Chapter 42: Untouched
#42 of The Mating Season 4
Chapter 42: Untouched
When the magical hole had closed tight behind her, Wynn found herself engulfed once more in darkness. A stream of moonlight fed through the open window and slanted across the low fire, whose blue flames the sorceress Nontikmah had magically conjured some hours ago.
Wynn could see her mother's shapely body lying still and breathing peacefully on bed in the blue glow of the fire. She crawled to Avi's side, wondering what her father was doing with Nontikmah. Perhaps the little witch was hopping in her father's lap as Avi had the day before. For the first time, Wynn understood why a female would want to sit in her father's lap: a penis was supposed to go inside a vagina, and the bigger that penis, the more pleasure for the female. Wynn had learned this from watching her parents. Kilyan's big cock had brought Avi such pleasures that he'd had to cover her mouth with his kisses to smother her cries. Was Nontikmah enjoying her father even now? Wynn didn't want to think of it, of her father being bargained away like a piece of meat so they could all get home. She was just pulling back the top sheet to crawl in with her mother when something made her freeze.
Wynn stifled a small cry: Inden's black eyes were glinting from a dark corner of the room! She could see the partial silhouette of his bulging shoulder and arm: he was sitting up against the wall, his arms folded, his feathery wings a huge shadow behind him. And he didn't look happy. Wynn bit her lip and knelt in guilty horror where she was.
"How could you, Wynn?" Inden whispered at last. "How could you let that -- creature -- seduce you!" His guttural voice was so loud it practically boomed in the silence.
"Shut up!" Wynn hissed, for fear her mother might wake.
Inden leapt dramatically to his feet, and Wynn was saddened to see his tears glistening in the darkness. Unlike mischievous Sylas, she had forgotten Inden was such a sensitive prince. She stood as well and went to him, begging him to come with her into the front room: if they were going to argue, they should at least do it out of earshot of her mother.
Inden managed a small smile: Wynn was so calm, even in the midst of her betrayal! But he let her lead him by the arm into the front room of the hut, where the orange fire stood glowing and deserted in the deep pit. When they sat on the sitting furs, Inden snatched his arm free of Wynn and demanded an explanation.
"Or is there anything to explain?" he hissed. "You let him touch you, didn't you! In that place that you vowed was only for me!"
Wynn was shocked: Inden seemed to believe that Sylas had been inside of her! Her mouth fell open and she shook her head so hard that her silver ears flopped. "No, Inden, that's not what happened at all!" she cried earnestly. She was sitting up on her knees, and her paws clutched them anxiously.
Inden didn't seem to believe her and only shook his head darkly. "I asked your father for your paw. I want you for my wife! How can I trust a wife who lays with the first handsome male that comes her way --"
"He wasn't inside me!" Wynn shouted louder than she meant to. She scowled at Inden and rambled off a string of angry words in the shemale tongue.
Inden, of course, knew what she was saying: she had called him a jealous idiot and vowed that if he didn't knock it off, she really would sleep with Sylas.
"You don't even have your moons yet," Inden returned in the guttural language of the winged warriors. He continued as he slapped his fist against his chest, "Without your moons, sex will hurt twice as badly, and I'll kill Sylas before he does that to you!"
Wynn sat with her ears pricked forward as she drank in those last grunted and growled words, silently translating them into the shemale tongue. She smiled sadly and answered in the common tongue, "Oh, Inden! Sylas did not take me! He didn't take me!"
She leaned forward on her paws, and after spreading her thighs, she snatched Inden's big clumsy paw and sank his fingers into her sex. She closed her eyes as his big fingers carefully explored her, and finding that hard little hymen quite tight and unyielding, he withdrew his fingers with a blush.
"But -- but how you could let him take you away from me!" Inden stubbornly demanded. He folded his arms again and couldn't meet Wynn's gaze.
"I believe you owe me an apology," Wynn snapped.
"I'm sorry for doubting you!" Inden snapped back. He grabbed Wynn's shoulders and added with wetly glistening eyes, "The thought of him taking you -- it makes me want to hit something!"
"Inden!" Wynn melted against his chest and smiled when he closed his arms around her. "No one will have me but you -- no one! I love you. Don't you understand that? Love?"
Inden held her close with trembling arms and nodded, repeating the word in his native tongue.
"God," Wynn whispered with a laugh. "It's like we're already married!"
"No, it's not," Inden answered with a little snort. "If we were, I'd kill Sylas for touching you! I can smell it, his breath on your pussy."
Wynn blushed: she hadn't thought of that.
"You can't let him do that thing to you again. It isn't proper, his mouth there. If you like that so much, I'll do it to you at our first mating season, but never before. As your father says, a maiden should be pure for her first mating season."
It was Wynn's turn to scoff. She snorted out a laugh and answered, "He only says that because he is my father! I bet he slept with plenty of females before his first mating season. So he explained the mating season to you, did he?"
Inden grunted. "Yes, he did. I wish we'd had the custom at my village. We had a sort of mating season . . . but after the pups had reached the age of one, all the mothers and female pups were slaughtered . . ."
Inden's arms trembled again and Wynn grimly nodded: he had told her before. How horrifying to have witnessed such a thing! She kissed Inden's shoulder as he held her close and was happy to feel him return the kiss in her mane.
"We must get back to bed," Inden whispered after a pause. "I will stay up and watch over you, make sure Sylas does not return to take you away from me --"
"Inden!"
"Wynn, we are intended! It isn't right for another male to touch another's intended bride!"
Wynn gazed up at him with anxious green eyes. "Please, Inden! Just promise me you won't hurt him! Promise me!"
Wynn looked so frightened that Inden swore. She was relieved when he smiled and kissed her on the head again. He led her by the paw back into the room they shared with Avi, and when Wynn snuggled down with her mother again, she felt a thrill of love for the silhouette of her guardian prince as he sat against the wall with his arms folded, a brick wall that no danger could get behind.