingly as he started to purr deeply against my back, answering me back without words.

I smiled, content, letting the soothing rumble send me back to sleep.

****

I gasped as I woke up and felt a hot hard brand sliding between my thighs, brushing my nether lips, teasing me as it ran through my folds, rubbing against my clit as my body's natural lubricant ran along his shaft, slicking him up.

A hand was kneading my breast, strumming my nipple in time to him rocking himself against me.

I let my hand slide down to cup his testicles as he pumped himself against my sex.

My fingers slid a little lower, trailing in a feather light touch against the patch of skin just underneath his sac.

He grunted and tensed up, moaning loudly when he climaxed, his seed splashing my chest and stomach as he found his release.

"Meanie," purred the wrong voice against my neck.

I tensed up, freezing when Kirch brought his other hand around and smeared his cum all over my stomach and breasts.

"Kirch?" I squeaked out surprised.

"Mmmm," he mumbled as he painted me with his seed.

I popped out of my shocked stupor and grabbed his hands to still his 'au natural foray into finger painting Mina'.

"Stop that," I snapped, grabbing his hands harder when he ignored my death grip and continued to rub it in.

He purred.

"Kirch! Ugh! That's kind of gross!" I said indignantly, "It's your... and I...
grrr
... You're going to make me all sticky now... and just
ewww!"

"Kirch mark Meanie. Meanie Kirch's mate," he said simply, like
that
would explain it all.

Oh, yeah, I totally understand now! Not! Thanks for the explanation!

"Veck doesn't paint me with his semen!" I grumped, trying to shove him off.

"Kirch not Veck," Kirch growled angrily, releasing me.

I popped up.

"Obviously,"
I said haughtily, slipping out of bed, putting my hands on my hips as I glared at him.

Where the fuck is a towel?

I looked around really quick.

Kirch growled at me, menace lacing his tone as he got on his hands and knees on the bed, catching my undivided attention, glaring right back.

"Come, mate," he demanded, pointing at the bed, his erection standing up and straight out from between his generously muscled thighs.

Speaking of generous… I tried not to stare at his larger than life, angry red, despite his recent release, turgid cock.

“Come! Now!”

"You come here,"
I clipped, pointing at the spot next to me.

He got up and started towards me, his hackles raised as he stalked forward, his large frame tensed up and determined, exuding that beast man machismo that makes me cream.

He sniffed the air, inhaling deeply.

A deep, predatory growl came tumbling out of him, long and low, strumming along all of my nerve endings.

Bearing his teeth at me, he snarled something in his own language.

Oh, fuck me...

"You know what, you stay right there," I yelped nervously, dodging him when he would have snatched me up.

I ran around the room, ducking and dodging him with the help of the furniture and a couple of well-aimed dishes.

Kirch finally caught me when I tripped on my own clothes from yesterday and flew forward.

I thumped on the floor, trying to scramble up as soon as I fell.

"Meanie," Kirch growled out warningly as he placed his much larger frame over mine.

One arm snuck around my hips and the other pushed my head down, pinning me in place as he adjusted himself over me.

I squirmed uselessly.

I felt the head of his erection as he place
d it at the entrance to my sopping pussy and pushed, trying to cram his thickened shaft into my tight, unprepared sheath.

A breathless gasp escaped me as he tried to force his way in, his shaft being thicker than Veck's the way i
t is, I wasn't quite ready for his invasion.

"Wait," I groaned as he managed to get the head all the way in, "You're too big and I'm not ready."

"Meanie Kirch's," he snarled as he froze over me.

Kirch started to pull out and I relaxed in relief.

"Mine," he snarled suddenly as he pushed the hair off of my neck and latched on, his teeth digging in to my shoulder as he rammed himself back into my cunt, burying himself to the hilt.

I screamed in shock as he stuffed me to the brim, the pain of his abrupt entry
quickly easing as he started pounded into me frantically, replacing the pain with pleasure as he roughly took me.

"Kirch!" I sobbed openly.

His teeth were still deep in my shoulder, but the pain was overshadowed by the hard rhythm he'd adopted, the fire he'd ignited inside of me bursting, sending me over, my body trembling in the aftermath as I quivered and trembled around his cock, my flesh grasping at him desperately as I took him with me.

H
is immediate purr of satisfaction as he continued to pump into me, elicited a small, self-satisfied grin from me.

I slumped down, enjoying the cold of the stone floor on my heated skin.

Kirch pulled back, massaging the cheeks of my bottom with one hand as he explored the rest of me thoroughly with the other.

He was s
till rock hard inside of me when I tried to get up.

"Stay."

He held me down, looming over me, the fur of his chest tickling my back.

"Kirch not done
with Meanie." He chuckled, thrusting into me so I'd get the picture.

I whimpered in both trepidation and renewed remnants of pleasure, my clit still sensitive from my orgasm of a few moments ago as he gripped my hips and started up all over again.

"Meanie Kirch's," he purred as he thrust up again, pulling my hips down and over him as he ground his pelvis with mine.

I clawed at the floor and pushed myself back against him, panting loudly as his engorged shaft hit my sweet spot.

"Meanie say it," Kirch demanded, swiveling his hips, his cock head rubbing up just right inside of me, brushing a particular spot that had me mewling and crying out loud.

I didn't respond, but instead of stopping like I was getting worried he would, he pushed me over, his thumb and forefinger reaching around, pinching my clit to set me off.

He stopped his maddening pace long enough to let my body settle down, then picked up right where he'd left off.

"Meanie say it," he growled at me.

"No," I said stubbornly, moaning as he kept stride and plucked at my nipples.

"Meanie say it
for Kirch," he purred, voice was full of cocky self-assuredness.

"Wanna bet?" I asked breathlessly, smirking at him over my shoulder.

****

"No. No more," I groaned as my poor over used pussy throbbed to life again.

"Mmmm," he purred as he slapped my ass hard, "Say it, Meanie."

I yelped an
d jumped as his hand landed, marking the meaty flesh.

"I hate you." I scowled at him over my shoulder.

He just smiled and slapped me again, this time a little harder.

"Hey! Knock that shit off!"

"Meanie likes," he purred as he chuckled at me.

I stifled the moan I wanted to let out as his hand ran
soothingly over my sore bottom.

This i
s the newest in Kirch's bag of tricks and I'm about ready to admit defeat.

Who would have thought I'd actually met my match... someone who was capable of out stubborn-ing me...

He slapped me again and I mentally slapped myself for the gooseflesh that broke out all over my skin and the excited gasp I let loose.

Kirch ran his fingers over my swollen clit, feathering a finger over it teasingly, running it through our combined juices as he teased me.