“And now you want to go after another female and bring her back to our den. I won’t share you!” I roar. This time when I pull out, I shunt forward with brutal strength, pushing the entirety of my bulge into her in one go.
Gemma cries out, gaspy and harsh. Guttural, animalistic noises rip from my throat. Pleasure surges up my spine, and her hips tweak from the pressure I’m putting on her. Her legs tense around me, flailing from the force. She doesn’t ask me to stop, and I don’t. She lets me take my frustration, my lust out on her beautiful body.
Her sheath clenches around my bulge, and my tail drops, uncoiling from her hair. It straightens out behind me as far as it can go, climbing up the opposite wall, knocking things over.
Her hands fall to grab my hips as she buckles.
Sweat beads my brow from her little movements, teasing my aching prick into a furor. It grows.
Brutally, I rut her, enraged that she seeks to manipulate me. She gifts me hitches and moans, and I take them. My thrusts grow wilder, her cries louder. Seed swells my bulge painfully, and I can’t hold back.
I bring my tailtip back to me, thrashing, spilling inside her. I drop atop her, catching my body with my hands, as I give Gemma everything. She takes it. She takes it all.
“We will sssave your friend,” I breathe heavily into her ear. “But you will stay with me, you will obey me, you will never run again. You will not ask about the Lurker technology again, nor about the humans in the facility, you will never return there. You will never leave this planet, and every night, you will wait for me in my nest, open just as you are right now. You will forget all else.”
Gemma whispers my name.
“I’m not done,” I growl, rising on my elbows, pinning her with my gaze. “We will go after your friend, but she cannot stay here. This den is mine, and only what is mine is allowed inside it. If she cannot be found, and cannot be saved, thisss,” I point between us, “isn’t going to change.” I span my fingers and tangle them into my female’s hair.
Gemma purses her lips, lips that are red from my ravaging. My body pumps more seed, and I spill a little more inside her.
“Thank you,” she gasps. It’s all she says.
It hurts.
I rut her again, harder this time.
Twenty-Four
The Hunt for Daisy
Gemma
Vruksha checks the ties on my shoes for the third time.
I grasp his hand. “They’re fine. I can manage.”
“I don’t want anything more to happen to them,” he snaps. He’s been angry since the tunnels, and so have I, but there’s no solution until we find Daisy. I don’t know what’s happened, why she would steal the skiff, but I have to find out. I can’t do anything knowing that if the roles were reversed, Daisy would help me. I know she would.
And what if she’s not trying to escape from something? Maybe she’s not running from a naga or our old coworkers. What if she’s looking for me?
And risking herself doing so.
I barely know Daisy but after what we’ve been through—being betrayed by our peers—she’s the closest friend I now have. I may be all that she has too.
War and tech be damned.
It’s nice being ignorant of what’s happening until it’s not. Daisy could’ve been suffering, alone, exposed, or worse and I’d only given her a handful of thoughts while I rested in warm pelts and let Vruksha care for me.
While he made me cry out in bliss…
I clench and wince, throbbing from Vruskha’s recent attentions. He’s upset, and I’ve made him that way. He’s a vicious alien—that I think might be in a rut—and I often forget that he’s a different species now.
I can’t help that I’m in heat just being around him… The way I’m acting. I like what he does to me...even if it makes me ache afterward. I shake my head.
And all I cared about stupid war tech that may or may not be useless. I scrub my hands over my face. I want it to be useless. I’m hoping it’s useless, but I can’t quite convince myself. Still, Vruksha’s right. It doesn’t matter. He and the other nagas have hidden it. They’re guarding it, wherever it is, and for now, that works for me. Until I know more, or something happens, it’s enough.
“They’re mostly healed,” I say, wrapping my hands around the walking stick Vruksha found for me. It’s sturdier than any stick I’ve sourced so far.
He rumbles and drops his hands from my shoddy makeshift shoes. None of my new clothes are great, only held on by ties that never seem to get tight enough, but they’re better than nothing, and each day I fiddle with them, they’re more wearable.
Vruksha grabs his spear and ties our supply bag over his shoulder.
I swallow, rubbing my thighs together. They slip, still wet with his seed.
I care for him.
A lot. It’s beginning to hurt how much I care. I press my palm to my chest, to the tightness there.
He hisses and slips up the steps, and I drop my hand. I follow behind him, watching the way his long tail moves back and forth. A creak sounds in my ears, and a ray of light bathes us, temporarily blinding me.
I inhale the fresh air, making my way up the last of the steps, using the wall to guide my spotted vision. It feels good.
Freedom.
The moment I step outside, Vruksha’s tail coils around me and lifts me off the ground.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He brings me to his arms and cradles me within them. “I’m not letting you walk. You are too slow even when your feet aren’t hurt. I want this to be quick. I do not like the idea of you being out
