The Primitive King ~ ON HOLD ~

THIRTEEN

IDEN

I watched as she walked in front of me, full hips swaying. Her determined attitude and stubborn tendencies would've been attractive in a lifemate if it weren't for the fact she used those attributes to get away from me.

However, I was beginning to suspect that she enjoyed her time here, relished it even. How our simple life could provide excitement for a space traveler perplexed me, but I wasn't complaining.

Her dark thick hair bounced as she climbed and trekked my territory, and I felt my chest swell in admiration. She'd truly come a far way since the day we met, she looked graceful and at ease making her way around. Confident even.

Even though I couldn't talk to her before, I felt as though I knew her already. She was a scared, defensive little female who was pure despite her maturity in other avenues in life. I got the sense that perhaps her lack of experience was what made her shy to join me in the hot spring. Then again, she did say she would fuck me quite brazenly.

The thought of my fiery Gervida demanding her freedom and offering her body had my cock standing at attention. It was a shame I wouldn't be happy with one or two passionate trysts with her. I wanted her swollen and plump with my child. I had to play the long game, something I've always struggled with.

My train of thought was interrupted by Alvara's gasp, and immediately I was on edge. I quickly focused my stare ahead to where hers was trained and was shocked to see an actual, angry-looking Gervida. Fuck.

I slowly moved in front of her, eyes locked with the beast. Its silvery black coats allowed it to blend in the shadows of the still-lightening forest. They were unfortunately one of the first species of animal to wake from their peaceful slumber. All carnivores hibernated during draekuhn. I didn't anticipate that they'd be around this soon though.

With a large pointed snout, the diamond eyes of a killer, and a massive frame the gervida's didn't have their reputation for being sweet and cuddly. They were killers, and quite irritable. Not easily caught or domesticated. Hence my nickname for the little female behind me.

Luckily I had my short blade strapped to my hip in case of emergencies. I'll have to pull quite a maneuver to keep Alvara out of harm's way, but I've had plenty of practice.

"Alvara," I said quietly, never breaking eye contact with the beast."Back up slowly, never let your eyes leave her. She will attack if you run."

I took a tentative step forward with the knife firmly planted in my hand. I wouldn't draw it until the very last moment. I started to sway, and move my free arm in a dancing fashion. This was used for generations to distract and confuse the Gervida, oftentimes they will peacefully leave if an animal acts too strange. It's an indication of poisoning, and their carnivore brain sensed it.

I'm sure the sight was quite comical for Alvara, but I had her safety in mind first and foremost. The beast seemed to lose interest and I almost sighed in relief, when suddenly its attention became fixed on Alvara only.

"Alvara, do the dance I just did. If she lunges, I need you to run and climb the nearest tree you can find. Get as high up as you can manage, and wait for me there." I demanded.