Chapter Eight

Oten

She makes me feel…powerful. Sex for me—with me—is always that way.

I do nothing without the full experience of what I am, and I am as fierce in passion as I am in battle.

But this…

The water I drank was a drug, but I did not know it until too late.

The fire I thought I experienced before was nothing compared to this. It rages on a path of destruction, wrecking all in me that is conscious, leaving behind only carnal instinct.

She is there. She offers herself to me, and I have to have her.

She comes as she must before I can enter her, her body primed by my venom for the sex I will give her. The wetness that flows between her legs is an anomaly for me. It paves the way for my cock and lets me move in and out of her faster than I have known.

It is new to me.

She begs for me to fuck her.

I will not deny her.

Her cunt is the softest haven there is. Not just because it is unique to me, but because it is her. This being who is the new source of all the desire storming within me—I am compelled by the need to mark her so she and everyone knows it.

The venom and my come combine within her, and the scent of it emanates from her pores.

She smells like me. As though she’s mine.

This reaction I have to her, it could be because of the water and this chemical that Fyrian produces to intoxicate us. But even if it is caused by a chemical, it doesn’t change the awakened instinct in me.

Or the fact that once is not enough.

But she lies sated and slack. She cannot take more.

I pull out of her and see the thick fluids I poured into her dripping out onto her swollen folds. I want them to stay in her, so I urge her thighs closed.

But she moans, “No,” and reaches down between her legs. She massages herself as though she is still needy. She soaks her fingers in the come at her opening and raises dripping fingers to her lips, leaving a trail across her belly on the way.

Her pink tongue licks her fingers clean, then she looks at me with hungry eyes. “More.”

I draw in a sharp breath. My cock pulses and jerks. “I will give it.”

Except this time, I have some sense.

I strip off my chest holsters, marveling that I did not injure her with my knives the first time. I want to strip her; I want us both naked. I want to feel her skin against mine. But I will not fuck her in the dirt again.

I find the pack of survival gear and pull out the ground covering.

She whimpers. “Oten…” The need in her voice is heavy, and she rolls to her side, her thighs pinched together around her hands massaging herself.

“I am here.”

“Come back.”

“Soon.” Between me and this place, the unconquerable General Nem has become sex crazed. After who knows how long that she has been pretending to be male. Anger seethes within me at the thought of her having to hide her femininity. She deserves this pleasure. Her body needs this.

I have a thought that caring for her like this is contrary to the hatred I feel for her and her kind. But it does not matter. Now that I have had her, now that she is marked as mine, I will treat her as such. There is no sense to it. Only instinct.

I lay her on the ground cover, and she lets me undress her. I savor the feel of her skin, and she responds to my hands. So soft, so vulnerable, so giving. I strip her of her clothing that is in tatters from my ripping the zipper and from the cuts of the jungle plants. I pull off her boots and place her weapons next to her.

She is laid out and bare for me. Naked.

I must protect her.

“Now you,” she murmurs, pointing at me.

There is not much for me to remove. I take off my boots and leather and stand before her, nude.

Her gaze holds fast on me. It wanders up and down my body. She squirms, writhing, and opens her legs to me. “Now.”

Through force of will, I retract my fangs. I will use them again later.

I kneel between her legs and spread her thighs open. The Ssedez female must come before she will open for a male. It seems wrong for her not to come first before I fuck her again.

Besides, I want to taste her.

I press my mouth to her cunt, and sweet nectar of the gods, I could drink her down.

I lick her every crevice. The twin tips of my serpent’s tongue reaching into the depths of her. I stroke her and suck on her until she is arching her hips, thrusting against my mouth.

She comes, and I insert my fingers into her, feeling her spasm around them.

Unable to withhold my fangs any longer and wanting to fuel her pleasure, I let them descend and sink them into her thigh.

Screams of pleasure cascade from her mouth. She clenches around my fingers in rapid pulses, and I must feel her around my cock.

I fuck her until I come.

And then I do it all again.

And again.

There is no sating her. Or me.

In a brief moment of reason, she whispers, “I need to get to my ship.”

By then, the sun is descending behind the hills, and travel will be difficult in the dusk light. “It will be dark soon.”

She barely hears my answer. She is already at my cock, sucking on me for more.

I worry what I have done to her, what this place has done to us. I do not know what too much sex can do to a human, especially too much sex with a Ssedez. But when the sun disappears, the giant star’s light gone, the fire lessens.

Her breathing returns to normal. “Is it…has it stopped?” she asks, her voice more lucid than it’s been in hours.

I check my own body and find the unnatural flames that have raged within me since landing in the pod have retreated. Not gone, but they are a murmur. “It feels less. More tolerable.”

“It must be activated by the sun’s heat.” She sits up, though I am unable to see her. There is little moonlight. “There are headlamps in the survival gear. We can travel.”

But even as she says it, there’s a fatigue in her tone.

And I am low on energy as well. “We should rest for a few hours, then maybe get up before the sun rises.”

She agrees wordlessly and lies down next to me. “We can’t let this happen again tomorrow. We have to keep moving.”

“I am motivated to get off Fyrian. We will find a way.” Though if we find her crew, they will likely try to kill me. But not if I kill them first. Not if I communicate with my warriors from the wreckage of her ship and they join me on this planet so we can complete our mission to destroy Nem and any other survivors from her crew.

But I listen to her breathing slow as she drifts to sleep.

And there is a resistance in me to all my thoughts of conquering her. It is a realization of horror.

My physical Attachment to her, it has cemented in my gut like the endless sands of time. It believes she is physically a part of me that I could no more cut off than my own hand.

But I still have my reason. I have not lost my mind or my emotions to her yet.

I have to overcome this repulsive Attachment to her the sex created.

I cannot be a slave to her or my physical desire.