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Jagga’s cock now went completely rigid, and his balls ached and throbbed, threatening to spill his warm sap right then and there. The sudden rush of blood to his nether regions made him light headed.

What the rot?

Why did this little human have such an effect on him? Jagga’s mind’s eye conjured up all sorts of strange imagery. Throwing the tiny human to the ground, climbing atop her helplessly writhing body and…

And…

Jagga did not know what came next. Something to do with his painfully hard cock and the glistening pink cleft between the human’s thighs.

The human noticed Jagga’s arousal. Its pretty brown eyes darted to his tented loincloth and widened with an expression of surprise and fear. The blush in the human’s cheeks deepened. Its eyes lifted to meet his, and they shared a moment of connection that sent a shockwave through Jagga’s nerves. It lasted for just an instant, but it felt like an eternity.

Jagga took a cautious step toward the human.

The threatening expression returned to the creature’s face. Its delicate eyebrows angled downward in anger. Its tiny nose rumpled with a snarl, and its pretty pink lips peeled back, baring its blunt white teeth.

The human pointed the knife, moving it back and forth between the two ukkur.

Jagga realized he needed to deescalate this situation quickly before something unfortunate happened.

He was not afraid of the little human. While he admired the creature’s courage and defiance, it was clear it was no match for an ukkur’s sheer size and strength, let alone two of them.

No, what worried Jagga was his friend Grodd. He didn’t think Grodd wouldintentionallyharm the human. In fact, Jagga got the impression the big brute felt protective of his newly acquired prize. But Grodd had a tendency to get carried away, to forget his own strength.

“Careful, Grodd,” Jagga growled under his breath. “Stay back.”

“But Jagga. It so small and weak. It no can hurt me.”

“Just…be careful.”

Jagga turned his attention back to the human. Their eyes locked again as she aimed the glinting stone blade at his chest. Off beyond the trees, the river was rushing by like a whisper.

Jagga cautiously extended one hand in a peace-making gesture.

“Be still, little one. We’re not going to hurt you.”

He didn’t even know if the human understood language, but it was worth a try.

The human’s face shifted to a quizzical expression, and its little hand, the one not holding the knife, flew up and touched its ear. The human made a strange noise. To Jagga, it sounded like “chit!“

Was that a word?

While continuing to stave off Jagga and his friend with the knife, the human flicked its eyes toward the ground around its feet as if searching for a lost item. When Jagga took another step forward to help, the human tensed and threatened with the stone blade.

“Easy,” Jagga said. “Easy…”

The human cast its eyes to the ground again, searching. After a moment, it yipped with success and ducked to grab something near its feet. When the human popped up again, it had a little dark device in its hand. The device had the look of the nith about it. The human fastened the device to its ear.

Then the human spoke.

“What say?”

The creature’s voice was every bit as soft and delicate as its body. That voice made Jagga’s cock harden by another degree, and he had no doubt that Grodd was affected in the same way.

But the human’s accent was strange, as if it had trouble speaking. And its grammar was simplified. It reminded him of the way Grodd spoke, actually.

“I said, we’re not going to hurt you,” Jagga answered.

In his peripheral vision, he saw Grodd nod in agreement.

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