EXTRACT FOR
Pagan
(Christina Stoke)

"It's afraid," Dun said in wonder, poking the small creature with the end of his staff. The creature flinched, then whimpered pitifully confirming his theory. Then, he added in a low hiss as though the creature might understand. "Did you see those teats, Fall?" Dun had forgotten about the other large beast he had seen, becoming caught up in the oddly alluring sights and actions of this one, as he heard Fall utter.



"Fat." Then, Fall said fiercely as if he wished to believe it beyond anything. "It is not femmen."



Dun understood Fall's fierceness, because he too had unaccountable demands inside him for this creature not to be femmen. Still, he was not a hand pumping prick nor a beast rutter, but this creature . . . this creature seemed more of them and less of an animal, except for the abundance of long and wild hair it possessed.



Dun crouched a pace from the creature, settling on his solid haunches as Fall crouched beside him, and they both observed the naked apparition before them. The creature was rolled into a compact ball of pale and unbelievable smooth looking flesh. It had diminutive little feet, with miniature toes sticking out, which were curled beneath a smoothly cleaved and rounded rump that flowed into quivering lithe thighs.



At least it had stopped trying, in the clumsiest and most inept manner Dun ever seen, to continue its futile attempts at escape. He knew it was wounded, he'd seen the thorns scratch what appeared to be unimaginable soft flesh. But, what attracted his gaze irresistibly and he knew lured Fall's gaze also, was what was below the cleft of this creature's abundant ass. It was scrunched together tightly, but no male would miss the sight of what appeared to be the plump and rosy lower lips of this creature's rutting sheath.



Fall, beside him shoveled back his shoulder length black hair and pointed outward with a thick forefinger. "It's a cleft. There."



The creature whimpered sharply and quivered in response, nearly as though it might understand what Fall was saying. Both men might have looked at each other more perplexed than before, except neither of them could tear their gazes from the outlined impression of a rosy-pink slit. Dun felt his prick-root instantly filling out and swelling harder against his hide thong. It always did that with any excited exertion, but this time it was not physical prowess and adventure lifting his prick to stoutness, but the stirring sight of fleshy-pink, petite, and soft looking, bitches rutting lips.



"Krutz," Dun cursed low, sucking in his belly muscles at the twinges of feeling throbbing in his engorging prick-root. Fall grumbled beside him, nearly the same, and they knew each others reaction without looking at their clan-brothers crotch. It had to be doubly worse for Fall, Dun thought, because Fall had not felt any release for three moons rotations.



"I could make a net, weaving the tall grasses." Dun knew that both he and Fall were worried about the deadly bites and scratches from poisonous nails this creature carried even as much as their lust was interested.



Fall rubbed a scratch on his mounded chest thoughtfully. The little animal had scratched his flesh when he had fallen on top of it. If it were lethal as the femmen, he would be dead by now. "It scratched me in several places," Fall told Dun lowly, while he thought that the lush roundness of this creature was unbelievable and tempting. Fall knew one thing for certain, he was not going to let the animal go until investigating further. So, he said clearly, "We will make a net."



"No. Please!"



Fall grunted in total surprise, jerking backward and landing on his ass as Dun fell backward the same way. The creature spoke! Wailed more like it, but Fall understood every word. He and Dun could not have been more stunned or embarrassed about falling on their rumps. "If you move, we will kill you!" Fall shouted, covering his shock with forcefulness as both Dun and he jumped to their feet with their swords drawn.



"Please, don't hurt me!" The little creature wailed pitifully with its entire body shuddering.



Fall still failed to see how it could speak, but he was beginning to have suspicions about all of the creature's hair. Just because no one he had ever met before had this much hair or hair as unthinkably long, did not mean that a person, and not an animal, could not have it. Krutz, the little creature came from a falling star, Fall thought, that alone made it beyond his former comprehension.