Drasus
There is a fog in my head I cannot dislodge, even with the perfect scent of the female, Coral, in my nostrils.
She is utterly delicious, and the rut roaring in my veins makes it hard to comprehend anything other than the mating mix which fills me.
I want to fill her.
Only she is stern and a little cross.
I don't want to get envenomated.
It's strange. I'm sure there are other things I should be thinking about or even doing, but they are mere smoke compared to the tasty morsel I have almost within my grasp.
Coral has not rejected me entirely and she hasn't bitten me, even if she has been strict about allowing her to clean me up. I liked being cleaned up very much. My cock is horribly constrained in these pants I'm wearing, so I will remove them as soon as I get a chance.
I am Sarkarnii. I think I know what a Sarkarnii is, deep in my soul. If I am Sarkarnii, I am an extremely lucky male to have such a female to rut for.
But she will need careful courting, I think as I gaze on her pretty face. No scales to speak of, blunt teeth which will make envenomation, if I get it wrong, all the more painful. So I will show her how I can protect her, care for her, provide for her.
Then Coral will let me mate her, slake my rut by sinking deep into the cunt which smells like it was handed from the stars themselves.
The sound of the place collapsing around us sends my rut spiking. I have to protect my female at all costs. I grab hold of Coral and hoist her onto my shoulder. She squeaks beautifully and nev my cock! It nearly breaks as it jerks against the fabric.
"Put me down!" Her little fists batter on my shoulder.
I put her down. She makes noises I don't understand, speaking in a language I don't recognize, and runs over to where the rocks have fallen out of the wall.
Where the rocks are still falling.
"No!" I growl, leaping for her. "Danger!" Wings sprout from my back, but they're too large for the space and I get all caught up.
Coral cries out. I nearly combust on the spot, wrestling with my body in order to get to her. She sits on the ground nursing her foot.
"Coral," I growl, curling myself around her.
"This was our camp," she moans. "Everything we needed to get to the control room."
"Camp?" I look at the remnants of a blanket, poking out from under a rock. Next to it is something shattered into clear shards.
I feel like I should know what it is. I stir it with my claw.
"Fuck!" Coral pants. "One of those rocks hit my foot."
"Let me." I push her hands away.
"Drasus, I'm a healer, remember," she says as I scrabble at the covering which is hiding her injury. "It's probably just…ah!"
As the covering slips free, she cries out, and my rut, my mating gland, and everything spirals. I want to kill, maim, damage anything and everything because my female is hurting. The roar which escapes me is immense, shaking the foundations of this place because she is hurt.
The sound of Coral calling out brings me back.
"Drasus," she says, because that's my name, I think. "It's okay, it is. It's bruised, that's all." She points at the reddening area covering the top of her pink, scaleless foot.
"Bruised?" I growl.
"Bruised. It'll be sore for a while, but I'll be fine."
I let out a feral snarl. "You are my responsibility, mate. You will not put yourself in danger again."
Coral narrows her eyes at me. If I had more of my faculties, I might understand what the gesture means. Instead my rut tells me I need to take care, or I will be bitten.
Again.
"I will protect you," I say in a softer tone. "It is my pleasure," I hint.
Coral pulls uselessly at the blanket. It doesn't move. "What are we going to do now?" she says, partly to herself, I think.
She grabs a pair of boots which are sitting completely unscathed next to the blanket and carefully pulls them on.
My head throbs. My neck throbs. My cock throbs.
I know what I'd like to do, but I'm pretty sure the suggestion of it might result in envenomation. A dark rolling roar, which isn't me, fills the cavernous space. My tail lashes as I spin on the spot. The pool of water in the center of the cave is boiling up with a stinking red goo. Nothing that foul-smelling can possibly be good, for me or for my mate.
"Has it done this before?" I query.
Fear flickers over Coral's beautiful face. "No, this is new. It was clear when we arrived."
"Who did you arrive with?" I growl out, not taking my eyes from the water which I dislike, a lot. "Because you belong to me, no one else."
Coral makes a weird choking sound which draws me back to her instantly.
"I came with you, Drasus. You really don't remember, do you?"
I want to remember my time with her, before…this place. But there is a wall inside my head, and it feels impossible.
I want the possible.
I want her.
"What matters is here and now." I get to my feet and gather Coral in my arms. "And what matters most is getting out of here before anything else happens."
"Wait!" Coral says, wriggling in my arms until I put her down (because if I do not, my cock is about to poke through the fabric of my pants, I'm sure of it).
She hops over to a larger boulder and reaches around it, extracting a bag. "All is not entirely lost, I guess."
A large belch has both of us staring straight at the pool. What water is left is now overrunning the edges and the center has a huge bubble forming.
"I don't think we should stay here," Coral says, her balance failing her.
"I don't know much, but I agree." I pull her against me, lifting her into my arms and shouldering the bag.
The bubble is getting bigger, and nothing about the liquid it is made of looks or smells good. I head for the only available exit, and as we reach it, with a deafening slurping sound, the bubble bursts.