**Sun Wukong and Macaque: Claiming the Moon**

The air in our little cave was thick with the scent of musk and lingering magic. It was that time again—the season where instincts took over, where my body burned with the need to claim and be claimed. And right now, Mihou was my only focus.

He lounged on the furs, tail flicking lazily, but his golden eyes were sharp, watching me. His fur was dark as the night sky, his body lean but strong, built for speed and stealth. And between his legs? A perfect mix—both soft and hard, slick and ready. My mouth watered just looking at him.

“You gonna stare all night, or are you gonna come get what you want?” he purred, spreading his thighs just enough to tease.

Fuck. That was all the invitation I needed.

I prowled forward, grabbing his hips and yanking him closer. He gasped as I buried my face between his legs, licking a hot stripe from his tight little hole up to his cock. He tasted sweet, musky, perfect. His hips jerked as I sucked him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep.

“Shit—Wukong!” His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling hard. I groaned around him, the sting only making my cock throb harder. I loved when he got rough.

I didn’t let up, sucking him until he was shaking, his breath coming in ragged gasps. But I wanted more. I pulled back just enough to sink my teeth into his inner thigh, making him yelp. The sound went straight to my dick.

“Fucking—bite me again and I’ll claw your eyes out,” he growled, but his voice was wrecked.

I grinned, licking the mark I’d left. “Liar. You love it.”

Before he could argue, I flipped him onto his stomach, pinning him down. His ass was right there, slick and inviting. I didn’t hesitate—I spread his cheeks and buried my tongue inside him. He practically screamed, his back arching.

“Fuck! Fuck, yes, just like that—”

I ate him out like a starving man, fucking him with my tongue until his thighs were shaking. When I finally pulled back, he was panting, his cock dripping onto the furs.

“Need you inside me,” he gasped.

Who was I to say no?

I spat into my palm, slicking up my cock before pressing against his hole. He was tight, so fucking tight, but he took me inch by inch, his breath hitching with every push.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I groaned, burying myself to the hilt. He clenched around me, making me see stars.

“Move, you bastard,” he panted.

I snapped my hips hard, fucking him deep and rough. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the cave, mixing with his moans. Every thrust had him arching back, taking me even deeper.

I leaned over him, sinking my teeth into his shoulder as I pounded into him. He cried out, his body tightening around me like a vise.

“Gonna cum—” he choked out.

“Go ahead,” I growled, reaching around to stroke his cock. Three tugs and he was coming, his hole squeezing me so tight I couldn’t hold back. I buried myself deep, filling him up as I groaned into his fur.

We collapsed together, breathless and tangled. Mihou turned his head, giving me a lazy smirk.

“Still got it, old man.”

I nipped his ear. “Keep talking and I’ll go again.”

He just laughed—but he didn’t say no.