Maxym
MAXYM
My little mate is going to make this a challenge. Her scent tells me everything I need to know, but she has a dagger in her hand, and it’s pointed directly at my cocks.
Cocks which would do absolutely anything to be inside her, save for actually being cut off.
I remove my hand from where it cups her swelling stomach. The knowledge confirmed there nearly made me mess my pants only moments earlier.
“I think you’ll find you are mine, little scrap.” I grin at her. “Whether you like it or not.”
“I don’t like it. And I don’t want it. I have many other problems, and you are not going to be one of them,” she retorts.
“Tell me your problems and I will eliminate them for you.”
“Not even going there.” She holds up a hand, the palm flat to my face. “Pick your weapon and I’ll put it aside for you.” She takes a couple of steps away and gestures to the table where the swords are laid out in perfect lines.
“And what if I don’t pick?”
“I’ll choose one for you.” She glares at me as if I’ve wronged her.
“Then I will let you choose.”
Cleo blinks at me.
“You will?” she queries before her boldness returns and her body stiffens. “You will,” she states. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have other clients to fit.”
I’m unable to contain myself, my movements swifter than I thought possible, and I have her caged against her weapons table.
“No other gladiator will touch you,” I rasp. “None.”
“Because I’m yours? I already told you…” she says unblinkingly, unconcerned at my presence so close to her.
Her scent is as intoxicating as a flagon of mead-wine with a paraxio chaser. I feel myself swaying as it invades my senses.
“Because I am here to protect you from anything which may harm you,” I respond.
“Oh.” Her lips make a perfect circle, and it’s all I can do to hold back from claiming them. “I suppose that’s okay.”
“It is?” I reel back.
“I mean, I was promised protection while I’m in the dome.” She peers around me. “And I don’t see anyone else.”
My anger rises from within like the steam from a hot spring.
“You were supposed to have protection?”
Cleo nods. “And you’re it, apparently.”
“I am?”
“You just said you were.”
There’s a clatter in the passage outside the armory and the sound of voices. The captain marches through the door with a set of guards at his rear.
Instantly, I growl and tuck my mate behind me.
“Is he bothering you?” The captain eyes me with a look which says I can report this to the procurator” all nova-day long.
“ is my protection in the dome.” Cleo pushes her way through my feathers. “The protection I was promised.”
“Oh?” The captain narrows his eyes.
“You do remember, don’t you?” she says, and I adore her fierceness in the face of the old bull, even if I also hate with a passion that there are other males anywhere near her. “Retah was promised I would be kept safe all the time I am within the dome’s walls.”
“Er, yes, that was the deal.” The captain rubs the back of his huge, thick neck. “I hadn’t assigned…”
“I was requested,” I interject, “to provide such a service, given I am the best the dome has to offer.”
“You were?” The captain blinks at me, as I gently put a hand on Cleo’s shoulder. Touching her sends short shocks to all parts of my body, especially my cocks which are hopelessly unruly. “Ah, yes, you were,” he says swiftly. “ is to be your escort and protection while you are in the dome, my dear. I trust your employer will be happy with such an arrangement?”
Cleo looks me up and down. “I guess so, providing he can do what he says he can do.”
“Other than when he is in the dome arena, he is all yours,” the captain says.
“He is?” A smile appears at the corner of Cleo’s lips.
“He is.”
“And he’ll do whatever I want?”
“Absolutely, whatever you want,” the captain says with feeling. “You only need to ask. is at your bidding.” The old bull is looking directly at me now, his dark eyes glittering with mirth. “He will obey without question.”
Vrex the Xnosson! Vrex the dome! I might have my little mate within my grasp, but she’s further away than ever.