The Bridal Hunt

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as I bent over it.
    "Well," I wiggled my bum at him, "what are you waiting for? I'm getting cold over here, husband ."
    Veck leaned over me, hands gripping my hips as his erection slid between my thighs.
    I marveled at the thickness, taking him in hand, pushing the fur covered foreskin back to reveal his thick, very human like shaft.
    He moaned as I stroked him, my hand running over the head teasingly.
    "Meanie," he said on a breath, thrusting into my hand impatiently.
    "Yes, I am," I giggled, then laughed when he growled at me in exasperation.
    "But I can be nice," I said looking over my shoulder to wink at him.
    I placed him at my sex and impaled myself on him, the cold winter air nipping at my exposed thighs as I worked myself onto his rock hard erection.
    I moaned when I'd taken him all the way, gripping the tree stump as he pulled out a little and pushed back in, my inner walls gripping him tightly as he pumped in and out of my sheath.
    He grew frantic, his pace becoming erratic, growling harshly as I clenched my inner muscles around him, clamping down on him tightly as he mumbled to me in his own language, his breathing coming harsher as he grew mindless with need.
    I ground myself back against him.
    "Harder, Veck," I whimpered, moaning happily when he slammed into me, Veck growling out his excitement as my body responded with a fresh wave of wetness.
    "Hold me tighter," I instructed as I removed one of my hands from the stump and rubbed it against my clit, grinding myself back against him as I manipulated myself with the palm of my hand.
    He gripped my hips hard and snarled, slamming back into me.
    Stars shot forth, dancing across my vision as he rammed my sweet spot. His harsh, persistent thrusts had me crying out, heading towards that precipice, ready to crash right over.
    "Veck!!"
    I came screaming, calling out his name as my body greedily pulled at his shaft, milking him dry as he bellowed my name out in return, his own climax overtaking him as he filled me full of his seed, panting my name like a prayer as my body attempted to drain him of every last drop.
    I leaned back against him when he pulled me up and held my back to his chest, placing small nips and licks against my neck as he grasped my hand, pulled it up to his lips, kissed the tips and placed his ring on my finger.
    "My Meanie," he murmured huskily as he held me close.
    "Yours," I affirmed, clasping my hands over his, the stone in the ring winking at me in the moonlight from the frosty clearing.
    "Forever," he promised as he turned my head to the side and kissed me tenderly, sweetly, carefully.
    Very carefully.
    He does have sharp teeth after all.
    "Forever," I promised as I kissed him back.
     
     
    Chapter 10
     
     
    "Where were you last night? " Bia asked quizzically as we walked to the river, my one water jug looking sadly pathetic compared to the six he could easily carry himself. "I thought you said you were going to be there?"
    "Getting married," I sighed and blushed a little when a giggle escaped.
    "What's that?" he asked as he looked at me curiously . “It sounds familiar… maybe Mama’s said something about it before…”
    "It's like mating for my people."
    A small smile played at my lips.
    I grew excited just thinking about the night we'd spent in each other’s arms, after we'd eventually made it back to the cottage.
    Out of all the snow beasties I could have ended up saddled with, I'm glad I got him. He makes me happy.
    A smile crept up the corners of my lips.
    Really happy.
    It's kind of sad that when I'd reflected back on my old life, I knew it was miserable, I was miserable. Coming here, odd as it has been, has turned out to be a good thing. ...my life here is much more... everything.
    Everyone here is a community, they work together, everyone has something to do... they help each other out... genuinely care...
    Granted, I'm not sure I'll ever get over how I got here ... but I wouldn't want to go back. Not anymore.
    I recalled the

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