Driok
My little female shudders in my arms as I shudder over her. She has taken all of me, save for my hook. My cock already knows she is filled with a sarkarnling, and there is no need to hook her, not until the next time I rut for her and her womb is willing and ready.
In the meantime, I know I will never be able to get enough of her. It’s like I’m in rut all over again, only this time it’s to ensure she is protected and satisfied.
Because a female filled with a sarkarnling is, or so I recall, a female who is insatiable.
And I am most definitely here for her.
I swim back to shore with her on my stomach, her soft curves pressing into me, my cock and tail still buried in her until we reach land and I have to withdraw.
She murmurs softly, somewhere between a protest and enjoyment.
I lift her into my arms and carry her to the dwelling which is similar to my quarters on my ship.
Here I take her to the cleansing facilities and clean her up, using my tongue where necessary and, although I want to, I don’t use my cock on her again.
There will be plenty of time for that later.
Finally, I order a selection of dishes from the food dispenser and take them to her in our bed where she has curled up among the blankets.
Why did I leave her?
I climb into the pit and spread out the food, shifting my tail and wings as I prefer when I want to be comfortable. Maggie eyes my tail.
“Did you enjoy my tail, my mate?” I growl, putting a platter in front of her and loading it up.
“So what if I did?” she says cagily. “And this is too much food.”
“You are growing a sarkarnling. There is no such thing as enough food,” I tell her.
Maggie growls under her breath, and my scales prickle.
Maybe, despite everything we’ve done, I’m still at risk of envenomation. I try to look at her teeth, to see how she might be able to produce venom. Maggie has a set of tiny fangs, but they don’t look sharp enough to pierce skin.
Not straight away.
Envenomation might be painful as well as debilitating.
I will have to try harder to please her. Although I am not prepared to back down when it comes to feeding my female.
“Fine,” Maggie says, taking the platter. “I’m hungry anyway.”
She takes a few bites of meat, and my cock nearly unpouches. How do mated males manage if their cocks are always like this around their females, and in my case while I was in rut, like this when I was not with her? They can’t spend all their time sheathed in them, or they’d get nothing done.
I’d very much like to sheathe myself in Maggie again.
“Vorostor to Driok,” Maggie says loudly, causing me to look at her. “Oh, there you are. Thought you’d done a disappearing act again, although this time, you’d not taken your body.”
I wrap the tip of my tail around her ankle, which gives me some ideas.
“I will not leave you, little spitfire.”
“Yeah, right.” She shoves a sweet treat, a small round pale pink ball filled with a soft inner, one of my favorites, into her mouth. “Whatever, Driok.” Her eyes widen as she chews. “What is this?” She points at her mouth.
“It is an eper. A delicacy from my region,” I reply.
“Tastes like strawberry,” she says, reaching for another.
“You have them on your home world?”
“We have a similar tasting fruit.” The second eper goes into her mouth. “Not this though,” she says through the mouthful.
I’m not sure I’ve seen anything more gorgeous in my entire life. A female filled with food she is enjoying.
As well as enjoying being filled by me. It is my duty to sate her in every way.
“You are very weird,” she says, her eyes fixed on me as she reaches for another eper. “I hadn’t realized.”
“In what way?”
“You’re trying to be so big and bad, and yet you’re not exactly any good at being in the wilderness.”
“I am big and bad.” I flash her my fangs. “But for you, I am simply your mate.”
“Yeah, about the mate thing...” she says, her eyes narrowing. “I don’t know if I am your mate.”
Involuntarily, I tighten my grip on her ankle.
“You are,” I respond. “Sarkarnii only rut for their mate.”
“But Sarkarnii don’t just up and leave.” She finishes her food and folds her arms. “You did.”
My chest tightens. I wanted this to be our moment, not to allow the rest of the world’s problems in, not to have to explain to her exactly what I do or how I do it. My Maggie is perfection, and I didn’t want what we have to be sullied this soon.
“If I could have stayed, I would have, spitfire.”
“I only have your word, Driok,” she says, and I detect a sadness in her voice I dislike a whole lot. “From what I’ve seen, Sarkarnii move the celestial bodies to be with their mates. But you chose something else over your mate.”
I can’t disagree with her. I did leave Maggie, even though my rut was in full flow, because I thought I had no choice.
But perhaps I did. And perhaps I should have taken it.