I hiss and hit my chest then throw my arms wide. The majmun alpha rises onto his hind legs, answering my challenge.

It's a big one. Standing on two legs, he's not much shorter than me. He pounds his chest with a thumping sound that vibrates in my bones.

The rest of his pack lines up behind him, ready to support their leader. Olivia says something behind me that sounds like a curse. If I was armed and wasn't hurt, this wouldn't be the problem it is now. I'm unarmed and can't use my wings, this could go either way. majmun are primal and that calls to my bijass. I want to dominate the challenger.

The red rage rises, pushing for control. Nothing will stand against me.

Edicts. Remember the edicts.

Olivia says something and I wish, with all my heart, I knew what she was saying. The majmun alpha pounds the ground again, earth flying up from his fist. On a whim, I respond by slapping the water with my open hand. It sprays across the distance, soaking his thick fur.

He screeches and scampers back, baring his teeth at me. Smiling, I take two steps forward, hissing and holding my arms out to the side. He storms forward but stops before coming too close to the water's edge. He screeches, rises, pounds his chest then drops heavily to all fours.

Stepping forward another step, I slap the water, palms down, making a thunderous report. The majmun lined up to either side of him drop back, almost cowering. The alpha holds his ground but I sense his fear. So does his tribe. The smallest of them turns and leaps up into the branches of the nearest baoba tree.

I slap the water again, this time cupping my hands to send more water spraying at the alpha. He sees it coming and scampers back with a high-pitched shriek. He dodges the water spray, but he's lost esteem in the eyes of his tribe. The beta, a majmun every bit as big as the alpha, watches.

Suddenly, in a blur of motion, the beta leaps, landing on the alpha's back. The two of them roll into the tree line, out of sight. Sounds of a struggle ensue and the rest of the majmun look at each other, chittering and screeching. Almost as one they leap away into the tree-tops.

When I turn, Olivia is right behind me. Her wet shirt clinging to the curves of her body outlines the fullness of her unprotected breasts. Dark circles shine through the wet fabric at the center, hard points pressing through the fabric. My prime penis stiffens, pushing uncomfortable against the cloth of my pants.

Rage gives way to desire, still the influence of the bijass. I bested my foe and protected my female, now it demands I claim her. My cock throbs, pulsing with the beating of each of my hearts. Stepping closer to her, my erection presses into her stomach.

Her eyes widen, she looks down, then up with a shy smile. She speaks, words that have no meaning, no understanding. It should be clear what I need, how can she not see? I want her.

She says something again then puts her hands on my shoulders and twists. Looking at her small, pale hand on my skin, I follow the beautiful line of her arm back to her face. She's speaking still and attempting to twist me around.

Curious what she is thinking, I move to her desire. She stops when my back is to her. There's a small splash as she goes under the water, then she's scrubbing my back with handfuls of sand again. Instinct rages with the pounding of the bijass, demanding satisfaction. I struggle with desire, no matter how strong the urge I will take nothing from her she does not freely offer.

Pushing past the urges allows me to focus on her touch. She's gentle but it hurts. Some of the wounds must be deep, judging by the depth of my pain.

Each time I flinch she says something that sounds like eyemsosawry.

Staring down at the water, it becomes tinted with red. I'm going to need healing paste. If we hadn't lost the group it wouldn't be a problem. I had packed some for our journey to the city.

Now, separated and alone, there is none. I'll have to make it. This would be fine if I wasn't already wounded. I try to open my wings. Everything turns white hot, blinding me with pain. Crying out, I lose my balance.

Her voice cuts through the splashing water and the agony. Her soft hands are on my face, cupping my cheeks. Concern and fear dance behind her beautiful eyes.

"I'm fine," I say, resting a hand on her waist to steady myself.

She says something and I curse our inability to talk. Her fingertips trail down my cheeks and I force a smile. Reassuring her I'm fine in the only way I can. My dick throbs with hard, pulsing need and desire to the point I might explode, spilling my desire into the water.

Gripping her waist in my hand as I wrap my free arms around her shoulders, I pull her closer. Holding her tight, crushing my steel-hard cock between us.

I'm in no shape to travel and she isn't either. We need rest and time to heal. I don't know how far from the city we are, or if I'm going in the right direction. We're here, together, and I need her. Desire pushes aside reasons I should do anything but hold her.

Her body molds to mine, fitting against me as if made for just this moment. Her soft, full breasts press into my chest. My prime penis digs into her stomach and as she moves and I'm almost pushed over the edge. Lowering my hands across her beautiful ass, I take it and squeeze, lifting her, pulling her face to mine.

Her head leans back.

Her lips part, welcoming.

Time slows, the small distance becoming a huge chasm.

Closer, my hearts beat, then closer.

My lips tingle in anticipation. I will mate with her mouth as Astarot has done with his female.

Closer.

Soft, luscious mouth pressing, moving against mine.

Cock pulsing.

Hands roaming.

My tongue darts out, tasting her.