Chapter 46 - Deep-Speak

Chapter 46: 46 - Deep-Speak

(Moyu’s POV)

Deep-speak was a language of beastmen. It traveled through earth and air at frequencies only male ears could catch. And while it was a way of communication between us, deep-speak was also a measure of our strength. The stronger we were, the bigger the impact we made, the further our voices reached.

[Yes.] Vick’s deep-speak vibrated through the air. The weight of that single word was heavy, so heavy that I could feel it in my bones. [Precious’ father can destroy entire worlds with a snap of his fingers. He has killed and tortured countless people, and he won’t hesitate to do the same to us, or anyone who gets in his way.]

I swallowed, looking at the female on Vick’s back. Was her father really that terrifying? What kind of person was he? And what did he want with her?

[And you...you are working for him?] I asked.

[Not willingly.] Vick said, his deep-speak turning a bit strained as if ashamed of himself. [I owe him a debt, and he won’t let me forget it. He is using her as leverage to keep me in line.]

He was in a difficult position, trapped, just like she was. And I was getting involved in their mess, without knowing the full extent of it.

[Is there any way to save her from him? Can we fight him?]

[Focus on Precious first. The rest will follow.]

I nodded, not fully convinced, but willing to trust him for now. I didn’t have any other choice.

The female was a curious being, and we made bets on when she would wake up. It was a way to pass the time during our long journey through the woods, to distract ourselves from the gravity of our situation.

Vick bet that she would wake up after we reached the Gasum territory.

I bet that she would wake up in the middle.

Kurus bet that she would wake up when she got hungry enough.

And we were all wrong.

Without warning, an intoxicating scent flooded the air, nullifying Vick’s beast aura and freezing us mid-stride.

Heat surged through my body as I searched for the source of this sudden desire. Only to find Kurus and Vick doing the same. It was coming from her, the female. Her scent was so strong, so pure, so irresistible that it made us want to claim her right there and then.

"Precious," Vick breathed her name; his tone was strained and hoarse as he fought to resist her allure. "You are awake."

Roaar! Primal beasts howled around us, making their presence known. Roar after roar echoed through the forest. Enticed by the same scent, we were drawn in. The desire to mate and reproduce, and we were in the center of it all.

The dizzying scent hit me again, and I grabbed a tree to steady myself. This was bad. We were all affected by it.

"Gasums..." Kurus hissed, his nails turning into claws as he stared at her, one moment from tearing her apart. "We need their cooling gas... or we will─"

"We will what?" she asked, her voice sending another wave of heat over me.

I bit my lip, trying to keep my composure. The cloth around her face did nothing to muffle her effect on us.

Her arm snaked around Vick’s neck, who was still carrying her, and her legs wrapped around his waist, her leg rubbing against his crotch. "Fuck me?"

The movement made me groan and turn away. We had to fight off the primals before they reached us. There was no time for... for this. No matter how much my body begged for it.

She was trying to provoke us, and it was working. I could feel the blood rushing down, and the throbbing in my lower region.

I covered my face with a hand and tried to think of something else. Anything but her. Like...cold water, or snow, or...dead primals.

[We will hold them down. Go get the gas, Moyu.] Vick dropped her in the middle of the circle of trees. The three of us faced the incoming primals. We were at a disadvantage, as our bodies were not responding well to our commands.

[Don’t come back without it, warmblooded.] Kurus added.

I nodded, the motion jerky as my body fought against the scent still clinging to the air. My wings unfurled, and I launched myself upward. I could get there the fastest by air.

The forest blurred beneath me as I pushed my wings harder. Every instinct screamed at me to turn back, to claim what was calling to me. But I kept going, driven by Vick’s command and the knowledge that the gas was our only hope against our certain doom.

What in the skies did she do to her body to produce such a scent?

Did she eat something?

Or was it a natural ability that she had kept hidden?

She chose to do it when the wind was in her favor, blowing her scent downwind, attracting all the primals, beastmen, and beasts in the area.

The whole forest was in heat, all because of HER!

This crazy, reckless female. I cursed her in my mind as I flew towards the Gasum territory. I had to get the gas before I lost myself to the heat. Before I lost her to the other males who would soon come to claim her.

I spotted blue fur among the trees, and dove down. The gasum was a bit larger than a rabbit.

My talons closed around it, and I yanked the creature from the ground. It released a stream of gas, and I inhaled some of it. My senses numbed, my body relaxed. The heat subsided, granting me more control over my body.

I needed more, for all of us.

I grabbed as many gasums as I could, used my coat as a bag, and flew back to the others. I didn’t have to search for them. The swarm of primals pointed me in the right direction. The earth was scarred, and the trees were uprooted.

’Crazy’ was too mild a word for her. She was a living nightmare. A walking disaster. A storm of chaos!

Was I enough? To handle her? To match her? To survive her?

I shook my head and flew faster.