"Baxter, Stephen - Huddle" - читать интересную книгу автора (Baxter Stephen)"Challenge him," No-Sun said. "I don't want to fight." "Then let him die," Frazil said. "He is old and stupid. We can couple despite him." There was a bellow. The Bull was facing him, pawing at the ice with a great scaly foot. "I don't wish to fight you," Night-Dawn said. The Bull laughed, and lumbered forward, wheezing. Night-Dawn stood his ground, braced his feet against the ice, and put his head down. The Bull's roar turned to alarm, and he tried to stop; but his feet could gain no purchase. His mouth slammed over Night-Dawn's skull. Night-Dawn screamed as the Bull's teeth grated through his fur and flesh to his very bone. They bounced off each other. Night-Dawn felt himself tumbling back, and finished up on his backside on the ice. His chest felt crushed; he labored to breathe. He could barely see through the blood streaming into his eyes. The Bull was lying on his back, his loose belly hoisted toward the violet sky. He was feeling his mouth with his fingers. He let out a long, despairing moan. No-Sun helped Night-Dawn to his feet. "You did it. You smashed his teeth, Night-Dawn. He'll be dead in days." "I didn't mean to--" His mother leaned close. "You're the Bull now. You can couple with who you like. Even me, if you want to." "... Night-Dawn." Here came Frazil. She was smiling. She turned her back to him, bent over, and pulled open her genital slit. His penis rose in response, without his volition. He coupled with her quickly. He did it at the center of a circle of watching, envious, calculating men. It brought him no joy, and they parted without words. He avoided the Bull until the old man had starved to death, gums bleeding from ice cuts, and the others had dumped his body into a water hole. |
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