Chapter 44 Venim
“I will have her first.”
The forbearance required for me to utter this statement is incredible. That I should even entertain the idea of sharing the female is beyond belief. The slain men back at the crater should serve as evidence enough of that.
If I had my way, I would not share the female at all, not with Pharod, not with Xenithar, and sure as null not with riff-raff such as these: a weedmonger and a whore. Were it up to me, I would happily slaughter the both of them. Then I would breed the human till sunup in their pooling blood.
Unfortunately, it is not up to me.
Not anymore.
The pretty boy is safe from my wrath, at least until I repay my debt to him. As for the horn-head… he is certainly an annoyance, but I fear it would grieve the little human too sorely.
Besides, I have already tasted the female’s heat-scent—indeed, I am virtually drowning in that scent right now—and I know there is no chance I would ever be able to quell that fire on my own.
Her need requires three, so that is what she shall receive.
But I will go first.
I will take her from behind, in the Znthian fashion. I shall need to turn her over to do that. But first I must get those damnable clothes off her body.
Her suit is already unzipped, and one of her luscious mammaries is exposed, the nipple erect and reaching in the moonlight. The sight is enticing, but it is not enough.
I need to see more. I need to see everything.
Then I need to taste her.
With a feral sound, I hook my fingers inside her half-opened bodysuit and pull, rending the fabric and baring her body in a single, savage motion. Her mouth gasps in shock, but the scent that comes rushing from her pores is far more intense. An olfactory scream.
I fling her torn bodysuit into the darkness and start on my own pants. I don’t bother with loosening the laces over my groin. I simply rip the garment from my body in the same brutal fashion I ripped hers.
My engorged member springs free, stiff and ready for mating.
All of this—from my utterance of intent to the baring of our two bodies—takes only a matter of a few sareths. The other two males don’t even have a chance to react.
Until now.
The horned Grangorian is the first to touch me, placing one meaty hand against my chest and shoving me back. I must admit, the lummox is strong, but I do not intend to let his strength come between me and the female. I turn on him with a snarl of aggression.
Then the Hassaith makes his move.
I feel his lips, soft against the curvature of my ear. I hear his voice purring through my veins like a sedative. His hand is not on my chest, as the Grangorian’s is. It is lower down, encircling, stroking, pacifying.
“Easy,” he whispers, his voice as thick and vaporous as smoke. “Take it easy.”
Even though I am aware of what he is doing to me, I am powerless to resist his spell. It is the mating frenzy that makes me so susceptible to his charms. If I were fully in control of my faculties, he would never be able to hypnotize me this way.
I am not complaining. The purring feels… good.
So does the stroking.
Damn him.
“While I appreciate your ardor,” he purrs. “I’m afraid I cannot allow you to claim the female first. It is not a matter of competition, understand. I am merely thinking of what is best for the human.”
“Then who will take her first?” I ask through gritted teeth. “Don’t tell me… you?”
“Naturally.”
Moisture warms the tip of my penis. Not my own moisture, but the female’s.
I am kneeling between her open legs, and she is lifting her hips in supplication, grinding the cleft of her cunt against me, even while the Hassaith continues stroking my hardened shaft.
Her plaintive moans are nearly enough to break the whore’s spell.
“She wants it,” I growl. “She wants my cock.”
The Hassaith chuckles softly.
“Assuredly. In her current state, I do believe she would take any cock she could get her cunt on. The three of us just happen to have the honor of being in the vicinity. We shall serve her as the Goddess decrees.”
“But—”
“Hush now,” the Hassaith whispers, his purr turning briefly into a blade. “This is not about what you want, Znthian. This is about what the human needs.”
His other hand is on my buttocks, caressing me as the hand in front continues to stroke.
“Says the man who intends to claim her first,” I hiss. “What gives you that right, whore? The fact that you’re a professional?”
The Hassaith smiles faintly.
“Yes, but not in the way you mean. I have served many of your species, Znthian, both male and female alike. I know how rough you can be when your instincts take over. The human is not ready for that. Not yet…”
He flicks his eyes toward the Grangorian, who has been watching and listening with a look of stoned curiosity.
“As for you, Ghorak,” the Hassaith continues. “Your, ah… size precludes you from going first. I hope you understand.”
“I merely want what is best for the female,” the Grangorian rumbles.
“Very well, then. It is decided. Move aside, Venim.”
With a growl of reluctance, I comply, allowing the Hassaith to take my place between the female’s legs. It is the first time he has turned his back on me all day.
I watch in silence as he removes his pants and mounts her, lowering his pelvis into the cradle of her thighs.
The female moans with relief as he enters her, and he purrs in response, helping her relax as he pushes deeper inside.
He begins to thrust, and as he does so, the cheeks of his ass open and close in a slow, steady rhythm, offering me glimpses of the tight little hole between them.
I take hold of myself and begin to stroke.
Someday, I will make this Hassaith pay for usurping my role. I will make him pay hard and deep. Then I will seal him shut like the filthy little slut that he is. Someday… but not tonight.
Tonight is all about the human.