Chapter 36 Venim
What is it?
A fair question.
The Znthian term is gleth, a word which is not precisely translatable into other languages. For good reason. No other species produces this particular substance.
“Glue,” I suppose, would be an approximate rendering, though that word generally implies the joining of two things that were previously separate.
“Shield” might be closer in sense, but somewhat too broad in its scope.
“Sealant?” Perhaps that is the most technically accurate, though it fails to capture the emotions behind this particular male emission.
And it is emotional. How could it be otherwise?
Long ago, in the murky depths of my planet’s prehistoric past, my ancestors evolved the ability to produce gleth.
The evolutionary benefits are twofold. First, by sealing the female’s cloaca shut after mating, the male is able to reduce semen loss.
This ensures that his sperm remains inside the reproductive tract, thereby increasing the chances of conception.
Second, it makes it impossible for other competing males to mate with said female as long as the seal remains in place.
Of course, I have neither the time nor the patience to explain any of that to the human right now. I doubt she would understand much of it anyway, considering the frantic state she is currently in. Instead, I merely tell her this:
“It is for your protection.”
She is half-sitting, half-lying beneath me, shoulders resting against the natural stone wall, legs open as if for mating.
Beneath the glass facade of her breathing mask—the only article of clothing currently on her body—her pink mouth is gaped in shock, and her wide eyes are directed downward toward her own genitals, which are now slathered in a deep and viscous blue.
“Protection?”
Her voice is dubious, but she will understand soon enough.
She shudders briefly as I press the tip of my cock against her, using it to spread my secretion all over her anatomy until everything between her legs has received a nice even coat.
I could use my hands, of course, but I would have to clean them afterward.
Besides, the gleth imparts a certain paresthetic sensation that I would prefer not to have on my fingers.
The stuff is already starting to make the head of my member tingle.
I can only imagine how it feels on the human’s scaleless skin.
Once her crotch is fully painted, I lean back a little and survey my handiwork. Finding it satisfactory, I then lower my head between her open legs and start to blow.
The human moans in response.
“Hush,” I whisper between breaths. “This is merely to speed up the drying process.”
“Drying?”
She tries to close her legs, and her thighs slam into my temples. With a growl of annoyance, I force them apart again. Then I continue blowing.
After a few sareths, it is done. The gleth has congealed into a rubbery substance, almost like a second skin. It is soft to the touch, but highly durable. Even my glazeblade could not cut it. I guide the human’s hand down to touch it.
“How does that feel?” I ask.
The human just stares at me in disbelief.
“You glued my pussy shut!”
The penultimate word—pussy—is unfamiliar to me, but it is not difficult to intuit the meaning. She is referring to her tight little mating orifice. Without thinking, I thrust my pelvis, grinding the tip of my cock against the dried gleth, and I practice saying the word myself.
“Pussy…”
Even through the layer of gleth, I can feel the little nub at the top of her sealed slit. The part she was touching a few kethars ago when I told her to play with herself. As my cockhead brushes against that tiny bump, the female trembles and whines. The sound jolts me back to my senses.
“Turn over,” I tell her. “I need to seal the other side too.”
“The other side?”
“Turn.”
She responds to the snarl in my voice, rolling herself over onto her knees with her hands propped against the wall in front of her. Her bottom is smudged with ashes from sitting on the ground, but the flesh beneath is still deliciously pink from her spanking.
My cock bucks at the sight. A spurt of gleth shoots out of me unbidden.
Fuck. I need to hurry this up before I lose control completely.
“Give me your hand,” I snap, but I don’t wait for her to comply. Instead, I snatch her right wrist away from the wall and place it onto the right cheek of her ass. “Pull.”
“But—”
“PULL!”
This time, she obeys, pulling the right half of her ass aside while I pull the left. Together we spread her cheeks, exposing the dark star nestled between them. I press the head of my member against that puckered hole and start to jack.
It doesn’t take long for the gleth to come.
“Oh!” the human cries. “Oh God!”
The fluid gushes out of me, marking her skin. I work my tip up and down her open cleft, smearing it around. Then, as with her pussy, I bow my head and blow.
“Oh God,” she whispers, shuddering. “Oh God…”
I test it with a thumb to make sure it’s dry, then pick the female up and turn her back onto her butt again.
My eyes scan her body, searching for any other places that are in need of my gleth.
Her nipples are stiff and straining, as if begging for my attention.
I jack myself all over the left one and blow it dry.
Then I repeat the procedure with the right.
My sacs are throbbing from the effort. A Znthian male is not meant to gleth this much in such a short period of time.
There is one last part of her that requires protection.
“Bare your teeth,” I tell her.
“What?”
“Bare your teeth. I wish to inspect them.”
Nervously, the female peels her lips back into an expression that is halfway between a smile and a snarl. Her human teeth are small and blunt, but they will suffice.
“I’m going to take your mask off,” I tell her. “I want you to bite me, right here.”
I tap the left side of my chest. The side opposite my brand.
“You want me to… bite you?”
“That’s right. The men need to know that your mouth is off-limits. Of course, I could always glue it shut for you, if you prefer.”
The fire reignites behind her eyes. Good. That will be helpful.
I remove the female’s breathing mask and set it on the ground beside us. Then I grab a big fistful of golden hair and guide her face toward my chest. Her lips press against me, soft and warm.
“Go ahead,” I tell her. “Bite.”
Even without the aid of the translator, she understands. The softness of her lips gives way to the hardness of her little teeth sinking into my flesh. I wince at the sensation.
“Harder,” I hiss.
She bites down harder, but not hard enough.
“HARDER!”
The skin breaks, and the female pulls back with a gasp, her lips stained with my blood. It is blue like my gleth, only darker. The shade becomes her. It brings out her eyes.
What happens next is not part of the plan. I don’t even know I’m going to do it until it’s done. I move in close and press my lips to hers, claiming her mouth with mine. She gasps in surprise, and I seize the opportunity to thrust my tongue inside her.
It is, I realize, a foolish move on my part. For a Znthian such as myself, the tongue is the most important part of the anatomy, after the heart and the brain. The primary sense organ, analogous to the eyes for many other species.
And I have just placed mine between the human’s teeth.
I know what those teeth can do when the female puts her mind to it. The bleeding bite mark attests to that. She could snip my tongue right off if she really wanted to.
But she doesn’t.
Instead, she presses into my kiss and returns it with a ferocity equal to my own. Our tongues writhe in the wet warmth of our clasped mouths. It is more of a fight than a dance, and an even one at that. Wild. Violent. Hungry.
My cock feels harder than it’s been all day. The tip of it grinds against her crotch. If she weren’t sealed, I would be inside her. Deep inside. Thrusting. Coming.
It would be such a simple matter to remove it.
No.
I must maintain control.
In a flash, I return to my senses and shove the female back, separating my lips from hers. She emits a small sound that might be disappointment. She stares up at me with eyes full of fire, blue like my own, yet so different, so alien.
“Good human,” I whisper, and I thumb a dribble of blood from her chin. “You have done well.”
There is just one more thing to do now.
It is the part I have been dreading.