Blayn

BLAYN

I pace around the room, down the stairs, back to the bed, around the bed, over to the seating area, and do the same again.

How long is she going to be?

Izzy told me she was going to get dressed after I destroyed her clothes, both in the bedroom and later in the pool room. Part of me was rather proud of the destruction, given it meant I got access to her sweet, slick cunt, but from the look on her face, she didn’t want to hear my pleasure, so I instead dipped my head and attempted to ky-ss her again.

I could get used to the ky-ss. It makes my heart lighter than I ever thought it could be.

Without Izzy, my feathers itch, my skin crawls, my wound aches, and I want to tear off the stupid bandage covering it. My stomach alternates between heat and ice.

I need her.

My feathers rise and then clamp back against me. I open my wings, give them an experimental beat, and knock something from a shelf. It falls to the floor and smashes into a million pieces.

“Vrex,” I mutter.

Why is everything in this place so fragile? The only things I broke in the dome were bones.

Where is Izzy? I sweep the remains under the couch with a wing and stride over to the door, wrenching it open.

The passage outside is empty. I pick up sounds throughout the building, some of pleasure and some of…pain?

Snorting, I debate whether to go looking for Izzy or stay here like she told me. I lift my head to scent her, and there is just enough of her in the air I can make my way down the passage. As I near the elevator, I spot the narrow side corridor leading away from the room, and it’s where her scent is stronger, which means I turn down it and keep on walking, my wings brushing the walls.

There are a number of twists and turns until finally I reach a set of stairs leading down. Izzy’s scent gets lost in a maelstrom of others, and as hard as I try, I cannot catch it again.

The stairway fills with a cacophony of female voices and laughing. Footsteps ring as a gaggle of them appear. They halt at the bottom of the last set below me.

“You!” An Oykig female, covered in glittering scales, glares up at me.

I puff out my feathers. This is not the dome, but I feel like I’m about to go into battle.

“Yes, me,” I respond. “Where’s Izzy?” I demand, holding my wings higher and blocking out some of the light.

At least two of the females whimper.

“Izzy? What’s an Izzy?” the Oykig says with a nasty smile. “If you’re looking for a good time, gladiator, I can assure you there are plenty of females here for you.”

The way the other females are pressed against the wall and stink of fear leads me to think she might be lying.

“Want Izzy,” I growl.

One of the females drops to the floor.

I didn’t even touch her and I don’t like any of this.

“? What are you doing?” I turn to see Izzy behind me.

She’s wearing a pair of pants similar to mine, which cling to her body, a soft top which skirts her midriff, giving a tantalizing glimpse of skin underneath, and a long jacket which sweeps the floor, like my wings.

The others are completely forgotten as I drink her in, every single inch of her, my cocks instantly rising with the need to be buried in her.

“I was looking for you,” I reply. “You were gone a long time.”

“I was gone ten nova-minutes, like I said I would be.” She laughs, strolling up to me.

I wrap my arm around her waist. “I missed your ky-ss,” I say, pulling her against me.

The Oykig on the stairs snorts, and Izzy spots her. I feel her shrink back from me as she stares at the other female.

I do not like that at all.

So, I release a growl which peals in the echoing space. The remainder of the upright females scream and dart away, dragging the unconscious one with them. Only the Oykig stands her ground, at least until I take a pace towards her, and then she turns and flees.

“Thank you, , but I don’t think you should have done that,” Izzy says, extracting herself from my grip. “Yelii will tell Madame, and I can be sure the story will be embellished with how terrible and dangerous you are.”

“But I am terrible and dangerous,” I say. “What embellishment can there be?”

Izzy stares at me for a nova-second or two, and then the most incredible thing happens. Her face lights up and she smiles.

She smiles at me. She smiles because of something I said.

My heart pounds in my chest like I’ve been fighting a ziggurag. My entire body feels tight with the need to ensure she always looks like this.

“I guess you’re right. We’d better get out of here for a while before you prove yourself terrible and dangerous all over again.” She lifts her hand to my chest, and it hovers there for an instant until she places it on my skin.

I hum in delight.

“We could always stay,” I suggest, my cocks straining in my pants.

“Not with Yelii looking for trouble,” Izzy says, walking away from me so I have no choice but to follow.

“If she’s looking for trouble, she’s found it,” I reply.

“Of that, I have no doubt, but let’s get you fit and healthy again before you live up to your reputation, shall we?” Izzy says, pushing at a large, heavy door.

It swings open, and all the scents of Tatatunga rush in, filled for once with promise, not violence.