Drelix

Her scent is doing all the wrong things to the right parts of me. My neck throbs as my mating gland pumps the mix into my veins. I'm already seeing the physical changes of the rut in my body and my venom, which at least made it easy to assist my female with healing.

Her leg was sliced open by the disruptor blast. I was able to stem the bleeding with the changes in my venom, and before she regained conciseness, I was pleased to see the wound knitting together.

But the longer I spend in her presence, the more I want to claim her. Not only sheath myself in her but apply my bite to her soft, delicious neck.

I cannot give in to these desires no matter how strong. Her presence is unexpected and has set my plans into a flat spin, rather like the bolt which clipped the flyer.

I'm guessing it came from the station, although why they would fire on me as I complied with their instruction to vacate is a mystery. But the damage is minimal, and the flyer's internal auto-mech bot is steadily working to fix the damage to one engine and the hull where we crash landed. I check over the work as it continues and the display states it should be finished by tomorrow.

Which means I have a female I have to avoid for more than a nova-day. Given the gyik flyers are made for one warrior and contain the bare minimum in the way of facilities, this is going to make things…interesting.

My hips flick at the thought of her, wanting to perform the dance all Sarkarnii, even my species, do when they find their fated mate.

Only Crystal cannot be my fated mate. I told fate, the day I made my vow, it would no longer have sway over my life. I was taking control, and the control was total.

Seems like my mating gland did not get the message. It shoves another load of mix into my veins as the scent of her reaches me, and my cock is achingly hard within my pouch. I palm it in an effort to make it less painful, but it turns out that is a bad idea and instead of helping it simply emerges. I haven't been this bad since I was a young warrior who knew nothing of the universe.

And who chose not to mate with any female because he was saving himself for his szikra. His fate.

The harsh laugh which forces its way out is indicative as to how I feel about fate now. In an effort to cool myself down, I stomp through to my bed and pull a blanket from it.

"I'm going hunting," I growl at her as I pass, dropping the blanket next to her. "Keep warm and don't wander. The moon is uninhabited by sentient creatures…as to predators…I wouldn't want to risk it if I were you."

As much as every atom in my body is telling me to stay by her side, I don't even look back as I exit the flyer and push my way into the jungle. Once I'm far enough from the ship, I strip off my clothing and shift out into my natural form.

It's been a while since I was planet side for long enough to enjoy a shift, even longer since I was able to become my true form.

But I take no pleasure in it. My hide itches like I've got scale mites, the mating gland is ceaseless in what it shoves into my system, and the desire to shift is only within the bounds of protecting her.

I spot a six-legged creature with long, slim horns sticking up from its back. The dusty colored fur covering it is sleek and it smells tasty enough. It is fleet, with six quick legs, but not quick enough to escape my three heads. Very soon, it is no more, and it will be a suitable prize to offer up to my mate.

In fact, I'm not sure I've ever been more proud of a hunt as I carry the carcass back to the ship. I used to hunt all the time in the forests of our long-lost planet, Kaeh-Leks, with my father and brothers. Our territory was vast and the game plentiful.

But this is different. This is my first offering for my mate, my fate, my heartsfire. If she accepts it, she might accept me too. Then she might let my aching cock sheath itself within her.

I release a groan at the very thought as I push my way through the vegetation and the ship comes into sight. A sniff of the air tells me my mate is still in residence, and as I shove several large leaves to one side, I see her sat in the pilot's chair, wrapped in my blanket, her injured leg propped up on the console. She seems to be dozing, but as I approach, she opens one eye, then the other before leaping unsteadily to her uninjured foot and backing away.

I throw the six-legged creature down.

"What the fuck!" Chrissy exclaims, hopping backwards. "What the hell is this? And where are your pants?"