Drasus

My head has improved a little with violence. I'm still not entirely sure the name my Coral has given me is mine. I'm absolutely certain I am Sarkarnii, although what it is, I'm not sure. I know the thing in the dark meant to harm my mate and it paid the price.

The price being I decorated the passage with its innards and maybe myself a little too.

I also used the opportunity to shed the nevving pants. My cock is very glad indeed. I'm also hoping my mate will be glad, or even interested as to what I have in my pouch.

It very much wants to be inside her. The rut is setting me on fire, sending my scales rising and falling, my tail thrashing, and the need to be…the other…is almost overwhelming.

But the bitter scent of her fear is too much. My Coral cannot be scared, not for an instant.

"Who hurt you?" I ask as I stare into her eyes, ones which flare with, not just fear, but a deep-seated need to run.

I'd love it if she ran. My cock presses at my pouch.

"The Belek," she whispers. "But they're gone. You and the others, you made them leave the Kirakos."

"They are no longer a threat?" I can feel my brow creasing as various images I don't understand flood my head.

I lift my hand to touch the painful lump on the back.

"Drasus," Coral says, her hand on my jaw.

My cock thinks it has died and gone to the ancestors, thrusting the tip out of my pouch and pre-cum dripping.

"Who?" I ask dreamily.

"You, you're Drasus," she says, an edge to her voice.

"I am yours, sweet jewel. Of that I am absolutely sure, even if I know nothing else," I rasp.

My hips kick out. The desire to dance for her, to claim her, to own her is everything the rut should be.

I am the rut. I am nothing but the male who ruts for her. My lips brush hers and the flavor which bursts over my tongue is like nothing I've ever experienced.

I lap at her with my tongue, enjoying the softness of her mouth, exploring her blunt teeth, ensuring she makes those delicious squeaking noises my cock particularly enjoys. I push my hands into her hair, and it's silky at my touch, unlike my own which I know is covered in the dark creature's guts.

She is delicious.

"We can't stay here," she says, her voice hoarse as I release her.

"No, we need a nice den in which to mate," I reply.

Coral backs away, the glow light illuminating me. In the dark, her eyes widen as she takes in my cock, not entirely fully emerged from my pouch.

"We are not mating," she says, her flushed face pouting.

My hips circle because I can't help myself. I'm close to winning this female, I know. I will not be envenomated today.

"You are mine, little Coral," I say, licking my lips.

She grabs the bag from the floor and shoves it over her shoulder, gives my cock one final glance, lifts her chin in the air, and hobbles past me into the dark, the light trailing her.

Coral might not be running, but there is no way she is venturing into the dark without me. I adjust myself with some difficulty, re-pouching my aching cock. As much as I'd like to leave it out, I have to be content with the lack of clothing instead.

Now all I need to do is rid Coral of hers.