Chapter 13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Olivia had spent the remainder of her recovery evening testing her body for any other fun new senses she may have enhanced. Food, she discovered, was a whole new pleasure, the flavors and smells possessing so many more layers and depth than she’d previously realized. It was like developing tetrachromacy and seeing a million new shades of colors overnight, a whole new level of perception unlocked in an instant.

Tactile senses seemed to be slightly increased, but none nearly so much as her newly robust sexual sensitivity. She gleefully explored that new paradigm and rubbed herself to climax a few more times before bed, reveling in the feeling as her body rapidly assimilated the powerful new pigment. When she woke the following morning and examined her healing new art in the mirror projection, she realized things had changed, and not just the addition of new tattoos.

“Hey, what happened to my old tattoos?” she asked aloud.

“ Your new pigment seems to have spread further than anticipated, inserting itself much more into your prior markings, forming new and previously undocumented rune formations. ”

“I can see that. There’s new color. And look at the way it flowed from those connecting lines.”

“ Yes, the new designs seem to have fully incorporated themselves with the overall network of Dotharian Runes. Allow me to provide an overlay for you. ”

Her image shifted slightly, a faint version of her tattoos from the other day now layered atop her current art. The basic designs were still there, but it was clear looking at them like this that things had shifted. Her original artwork was altered, but there was something else as well. The Infala rune in the middle of her chest seemed to have grown and changed as well. It was all most unusual.

Olivia traced her fingers over the new runes that had grown within her old tattoos. Her stomach knotted momentarily, and she felt an uncomfortable dull throb in her head. Across the room a decorative vase tipped over with a thud but didn’t break.

Olivia’s attention shifted, the ache fading in a flash. “What was that?”

“ I do not know. I did not register any seismic activity, yet the vase moved. I will run an analysis and report my findings. ”

“Thanks. That was weird.”

“ It was, yes. ”

Olivia was glad the computer agreed with her. That meant she wasn’t going crazy. Something was up, only she didn’t know what. At least, not yet.

“Okay, I’m going for some fresh air.”

“ I can provide fresh ? — ”

“It’s a figure of speech. I just need to get out. Go for a walk to clear my head.”

“ I see. Enjoy your outing. ”

“Thanks.”

Olivia dressed quickly, her clothes smelling fresh as the day she bought them, thanks to the sonic cleansing system. She stepped out into the sunlight and took a deep breath, taking in the many new layers now detectable in the air, then began walking with no real direction in mind.

She’d strolled around for nearly an hour, enjoying the sights while ignoring the stares of the men all around. She had just walked past a low building when a shift in the breeze hit her senses like a lover’s caress.

I know that smell , she realized, the tingle in her belly flaring hard as Arkness’s impressive form drew closer, the lesser men nodding their respectful greetings as he passed.

She watched the man walk, his movements like those of a big cat, fluid and powerful, his musculature gliding effortlessly within his clothing, the sway of his bulge hinting at what was hiding below the waistband. He seemed lost in thought, but then his attention abruptly shifted, as if pulled by an invisible cord. He locked eyes with the human woman from afar, his stride faltering.

Olivia flashed a little grin, the heat in her belly pleasantly churning, slowly spreading lower, her clit swelling slightly of its own accord. She noted the way his manhood twitched within his trousers as if in response even from a distance.

“Hello, Olivia,” he said as he approached, inhaling deeply, an unexpected look of slight confusion in his eyes.

“Good to see you, Arkness,” she replied, his scent wafting over her like a warm embrace.

“I am glad to find you are well.”

Her grin spread at the memory of her body’s new responsiveness. “Quite well,” she said with a sly grin, her expression only adding to the poor man’s confusion.

“Um, did things go well with the Skrizzit?”

“Oh, that they did. He worked fast, and everything is healing up nicely. Very nicely,” she added, shifting her legs against each other, applying the most wonderful pressure to her tingling lady bits.

Arkness actually seemed flustered as his cock stirred yet again. He casually sniffed the air. Again, the dormant beast hanging against his thigh roused.

“About that meal we discussed. Perhaps lunch?”

“I’d love it.”

“Then I will come by your quarters this afternoon. I know a delightful spot I would like to take you.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Arkness gave a little bow of his head then continued on his way, shifting his gait to adjust his swelling member as he walked. Olivia watched a moment, admiring his perfect ass, then headed off on her way, wandering the city with a delightful rendezvous now on her plate.

Arkness walked faster as his erection faded, the lingering smell of the human woman still clinging to his nose but not quite so distracting as when he was standing before her.

This is not normal, he told himself, shaking off the strange feelings rumbling in his body. I need to talk to the Skrizzit .

He shifted his course, a destination in mind and purpose in his stride. In just a short walk he reached his destination, taking the lift disc up without hesitation. He sounded the visitor notification on the man’s door, followed by a series of knocks with his meaty fist.

“Yes? What is it?” a familiar voice asked as the door opened. “Ah, Arkness. Nice to see you. But we do not have business today if I am not mistaken.”

“You are not. But I just wished to come by and inquire how the process went with the newcomer I brought in.”

“The woman you and Rykker found together, you mean?”

Arkness’s jaw flexed at the man’s name. “Yes, Olivia. Did everything go smoothly? I know she is not from the Dotharian realms. Were there any complications in applying her runes?”

“No, nothing like that, though it was quite interesting applying them to a person already possessing such colorful and ornate designs of her own.”

“Her own? She was already wearing runes?”

“Oh, no. Nothing like that. It seems on her world they perform a different sort of marking ritual. One that serves no purpose beyond a decorative one. Several of them were located where the Dotharian runes are required to be placed, but I managed to work them into her existing designs quite well, I think.”

She already had markings? And now pigment has been incorporated? Could that have caused what I felt in her presence?

“How unusual,” he said, hiding his confusion. “And what of her Infala? Any problems there?”

Nijello shook his head with a little grin on his lips. “None, I am pleased to report. It was placed without incident, small and precise. Of course, it will grow one day. Or, at least that is the hope, should she find her Infala mate.”

“Yes, it is something we all hope for.”

“Indeed.”

“I wonder, did she smell different to you?” Arkness asked casually.

“In what way?” the man replied, a curious look on his face.

“I’m not sure. It’s probably nothing.”

“It is true that alien races do often possess scents we are unaccustomed to, my friend, but I did not notice anything. I would not be too concerned about it.”

“Of course. Forgive me for even bringing it up.”

Arkness stepped back with a little bow.

“There is nothing wrong with well-intended curiosity. Is there anything else I can help you with?” the Skrizzit asked.

“No, that is all. I just happened to be in the area and wished to check in on our guest’s progress. Thank you, Nijello.”

“It is my pleasure,” he replied, the door closing as he turned and strode back into his chambers.

Arkness made his way back down to ground-level and stepped out into the warmth of the sun’s rays. Something odd was churning in his gut. Something unusual and unfamiliar. Something triggered by this woman. This human woman. He realized what it was. He wanted her.

I am of age. I am superior to the others, destined to be a companion for the next of our women to travel beyond our city. I have trained my whole life to be a perfect mate. Why should I have to wait to visit a strange land to fulfill that destiny?

He walked a little taller, head held high, chest puffed out with a renewed surge of confidence and bravado.

Yes, this is my right. My duty, even if Rykker was also present when I found her. But this woman has stirred something within me, and I will do what I must to make her my own.

His cock swelled without warning, as if giving him permission, even encouragement, in his newly decided quest. Arkness felt his length growing harder by the second, reinforcing what his gut had already decided. But this was distracting. Uncomfortable. Uncomfortable, and likely to draw attention if he continued to walk around at full-mast.

He shifted course, making a direct line for a public restroom facility. They were all over the area, small and blended with the city’s architecture, designed to be quickly accessible so no one ever even considered relieving themselves in public.

Arkness had something else in mind.

He entered quickly, sealing the door behind him and activating the lock system. He then leaned over the toilet area, one hand against the wall, the other pulling his rigid cock free in a single motion, the rippling bands running from base to tip of his alien manhood fully engorged and pulsing in a steady wave. He squeezed and felt tingles of pleasure shoot through his body.

“Nnngh,” he groaned in the soundproof compartment as he began stroking his length faster and faster, his pre-cum acting as an impromptu lube as he quickly jerked himself closer to completion.

It was crazy, how fast he had become aroused. Maybe as a boy he might have reacted like this, lacking control over his own body, but this? What could?—

The last lingering remnants of Olivia’s intoxicating scent registered with his brain, his cock swelling even more as his balls pulled close to his body.

“Ohhhh!” he growled, a hot geyser of cum blasting out of him, hitting the wall hard in spurt after spurt until his balls were finally drained.

Arkness stepped back, breathing hard, and tucked his softening cock away in his trousers, mission accomplished. He could now walk the streets without a massive erection leading the way like a blind man’s cane.

He glanced at the huge load of jism sliding down the wall. It was a lot. Far more than usual, that was for certain. Whatever was going on with his body and the newcomer, he was looking forward to exploring what more might come of things. He opened the door and stepped out, knowing the auto-clean would sterilize the restroom top to bottom, no judgment, just a simple utility unit without criticism or comment.

With a slight spring in his step and the unfamiliar sensation of possessive need in his gut, Arkness walked off, a lingering warmth in his balls, and the newfound glow of hope in his heart.