Maggie
Driok is absolutely purring. It’s very loud. He’s also staring at me with pupils as big as saucers. I’m not entirely sure what’s going on, but as I have Horace and he’s made me have something nutritious to eat, I am not complaining.
Also, the earlier horniness has worn off to what I presume is normal, i.e. I’d like to jump his bones generally because Driok remains sexy as fuck.
“We are going to get my crew back, and my ship, and create the interstellar net needed to deal with our enemies once and for all,” Driok growls with his usual intensity.
“These are the enemies who knew your every move?” I query.
“None of my warriors would turn traitor,” Driok says haughtily.
“I’m not suggesting that’s the case. I am suggesting if there was tech on Szorn which none of us knew about, then why not on your ship or elsewhere? After all, we know the Veseli and the Gonoz have been on Vorostor.”
“The Veseli and Gonoz have nothing to do with those who seek to take the galaxy and enslave all the inhabitants.”
“Funny, that’s what I thought they were doing.”
“They wanted Sarkarnii because they thought we were somehow the answer to their own problems.” Driok sighs. “They were a distraction from the real threat.”
“A threat which is still out there and has your crew.” I push my fingers into Horace’s fur as I contemplate the situation.
If they can get the better of Driok, it makes them a formidable enemy. Don’t tell him, but beneath all his ego and bluster, he’s a shrewd leader and strategist.
“They will not have them for long, if I have anything to do with it,” Driok says.
I look around the room. It’s in the dark now, save for the light from his comm. This seems to be all we have. This tiny space, a single Sarkarnii, a horc, and a pregnant lady.
I mean, I suppose it’s entirely possible we could fight this unseen enemy and be successful.
Driok pulls his hand over his face and stares at me over the comm.
“This isn’t going to be easy.”
“The part about not being able to get back to Vorostor was an indication of the difficulty level,” I respond.
“That part is not strictly true. If I get my ship back, we can go anywhere. But without it, we cannot return to Vorostor.”
I furrow my brow. “Why?”
“I have security set up. Only Vorostor badged ships can approach, since the incident with the Gonoz. Only those ships with the correct call signs will get through the psi-minefield intact.”
“Sounds like it was a good idea at the time.” I shudder internally at the thought of both the Gonoz and the Veseli. “Although, possibly not entirely thought through.”
“Normally I carry a comm which can also transmit the call sign from whatever ship I’m on,” Driok says. “But I determined it wasn’t something I wanted to take with me on Szorn.” His eyes flick away from mine.
“You mean…the great Driok is fallible?” I put my hand over my chest in mock awe.
I don’t have time to do or say anything else because I’m caged beneath a great scaly beast. Horace squeaks and scuttles away on his many suckers into the darkness.
“You are a little female who knows how to tease a Sarkarnii,” Driok rasps, his teeth scraping over the skin on my neck.
“You said it. I know how to tease a Sarkarnii…any Sarkarnii,” I tease.
His growl practically shakes my organs loose.
“You are mine, spitfire. I rut for you, I put the sarkarnling in your belly, my cock fits you like you were made for me. You belong to me, Maggie.”
All the artificial desire for him shows itself for what it was, artificial. His growl makes me wet, instantly. His desire makes my pussy pulse. His need is my need.
“I might have already bred you, little mate, but I am going to rut you until you birth, and then I will be putting yet another sarkarnling in you.” He breathes in my ear. “I always want you ripe and round.”
A shiver runs through me. The mere thought of what I am to become and that he wants to worship that changing body ramps my desire higher.
“Driok.” I breathe his name as his fingers hook under my clothing, peeling it from my body.
“That’s my name,” he rasps. “I’m going to make sure it will always be on your lips.”
I am completely bare before him. Every single item I’m wearing has been removed as he trails his lips down my neck, his hands cupping my breasts, the claw-tipped thumbs teasing over my nipples and making me gasp.
“So sensitive,” he murmurs. “Because you are with sarkarnling, it will make your body sing like never before.”
Driok reaches my two tight peaks and lavishes them with attention as he slides his hand between my thighs, opening me up to him, a thick digit sliding with ease into me as Driok, the fastest of fast learners, makes sure I am already gasping for breath with the complete pleasure overload.
His tongue works at my nipples, the forked ends pulling at them, tweaking them almost to the point of pain before he releases me and laves over them, sending me spiralling.
When I’m practically begging him for more, he moves, down my chest, over my abdomen to where my little belly is rounded, not much more than a big meal, but enough for him to cup with one hand and growl.
“Mine.”
Then Driok is on his knees, his head shoved between my legs, his tongue deep in my pussy, shattering me instantly. My arms flail, until I grab hold of something…Driok has horns!
He groans against me as my body throbs, my pussy pulsing at nothing, needing him inside me. I steer him to where I want him, his tongue on my clit, and feel something bigger than a finger probing at me…at my bottom hole.
“I love your tight little hole,” Driok murmurs over my pussy, ticking at my clit and making me hiss with pleasure, grasping at his horns, which curve back over his head, half buried in his long hair. “My tail loves it too.”
He applies a little more pressure and slips inside me, just as his tongue tugs on my clit, and my second climax overtakes me, causing me to convulse over him and make him groan my name as I call out his.
“Little mate, I am going to pluck every last piece of you, and then I’m going to do it some more,” he growls. “Until neither of us can speak or breathe anymore.”