A deep, throbbing pain pulses through my mind as awareness creeps in.

"Olivia!" I cry, leaping to my feet.

Curse the pain, where is she!

Spinning on my heel, she rushes into my arms before I can complete the motion. Her soft breasts press to my chest, her arms encompass me, her body molds to mine. Wrapping her in my embrace, the rush of fear for her safety recedes, letting the pain return.

Her head leans back, her soft eyes meet mine. Her heart beats against my chest, reassuring and comfortable.

I don't know how long I was out. The loss of blood must have overcome me. Dead guster lie in a heap outside the circle of light from the ceiling where she fell.

She's fine. Watching her fall, I'd never been more scared in my life. Running for her but knowing there was no way I could reach her in time. It was one of the most awful experiences I've ever had.

We hold each other for some time.

Long enough I grow tired. I need a few days to heal even with the paste. My inability to use my wings is dangerous and makes travel harder.

Looking around the cavern she fell into, I decide this might be a good place to pass time.

The guster that made it their nest are dead, which also means meat and leather. If they were living down here, there has to be a way out.

Walking over to the walls of the cavern I run a hand along them. They're smooth and rounded, a safe place. We'll stay here until I can heal. Now how do I tell Olivia?

Turning back to her, she's staring up at the hole where she fell. She looks as I come over.

"We will stay here," I say, hoping maybe she'll just get it.

The confused look on her face is too easy to read. I couldn't be so lucky. I frown as I think about how to convey what I want to say.

I point to my back then to a spot next to the wall. She follows my motions but it's clear she's not understanding. I mime motions of sleeping then point to the spot by the wall again. Her brow furrows. An adorable dimple forms between the fur over her eyes.

When I point to my back again then repeat the other motions her eyes widen and her mouth forms an O. She got it!

She nods her understanding bringing a smile to my face.

I retrieve our pack from where I dropped it and dig through. I find the jar of juice we harvested from the cvet then pull the sismis teeth out of my side pouch. More searching and I find the small bowl I use to grind the teeth and set to work. Olivia watches with avid interest. It's obvious she's memorizing every motion.

Before long I have a supply of healing paste. I hold it out to her and point to my wings and back. She takes it, looking solemn. I give her my back and try not to tense when she applies the paste. It hurts but the pain soothes under the balm of the salve.

Once she's finished, I reseal the jar and pack it carefully away. Holding my arms out to her, we settle down next to the wall and I fall asleep, letting the salve do its work.

* * *

Three days.

This morning I opened my wings for the first time since the storm. It hurt, blindingly bad, but at the same time it felt good. I've been feeling like a cripple without them.

I'm not ready to travel but that's okay. It's been nice having time with her. I've shown her how to harvest guster meat and we built a smoking pit to preserve it.

Now we're harvesting the leather. We won't be able to take it all with us but I hate leaving anything to waste. It goes against the code of a hunter.

Maybe we can come back for it.

Olivia is turning the stretched hide over when I turn around. She's bent at the waist and her beautiful ass is pointing at me. Stepping closer I slap her ass with a light, playful tap.

She turns, exclaiming, but her smile is welcoming. Rising onto her toes she offers me her lips which I take without hesitation.

My prime penis stiffens, the heavy weight of it presses between us.

She moves in closer against my chest. Gripping her ass I lift her off her feet and her legs wrap around my waist. Shifting, I move her so that the head of my pulsating cock is between her legs. Desire and need consume all thought.

Her tongue drives into my mouth, tackling my tongue. She's aggressive, demanding, and I want to give her all she wants and more.

If only she'll have me.

The sting of rejection colors my desire. This is more than we've done since I tried to please her with my mouth and she pushed me away.

Will she do so again?

"You are my treasure," I say, when we break for air.

She is, everything. All I want and need is her.

I carry her the short distance to the wall, pressing against it and holding her up with my hips to free my hands. Her fingers twine in my hair as our mouth mating continues.

The tiny clasps that hold her shirt closed are hard to work with my fingers but they give way at last, exposing her sweet skin.

Sliding my hands inside the cloth I cup her breasts. The weight of them in my hands makes my dick jump with tension, ready to explode its pent up desire.

Need. Pounding with every beating of my hearts.

My hips rotate, as if of their own accord, grinding my cock against her covered pussy.

Our tongues intertwine, tasting, exploring but it's not enough. I want more. I need more.

Lowering us down, I lay her on the ground beneath me. My hand slides down from her full breasts to the hem of her pants. Sliding under and into the dividing cloth, I find her soft fur and her wetness covers my finger.

She moans into my mouth.

My cock is pounding. It pulses, aching with unreleased need.

The cloth of her pants restricts my movement but I work a finger inside her. Her hips wriggle as she gasps, her eyes half closed. She bites her lower lip, nodding her head up and down.

"Mhmmm," she moans, as I drive my finger in and out.

Her hands go to her pants, sliding them down over her hips.

Licking her lips, I drive my tongue deep into her mouth just as I drive my finger into her.

She cries pleasure into my mouth and I take it.

Sliding in and out until she bucks her hips up and down to meet my finger, I push a second in.

I'm preparing her. I need her but I won't hurt her. I need to know her body can take the girth of my cocks. Even among Zmaj I'm large, and I wonder if that's not why she pushed me away.

My free hand is on her chest, flicking and playing with the hard nub at the top of her soft mounds. My tongue dances with hers.

Two fingers drive in and out of her wet pussy until she's taking them as easy as the first. Only then do I add the third. It's tight, so I move slow.

"Are you okay?" I ask, knowing she won't understand the words but she'll get my question.

She nods, panting.

I push my three fingers in her soft folds. Holding them there, I wait until she nods then slide them out in slow motion. Feeling every ridge and crevasse of her beautiful body. When just the tips are inside, I slide them back in.

Wetness soaks my fingers as her body warms to the pleasure I bring.

She moans, loud, her enjoyment echoing off the stone walls.

My hard cock throbs.

I want to bury myself inside her. But doubt niggles behind the urges.

Will she accept me?

Twisting my wrist as I slide in and out increases her pleasure.

She's panting, her hips make small thrusts up and down rising to meet me.

Bijass comes, threatening rational thought.

Desire, all consuming, need for her.

My cock pounds with the need for release.

Breaking from her lips, I trail my way down across her cheek then her slender neck.

She rises to meet my lips as I taste her sweet skin.

Trailing my tongue across her I move lower. Across her large breasts, teasing each of the hard nubs at their peak.

"Mmm," she sighs, pushing her chest up and into my mouth.

I enclose as much of her as I can take. Lavishing her with my tongue, nibbling and pulling with my teeth.

My fingers still slide in and out of her wetness.

Her hands run along my shoulders, pulling my hair.

Working my way lower and lower until at last I'm almost to her sweet opening. Inhaling her scent, the tight wound spring in my core explodes. I can't hold back. My need to taste her, to have her, is too strong for more foreplay.

Driving in, I lick her opening with my tongue. The small, hard button at the top of her rises to meet me. Lapping at her hard nub with my tongue, she screams my name.

Her fingers twine in my hair, pulling, making the experience more erotic.

I can't stop. She fills my senses, taste, touch, smell, pouring into me and I can't get enough. I want more of her.

Her hips thrust up as her back arches. Driving my fingers in deep, I curl them up and hold deep inside her, barely wiggling them. Pressing my tongue against her hard nub as her body is wracked with pleasure. She's beyond words, panting meaningless sounds as her pleasure grips her tight.

She shudders again and again. Muscles spasm under the contractions of her orgasm. Holding myself to her, I wring every last ounce until at last she collapses.

She lies back, panting, her chest rising and falling in rapid movements.

Pulling my head back then sliding my fingers out she gasps and shudders once more. I move up beside her, putting an arm and a leg across her.

My massively hard cock presses into her side as I lie and wait, letting her make the next move. Never would I force more on her than she wants, now it is up to her if she wants me.