Page 47 of Primal Hunger

“I don’t know. Maybe to make me into a stew or something. That this is your cauldron for boiling humans.”

I snort a laugh at the idea. “I don’t waste my time cooking. Your kind tastes better when it’s fresh and dosed in fear and desperation. There is no need forstew.”

Her throat works to swallow, and the movement doesn’t go unnoticed by me. I find myself imagining my tongue running along the curve of her shoulder to her jaw, tasting the salty tang of her skin.

Oh yes, she is certainly delicious, especially when she is a little afraid of what I might do.

My dick jerks awake, nestled in my fur, almost surprising me again. And I know I’m dancing along this dangerous edge of primal hunger and primal sexual need. The two seem to intertwine when it comes to Erin.

I need to stop thinking about her as something to sink my cock into, but it’s proving to be harder than it should be.

So long between meals of both varieties.

Even longer, however, since I’ve found an occasion to slide my cock into another. It has been only my own paw for comfort and then only when I am in dire need of release.

When the basin is halfway full and steam rises up from the water, I move my attention to the gollilock. I use my nail to slice the stems down the middle before squeezing all the clear jellyfrom the middle into a wood bowl. Then, I grind and mash it down with my knuckles to release more of the pheromones.

The scent fills the room and practically colors the air.

I gesture for Erin to come to the bath I’ve made, and she does, slowly and still unsure of my motives. That’s okay because they’re a little unclear to even myself. I’m not sure what kinds of rituals humans do when they clean themselves, but as long as hers involves rubbing this gollilock on her skin, I really don’t care.

I will take whatever opportunities present themselves to touch her.

“Why don’t I smell anything now?” she asks as she peers over the tub at the water. “There’s nothing, good or bad. How will I know it’s working? It seemed so pungent a moment ago.”

Hmm…that is a good question. One I hadn’t considered before. Then again, nothing about this situation is usual.

“Maybe it has to do with your feeble human sense of smell? The plant itself is very fragrant. Very.” I’ve gotten more used to it from being around it for so long, but it still makes my lungs twinge with every inhale.

“What does it smell like to you?” she asks with a tilt of her head.

I think about it for a moment. I don’t know what flowers and types of nature she has in her world, but to me… “To me, it’s like every flower collided and expanded at the same time.”

“So…a sort of floral smell?” she asks.

“I’d say so.”

Hers is much sweeter, though, especially when combined with the undertone of mint. I would much prefer to smell Erin than the overwhelming gollilock.

She swipes a hand across her forehead and tucks a lock of silver hair behind her ear. “Well, that’s a relief. I was afraid I’d be rubbing something that smelled like baboon ass all over me.”

Baboon ass?

What is a baboon?

Must have been a foul creature by the sheer relief on her face for not having to smell like it.

“Either way, this will help protect you. Just get in the bath and wash with it. Everywhere. Your hair, your arms, your…” My gaze falls on the swell of her breasts, only to glance back up to her face. “Everywhere. You must not leave any part of you untouched. I can help, if you’d like.”

“Got it.” Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she starts to wrench it up her body, exposing her flat naval, and I practically salivate at the sight.

There is something about her physically that draws me in, a hook to my stomach. The delicacy of her figure, the long lines of her, and the slight play of muscles underneath velvety soft skin.

Erin must’ve caught me because she pauses and stops her wriggling to cast a meaningful glance my way.

“You know,” she says, her voice calm but stern, “it would be more polite for you to leave me alone. Give me some privacy. I’m capable of washing on my own.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Privacy? So you can try and run again?” I shake my head. “Absolutely not.”

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