The Ugly Duckling Of The Tiger Tribe-Chapter 246: Did you touch yourself in front of my face?

Damar kept going with no restraint and I think I passed out after the third round.

It was just too much.

But I was glad his rut only lasted for hours and not days.

I even had to feed the cubs while he was balls deep inside me. He didn’t want to pull out of me for a single moment.

It was embarrassing but I made sure he was behind me so the cubs wouldn’t catch the embarrassing scene of their partners mating.

It was even harder when the cubs sucked hard. I felt ashamed, feeling sensual during breastfeeding because Damar wouldn’t stop.

The others tried to stop him and tell him to give me a break, but he didn’t. He hissed at them, thinking they were trying to take me away from him.

It was chaotic.

But I’m glad that’s over.

I scratched my head, my hair feeling sticky and damp. I paused and then looked at my hand... Sticky?

I brought it to my nose and smelled it. My eyes widened as I smelled the salty smell of semen.

Someone jerked off in front of my face and had their cum all over my hair.

Who was the pervert?

I sat up right away but my waist broke...

"Argh..." Kill me now. I grunted.

My voice sounded like a frog croaking, my waist was broken, and my thighs felt limp... Damar really sucked the life out of me didn’t he?

The cave was empty and even the cubs weren’t here.

"Fenric!" I called and he bolted in from outside.

"Yes, wife?" He stopped in front of me, kneeling like an obedient puppy and I narrowed my eyes.

If I were to guess who the pervert was, I’d say Noah, but he’s not so inefficient that he would leave evidence of his crime. So... It was definitely Fenric.

He was the only one who didn’t get on the action the previous day too.

"Did you touch yourself in front of my face?" I asked outright and he flinched.

Yup, he was definitely the culprit.

He quickly averted his eyes, his guilt spreading all over his face.

"T-touch myself? I don’t know what you’re talking about." He said.

"Oh really? Then, should I check if it’s you or not?"

"How are you going to check?"

"I’ll make you cum and then compare the semen."

Of course that’s never going to work. It’s not like semen has a different smell.

But I wanted to see what he would say to this.

He placed his hand over his mouth for a bit, thinking. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

He was really thinking this through, huh?

"Just admit it. If it wasn’t you, then who was it?" I asked.

"Damar," he whispered.

"Huh?"

"It was Damar."

I paused. Now I don’t know if to say he was lying or that he was feeling awkward about watching the process.

"Why did Damar do it?" I asked, my eyes peering into his and he gulped.

"You... You should ask him yourself." He said and I sighed.

How will I get to the bottom of this?

But that aside, I should probably wash up.

I feel so sticky all over. I need a thorough bath, and just using a cloth won’t help this time.

But it’s freezing outside... Right?

I looked at Fenric and noticed I didn’t see any snow on him. I looked past him and then saw that the outside was... Green?

Did the snow melt already?

Fenric noticed I was looking towards the entrance and then smiled.

"It’s spring, wife." He said. "The snows all gone?"

"Really?"

"Yes..." He leaned closer and then kissed the corner of my eye. "Winter is finally over."

I felt a sudden, massive weight lift off my chest—though the weight in my lower back and thighs was very much still there.

I took a deep, shaky breath, and for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, the air didn’t bite at the back of my throat. It tasted like damp moss, pine needles, and life.

"The snow is gone?" I repeated, my voice a raspy croak from excitement.

"All of it," Fenric whispered, his eyes soft. "The river is no longer frozen and the flowers are already pushing through the mud. It happened overnight, while you were... Occupied."

I groaned, leaning my head back against the furs. Occupied was a polite way of putting it. My body felt like it had been through a car compactor. The memory of the previous night—the dual pressure, the shaking legs, and the feeling of Damar basically trying to fuse our souls together through sheer friction—was enough to make me flush red even in the middle of a literal spring.

And then remembering how I had to feed the cubs in the middle of that... Jeez, Damar really had me wrapped around his finger.

"If Damar is the one who did this to my hair," I said, pointing a trembling finger at the sticky mess of my locks, "I’m going to make him shed his skin just so I have something to wipe it off with." I joked.

Fenric let out a nervous, vibrating chuckle. "I think he was trying to claim every part of you, Arinya." He said and I squinted.

Is that what this is?

Making sure he made a mess out of every single part of me? How territorial of him. He should’ve at least cleaned up properly after he was done.

"He didn’t want to leave a single inch of you unmarked," Fenric said, and I rolled my eyes down.

"Clearly," I muttered, trying to push myself up and failing as my waist gave a sharp, indignant pop. "Ow... okay, I’m not moving. This wife is currently out of order. Bring me the cubs. And then prepare hot water for me while you’re at it."

"Already on it," a familiar, smug voice rang out from the entrance.

Noah walked in, looking far too refreshed for a man who had spent half the night helping a serpent navigate a rut. He had no problem touching Damar’s dicks, and it makes me wonder if one of my husbands was secretly bi. Ahem. Let’s not go there.

He was carrying a bundle of fresh, green herbs in one hand and my white-furred daughter in the other. She looked as arrogant as ever, her emerald eyes scanning the cave as if she were inspecting her royal subjects.

"Damar is at the stream," Noah said, passing the baby to Fenric and kneeling beside me. He didn’t seem phased by my ’messy’ appearance; instead, he looked at me with a pride that made me want to smack him and kiss him at the same time. "He’s washing off the blood. You really did a number on his back, Little Tiger."