Driok
Imay have had to contain my rut once before, I may already know how painful it was, but it is nothing compared to seeing my mate wearing something which emphasizes everything I adore about her and not being able to mate her on the spot.
It aches. It aches so much. The mere thought of sheathing myself in her is enough to make my cock leak.
“Did you get your ship?” Maggie says, somehow managing to break into my thoughts.
“Yes.”
“His speech is improving.” The vendor laughs. “You need another dress.”
I give her the benefit of my best snarl, but she simply laughs some more and bustles away into the rear of the alcove behind the clothing creator.
I slowly circle my mate, taking in every single part of her beautiful body. She is absolutely delicious, and I’m licking my lips at the thought of peeling her out of the item she is wearing.
“I have a ship. A Paralnyi trader found me one. I have sent the details to the baron,” I manage to get out in an attempt to quell my rut. “He has also assisted me in obtaining weapons.”
“Good.” Maggie steps out of the circle of light and into my arms. “What about the information?”
“I have it.” I pull out my comm. “It’s useful.”
“Useful?”
“It’s a start.”
Maggie huffs.
“I didn’t expect to get a map to where my crew and ship are,” I confess. “But some indication of where we have to start looking is all I need.”
“And where are we going?” Maggie asks, looking up at me.
Her fearlessness sets even more of my scales on fire. She is awe inspiring.
“Fortunately, we get to leave Xracak City a long way behind us. There’s a nebula around twenty thousand kiliks from here which I am hoping will provide us with answers, even if my crew is not there.”
“I don’t think I’m going to mind leaving this place.” Maggie sighs. “But first we have to do this ridiculous gathering with the baron.”
“As long as I get to walk in by your side, I care not where we are,” I croon into her hair.
“That’s because you’re thinking with something other than your brain.”
“I can assure you, I only ever think with my brain.”
Maggie delves into my pants, grasping at my cock and nearly making me spill everything in one go.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure you think with this on occasion.”
“You do not wish to know what my cock is thinking,” I growl in her ear. “Because it would mean being buried in you for the next twenty-four nova-hours. And while it’s a close run thing, on balance, I’d rather be away from Xracak City first.”
Her scent invades my senses, and I almost, almost forget myself, but then, as swiftly as she had hold of me, her hand is gone, and I have a pair of bright, intelligent eyes fixed on me.
“Then let’s do this thing.”
“I agree.” I put my hand in my pocket. “But first, I want you to wear my jewel.”
“What? Now? In this dress?”
“I can’t think of anything better. And knowing you wear it will drive me quite insane.”
A little shiver wracks her body, and she eyes the glittering item. But then she reaches out and takes it from my fingers, my claws making a tiny chime as she removes it.
“Driving you insane is my life’s mission,” she replies and retreats into the changing area.
“You are a lucky male.” The vendor has reappeared from behind the clothing creator.
“I know.” I give her a flash of fang.
“You will always treat her like the jewel she is, won’t you?” the vendor says solemnly.
I briefly bare my teeth, as the question is one which no one should ever ask of a Sarkarnii warrior about his mate. But her face has an earnestness to it, one which wipes the glib response from my mind.
“I will lay all of the universe at her feet,” I respond. “All of the delights, all of the pleasures, everything she could ever want. Maggie is my heart, my soul, my fire, and my wings. She is the hoard of hoards, and I will never let her go.”
“Good.” The vendor nods. “No matter what happens, don’t ever forget it.” And she slowly, slowly fades away like an ancestor who no longer needs to impart advice.