“Never.”
“I will never fuck you. We are not even the same species.”
“You will.”
“Humans don’t have mates!” her voice gains steam.
“They do now.”
My agitation cannot be controlled. Finding the handle of an old door behind me, I jerk it open, snapping the vines on the other side. I slide through the shelter and out, uncaring of my female within, and grab my spear. If I stay, I will hurt her. I will bring the shelter down upon us both and bury us within it.
I am a Viper. A dangerous foe. A red devil. She should be begging for my protection and all I have to give her. If I were taken to the stars and placed in her world, I would seek a master—a mate—for guidance so I may rule my enemies, but she doesn’t even look at me as her savior—she doesn’t want me at all!
“Vruksha,” she says softly.
My scales straighten and stretch.
I can’t look at her without mounting frustration. Instead, I swing my tail and lash the plants around me to shreds, expelling my fury like she just expelled her tears.
Tears. I spit.
I pivot to her. “You will come to realize your situation and the generosity I provide. I will let you fight it now because I do not think I can take you gently in my current state. But you will join with me. You will come to understand that Earth, this Earth, is nothing what it used to be, and that ssstarts with me.”
I slip into the shadows of the forest nearby before she can respond. Her wary eyes find mine in the darkness.
If she does not want me, then she will have to watch me in my madness. She will witness what she does to me by her mere presence alone. She will see what she is missing, and I will show her that coming to me is the only way. Because the only protectors of this world are brutal and territorial, and I am kind in comparison to them.
But my kindness has limits.
“What is your name?” I command from my place in the trees. I know it, but I want to hear her say it. I want to hear it aloud. I want to see if she’ll listen and give me what I want. It would go a long way in soothing my agitation.
A prize, I convince myself, calming. Her name is a boon.
She doesn’t answer me at first, and despite what she said earlier, I assume she is considering running now that I have allowed space between us.
“Gemma,” she says after a minute, loud enough for me to hear.
“Gemma,” I repeat, my voice raspy. “This is what you do to me.”
I slide out from the shadows and into a beam of moonlight. The scales at my groin pull back. With my spear gripped in my free hand, the other cups my hefty member, revealing it to her. It’s heavy, engorged with seed, and painful; it’s what she’s done to me.
It’s what I suffer for her. Females do not suffer in the ways that males do, so we make them suffer by stoking their arousal, only to deny them. I have seen it.
Her gaze slides down to my middle, where my pelvis becomes my tail—where my shaft usually hides beneath. But it’s not hiding now, and her lips part as she takes it in.
“I am in pain,” I hiss. “So much pain. For you.”
Six
A Gamble of Want
Gemma
I can’t help but stare.
An alien male is pumping his cock mere yards from where I’m sitting. Heat surges to my face. Uncivilized, quick to anger, but intelligent, Vruksha’s nothing like the serpentine beast I believed he was.
And yet, he very much still is.
I catch a glimpse of his tongue when he hisses low and deep.
There’s a small fork in it, and it vibrates on every S sound.
But it’s his intelligence and uncanny knowledge of my culture that confounds me. It doesn’t make sense, but I don’t care, not really. I knew these locals spoke the common tongue, how could they not, having bartered for me? He can be reasoned with, that is all that matters.
His hips snap forward.
I grip the vines inside my shelter as he releases his cock to my full view.
Dark red scales glisten in the moonlight, gleaming across his frame. Large arms, abs, and sharp muscles make up this strange, angry male before me. But I barely take in his strangeness or otherworldly beauty because of the dick being presented to me.
It’s a different color than the rest of him, darker, tumescent, and bulky. The shadows cast upon it hint of ridges and a large thickness in the middle of his length. He’s long, longer than any human male should ever be, but only truly engorged at the center. Despite its shape, Vruksha’s cock is ramrod straight and pointing up, bouncing a little when his tail shifts. The eye of its tip glistens with cum.
A drop slips out and falls to the forest floor.
I press my thighs together, nervous that his cum would somehow find its way between us, and if I don’t stop it now, Vruksha’s threats would come true. I don’t want them to be true. I need to hold onto hope for as long as I can, and fight. Stay vigilant.
But a man has never presented his dick to me before. I lean back into my shelter as my muscles tighten, but I’m watching closely all the same.
Because despite everything, he’s physically alluring, and his smell is intoxicating. Sniffing, I can almost scent him.
He grabs his member, squeezing the thickness in the middle. His palm presses into it, and his fingers wrap tightly, massaging it. His gaze hoods, staring at me.
Staring at me and touching himself. Heat rises to my cheeks.
“Ssso much pain,” he groans, rolling his S. The hiss rumbles through the air and tickles my ears.
Shock hits. I
