The Ugly Duckling Of The Tiger Tribe-Chapter 240: She was also a troublemaker

The feeding was nearly over. I had done my duty to the boy and the first girl, and now the last of the three—Damar Jr.

I took her from Fenric and placed her in my bosom. I think I was nearly out of milk, but it should be fine. She was not as heavy a sucker as her siblings.

She sucked for a while, quietly and didn’t rush, but the flow of the milk seemed too delicious for her to keep her composure and she grew even fiercer while sucking. But she brought her tiny paw to her face, hiding as she did this.

It was so cute seeing how she was hiding.

But I saw how she eyed Fenric, who was looking intently at him, and then covering my breast.

Oh my, was this what I thought it was? Was our little Damar Jr becoming territorial during meal time?

It’s almost as if she wanted to take after her father in that aspect.

Gosh, it’ll be war if she does. I hope she doesn’t.

And then, after a while, she was finally full. She let go of my breast and burped.

"Are you full?" I asked, tapping on her nose. "Or do you want more?" But she shook her head from my touch and immediately began to scramble.

She wasn’t looking for a snuggle or a pat on the back, she was heading straight for the man she felt a strong connection with.

"No," I whispered, my voice sharp as I intercepted her before she could touch her father’s skin.

She struggled against my hands, her tiny, unsteady legs pushing off my palms. She wanted to reach Damar, but he was burning up too much, to the point that the heat coming off him was so intense it felt like standing too close to an open oven.

I was terrified that if her soft, newborn skin made contact with him, it would leave a mark.

"I’ve got her," Noah said, reaching down and taking the small, squirming weight from my hands, adding to the other he had in his hand.

She narrowed her eyes at Noah Jr., who gave a sly grin and then pawed her face.

She was also a troublemaker. No surprise there. Just look at her father.

Damar Jr wasn’t interested in playing with her, though. She turned to look at Damar and gave a small growl, crying.

"Sorry, baby, but you can’t touch him yet. I know you want to meet your daddy but not right now." I whispered to her and kissed her head. "In a moment, maybe a day or two, alright?"

I wasn’t sure if she understood my words, but my daughter was smart enough to make out the situation without understanding the words I said.

She went still, calm and quiet. That’s my sensible daughter. She was such a genius.

"I’ll take her to go play," Noah said and I nodded. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"Thank you. I’ll appreciate it."

"Just let us know when you want to get started," Fenric added and my heart skipped a beat.

"Why... Why should I let you know?" I asked. Naturally, I’d think it was just so they could get the cubs out of there, but his response came out perverse.

"So we can watch, of course."

My face reddened.

"You... Pervert."

He laughed and Noah grinned.

"Relax, little tiger. It’s just so we can monitor Damar. We can’t have him roughing you up right from the start, you know." It was a reasonable reason, but I couldn’t help but think about his hidden motives.

They weren’t that pure, you know.

"Fine, fine," I said. "Then, play with the cubs for a while. I... I just want to sit here and talk to Damar."

"Alright."

Noah kissed my forehead and left. Fenric kissed my lips, a soft peck, and left.

I touched my lip, the lingering warmth from Fenric’s lip dripping on mine. And then the taste of my breast milk.

My face went blank... That guy, did he kiss his daughter, or did he intentionally lick the drops of breast milk on her face?

I’ll never know how far their perversion was going to go.

I sat down for a second, my chest heavy and my coat still open, looking at Damar. I picked up the wet cloth in the bowl of water and wiped his forehead.

By the time I returned it to the pot, I realized the water I had dabbed onto his forehead had already vanished, leaving his skin dry and dangerously hot.

I sighed, feeling even more anxious.

"No matter how long I give it, the fever isn’t going to break on its own," I said to myself, looking at the way Damar’s chest was heaving, the muscles in his neck strained and corded. "It’s only making things worse."

I looked down at the two heads between Damar’s thick thighs and then bit my bottom lip, sensually and worriedly.

I finally resolved myself and took off my coat completely.

I reached out and placed my hand on his chest. It was like touching a hot stone. I felt the thrum of his heart, frantic and powerful.

"Okay," I whispered, more to myself than to anyone.

I moved over him, my knees sinking into the furs on either side of his hips.

"Damar," I called softly, hoping he’d wake up right at this moment. "Damar, I’m here."

But there was no response. Would I have to wake him up down there to get a response from his brain? I wondered.

That seemed to be the only way at this point.

And so, I reached for his twin dicks, holding them both in my hands. Because they were limp, they could fit, but once they were hard, I’d probably need a bit more effort to hold them in place.

I knelt there, between his knees, my upper body bent forward to watch his dicks clearly... Like I wouldn’t be able to watch them clearly if I moved back a little bit.

I just... Wanted to feel them up close.

I had wiped him down already, so he was clean. I had nothing to worry about in terms of hygiene so I stuck my tongue out, licking the first one. A salty taste hit my taste bud, but not only that. An electric shock bolted all over my body, from my head, to the tip of my toes.

"Ngh," I grunted, curling my toes and then feeling my vagina pulse.

There was a full ache... A phantom reminder of the pain u had gone through during the healing process and that made me pause.

I was scared. I don’t think I’d be able to push his dick inside me, even if it was just one. That fear was holding me back.

Maybe... I shouldn’t be taking the lead after all. Let’s wake Damar up.