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I growled, but I didn’t care. All I knew was that I needed more, and I didn’t care how I got there.

Khorli’s hands on my hips adjusted us, until my dick was lined up over his. He was easily twice the size of me.

I rocked against him. We both groaned. I did it again, harder. Again.

Then I whined as his tail wound around both of us together. More friction. More urgency.

His fingers dug into my hips, and mine dug into his chest until gold beaded to the surface. Beautiful. I groaned.

His tail worked us both faster. Faster.

His eyebrows pinched in pained pleasure. His upper lip pulled up in a snarl. Yes. I wanted more. Wanted to be absolutely feral with him. For him. Needed more of him.

Him. Him. Him.

He was the only thing I wanted. The only thing I needed. I needed him in a way that was carnal. Primal. As essential to me as food and water. As air. I needed him to survive.

I thrust against him as his tail pressed the hot, slick length of him against me and pumped us together. It spread the copious amounts of glowing precum down our shafts, and I growled in feral need.

More.

More gold joined the red over his chest. The grip he held on my hips turned painful, and I fucking loved it. Craved it. More.

Faster. Harder. More.

I roared as my pleasure reached its peak. My dick pulsed against his as I coated our bodies in even more mess. His followed only moments later. The thick bulbs stacked at the base of his cock swelled, and the flexible barbs along his length pressed against my oversensitive flesh.

I panted as I fell into him.

Large hands released my hips to smooth over the skin of my back in a gentle caress.

Another need satiated.

47

JOSIAH

I could think clearer now that my body’s desires and needs had been taken care of.

We went to the creek, and let the cold water wash the blood and cum from our skin.

It was freezing. My skin registered that, but the cold still didn’t affect me as it used to. It didn’t bring down my core body temperature. It felt so nice. Though there was only so much creek water could clean.

After everything that had happened, I wanted a proper bath. I wanted to scrub my skin clean of the forest grime that remained. I wanted to stop sleeping on an old sleeping bag on the floor in a flimsy tent.

I was ready to move on with him, and experience what his world had to offer. I wanted to bathe in the hot springs, sleep on his bed of furs in his den. I wanted to see the sky in a color I’d never seen before.

Khorli had lived here as a beast for centuries. And though his heart was still attached to this place, he was ready to return home too.

There were things I’d miss. The comforts of human society. Technology. But most of all, Tash. I didn’t know if it were worth the risk to leave this place to find her and say our goodbyes. I wanted to, but I was so different now. There were probably a fair chance she’d try to kill me on sight.

As for my parents… well, it was best Dad never saw what I had become.

If anyone would have success finding this place, it would be Tash. I’d find a way to leave behind a message for her, so that she’d know I was alright, that I was happy. And that I wished the same for her.

“We don’t have to leave right away, my Jo. We have time,” Khorli told me as he tucked a lock of wet hair behind my ear. Now that I had Jem’s memories, I understood why I’d always felt inclined to keep it long. Because Khorli had told him long hair was important to his people. Because Jem had told him he’d grow it, and that desire like many others had carried through to me.

He was right, but we also had no reason to stay anymore.