Chapter 32
DALOX
Ihave mated.
My legs seem to no longer wish to take my weight.
My cock is heavy with the need to hook and my promise not to.
It already wants to mate again, but I’m not sure my heart can take it.
Instead I lower my mate and myself to the nearest seating, and I wrap my arms around her, shoving my head into her hair and letting her scent and that of our mating reduce the thump of my heart until it is near normal once more.
“Gillian.” I whisper her name because I do not wish to wear it out.
“Dalox,” she replies.
“I have mated you.”
“I noticed.”
“It was the most glorious thing that has ever happened to me,” I say, closing my eyes but then opening them again because I don’t want to miss a nova-second of seeing my beautiful mate. “Can we do it again?”
“Slow down there, dragon boy.” Gillian looks up at me, a smile playing over her face. “Are you sure?”
“I would mate you all nova-day and night, little spark,” I growl and circle my hips while my cock is still inside her. “And we have many nova-hours until we make it to the second continent.”
“I guess I can’t argue with your logic,” she says. “Only that we have a job to do when we get there, and if you want me awake and upright, you’re going to have to give me some time to recover.”
“I will mate you on our return, over and over.” I press a kizz to her lips. “Unless you wish to mate again now?”
An alarm blares from my console. The last thing I want to do is leave my mate for something which is unlikely to be anything, but if it poses a risk, I will have to.
I withdraw slowly, enjoying being inside her for as long as I can, until there is a gush of our combined juices, and I feel a pang of guilt.
All my seed should have been hooked into her womb, but it would appear breeding will have to wait.
I have hope my Gillian will let me breed her in good time. Until then I will enjoy the mating because mating is one of the best things any Sarkarnii can do.
It would seem my lessons from long ago were entirely true. It has simply taken this long to find a mate to rut for.
I would never go back.
The alarm still sounds as I carry my sweet Gillian into the small aquium which is installed on the flyer.
I make sure to clean her up properly with my tongue as well as the cloths provided.
Gillian seems to enjoy this process, grasping at my shoulders and making a myriad of sounds, which means I want to mate her all over again.
But the alarm is insistent, and once I’m sure she is clean, I go to the console.
Ahead of us there is something which is hiding its signature from my scanners, which is enough for the scanners to set an alarm.
“You’re growling. What’s the problem?” Gillian says, joining me, and she is sadly clothed once more. “I found these,” she says seeing my gaze. “They were in a cupboard.”
Admittedly, I rather like what she wears, a pair of pale-colored pants, long dark boots which reach to her knees, a soft white undergarment on her top half, and a jacket the same color and material as her boots. She has wrapped her middle in a piece of scarlet and gold cloth similar to my scales.
“Darax must have a clothing machine installed on this flyer,” I grumble. “Given he has more credits than sense.”
“Works for me,” Gillian says. “If you’re going to rip my clothing off all the time.”
“Not all the time,” I respond. “Only if you are not already unclothed.”
“That’s going to be most of the time.”
“Then it’s a good thing Darax has the clothing machine installed.” I punch at the console before my cock punches through my pouch again. “There is something out there, something which doesn’t want us to know what it is.”
“Darax?”
“Not Darax.” I study the information coming through the comm. It’s scant and I don’t like it.
“How far are we from our destination?”
“Two nova-hours.” I look down at the ground of the second continent flashing below us.
“Any way we can shake it off, divert it or something?” Gillian asks.
I stroke my chin as I run through the options on the console until something catches my eye.
“Nev the nevver!” I stare down at the screen. “Darax will never cease to amaze me. He has installed a shadow device.”
No wonder he didn’t want me taking this flyer. It has more tech than my main interstellar ship.
“Please tell me a shadow device is exactly what I think it is,” Gillian says, staring out of the window.
“It will make us harder to find.”
“How about you use it?”
I find the relevant algorithm and work my way through the various settings as she goes over to the front of the flyer and looks out.
“It is unlikely you’ll be able to see what’s following us,” I say as I find the correct part of the algo and set the shadow device into motion.
“Is it likely to be black, small, and fast?” she asks.
I check my console. She has described a surface flyer similar to the one which is out there.
“Yes,” I respond.
“Then it’s out there,” Gillian replies. “And closing fast.”
“Nothing should be as fast as this flyer,” I respond, checking my instruments once again, but she is correct. The unknown ship is approaching, its speed increasing.
“We are in shadow mode.” I walk over to the viewing window. “Neither it nor its occupants should be able to see us.”
“Maybe that’s why it’s coming so fast,” Gillian says, her eyes fixed on a far point. “It thinks it’s lost us.”
“That is entirely possible.” I lift her hair to one side so I can scent both her and the mating we have recently undertaken. “But it cannot see us now.”
Gillian melts against me. It would appear my wish will be granted before we reach the second continent, more time to pleasure my little spark and more time to sheathe myself in her.