My eyes catch on the faintest of side-view swells of one of her special chest curves. She is not facing me, so she is not bared to me fully, but just the barest of hints of her soft, female body has tickles of skin-stars raining down my torso straight to my cock.
Her leg coverings are next and my breath catches in my throat at the sight of her obscenely tailless rump. My tail releases its hold from around her ankle. I could tell myself that my grip had gone lax so she can more easily kick the coverings off, but I'm pretty sure my tail is just as stunned as the rest of me.
A scrap of black cloth covers her loins, but unlike any Trixikka loincloth, the covering hugs her body in such a way that I can see the shape of her perfectly from behind. Every curve, swelling, dip, and line so visible to me I want to groan. My hands twitch at my sides, eager to...do something. Touch her?Keesher?Devourher? I do not know. My hands, body, and mind are normally used for combat. For hunting. For protecting Tribe and Temple by destroying their threats. Not... whatever it is my instincts are telling me I need to do to Ah-Lanah.
But Ah-Lanah's body is nurturing a youngling. It is not for combat, hunting, or destroying.
I curl my hands into fists, trying to kill the urge to grab her.
Ah-Lanah nears the edge of the pool wearing only her little black loin covering, her plump rear jiggling with each step andfuck!
Goddesses help me, I start to salivate. This is too much. Bringing her here was a terrible idea.
I truly am a deviant, I discover. Ah-Lanah haslifegrowing inside of her. This fierce, stubborn, and irritatingly beautiful female is more precious than anything else in these lands and just wants to bathe - she would claw my eyes out with her little human fingers if she knew I imagined nipping at her soft round behind with my teeth or thwacking it with my hand again.
Slowly, she eases into the water with a groan of pleasure that has my cock more rigid than a mountain. She is so small by Trixikka measures that the water of the pool comes right up to her neck, but the glow of the life-stones means I can still seesomeof her bounty from below the waterline.
"Oh,damn, this is divine," she moans, her head falling back and her eyes drifting closed. Inexplicably, my hunter's gaze hones in on her exposed throat, and I think of nipping there, too - of scraping my teeth over her flesh and holding her still as she squirmed against me.
I shake my head.Calm yourself, Mavyx, for Goddess sake!
"I'm not joining the Eastern search party." The words burst out of me like a prykkapine throws its sharp back quills. Ah-Lanah turns toward me in the water and I try to keep my eyes on her face and not dart down to her body below. My tail twitches behind me and I realize I feel... nervous. I have not truly felt nervous since learning my wings - back when Elders would take us all up to the Mother Cave and one-by-one push us from the lip of the cave mouth. You either soared or needed to be caught.
I blink at Ah-Lanah, not sure who might catch me now.
"I'm staying with the tribe," I nod. "They do not need me. Zarriko's males will lead the party."
Ah-Lanah's jaw tightens and her pretty lips press together before she says, "you're staying because I'm pregnant." The words fell somewhere between a statement and a question, but she ducks a little in the water, dipping her chin as if she's trying to hide. Again, I do not know her feelings on this subject. I had already made up my mind not to leave the village because of Ah-Lanah, and this decision was only solidified when she told me of the youngling she carries inside her.
"I had already decided not to join the search party," I say, watching her warily.
Her eyes drop to my chest and I realize belatedly that I'm rubbing at my heart-stars with the heel of my hand again. "But still because of me," she says, stating the truth and gesturing with a nod of her head at my chest. "Because of those."
"Becausesomeoneneeds to keep you safe," I counter, my feathers ruffling a little. Yes, it's because of these cursed heart-stars, but it's not just that. It's so much more than that - though I couldn't put it into words if anyone asked me to. I just know that the thought of being thousands of wingbeats away from this irritating little female makes me feel ill.
Ah-Lanah huffs and then dips her head back to wet her hair. "There's a whole village of bird-guys to keep me safe. I'll be fine." She straightens and scoops up some water to scrub at her face.
My tail flicks one way and then the other, agitation creeping up my spine. "No, you wouldn'tbe fine."
She gives methat lookthen; the look that drives me crazy because this little female is so infuriatingly stubborn but for some reason,I like it.
"Of course I would," she scoffs.
"I am Second Spear, I think my judgment on properly protecting you is-"
"And I am Alana Carter," she says, her eyes rolling, exasperated with me now. "And my own judgment is just fine."
A warning growl rumbles from my chest. "Not when you're sneaking off into the jungle for cunt-touching, it is not."
She stills for a moment or two, the only movement the delicate ripples of the warm water, and I swear I can hear my heart beating loudly in my ears.
"You-" her little brow furrows and she stammers over silent words, her mouth opening and closing. "You saw me?!"
She isnothappy with me. I knew this would happen. I suspected cunt-touching was a ritual not for my eyes. Nevertheless, Ah-Lanah needs to be kept safe and I would follow her again. "Youwent into the jungle," I grit out. "What did you expect me to do? Just let you wander off to get eaten by a blue-tailed-cat or taken by a band of mimyckah?"
"You could have let me know you were there! You could have stopped me from... from..."
"Touching your cun-?"
