Chapter 4

Chapter

Four

BEHTU

A s soon as I see her, heat courses through my veins, a relentless surge that cannot be contained. The white light that bathes my fated mate's perfect face comes from the glow of my sivot's eyes. She is clad in the robing of a Gehrt slave, and everything within me fractures in primal recognition. My sivot erupts forth, a violent awakening that marks the end of who I am and the beginning of something ferocious and inexorable.

The air around me tightens, electric with the force of my transformation. My skin ripples, muscles bulging and expanding beyond the confines of my humanoid form. The power is immense, intoxicating. With each heartbeat, my stature grows, towering now where I once merely stood. My back arches involuntarily, sinews stretching as wild hair sprouts along the ridge of my spine, cascading down my arms in a tempest of untamed strength.

My hands morph, fingers elongating into lethal black claws that can shred metalloid as easily as flesh. My mouth contorts, jaw aching as it widens, teeth sharpening into deadly fangs designed to tear and rend. The white glow of my eyes intensifies, cutting through the dimness like twin stars, fierce and unyielding.

I cease being Behtu and become my sivot, the feral beast with the singular purpose of protecting what is mine. The design of my corium grows, becoming a solid sheet that encases my sivot's arm from shoulder to wrist. With a single thought, my sivot can deploy it into an impenetrable shield ready to defend against any threat. My newfound size is a testament to the lineage I once forsook, a noble birthright now manifest in monstrous form.

This is not just a display of might; it is a promise—a vow made in the language of flesh and fury. Jules, with her curious verdant gaze and steadfast heart, has unknowingly called forth the depths of my being. And my sivot will tear apart Vont 4 to safeguard her.

The cage is now a trifling barrier, its metalloid groaning under the wrath of my sivot. Fingernails, now morphed into blackened scythes of destruction, make short work of the barred door, tearing it from its hinges with a resounding crash that echoes through the dungeon along with a feral roar that rattles the stone walls.

"Behtu!" Her voice is a beacon, piercing the veil of my primal rage.

My sivot surges forward with protective instincts honed to a razor's edge. The guards move to intercept, their weapons drawn, but they might as well be younglings brandishing sticks against a supernova.

With brutal efficiency, my sivot dispatches the first guard, claws sinking into his armored chest with a wet crunch. His scream is choked off as quickly as it starts, my sivot's hand withdrawing only to silence the other with a swipe that easily cleaves through his collarbone. Their bodies slump to the ground, lifeless husks discarded without a second thought.

The alien who accompanies her recoils at the sight of his fallen comrades. He fumbles for a weapon, but his movements are sluggish, hampered by disbelief and dread. My sivot is upon him before he can level his blaster, jaws clamping around his thick neck, tasting the copper tang of his foul blood. With a savage twist, the connection between head and spine severs, and his body crumples at my sivot's feet.

My sivot's breath comes in harsh pants, misting in the cold air of the dungeon. The scent of blood, sharp and iron-rich, fills the air, but it is Jules' scent that reigns supreme—sweet and alive, mingling with the faintest hint of fear and determination.

She is intoxicating.

"Behtu," she calls again, her voice steadier now, laced with an undeniable thread of trust. "We need to go! I know how to get back to your ship."

Her command breaks through the haze of my savagery, and my sivot fixes glowing eyes upon her. She does not cower. She does not flee. Instead, she reaches out a trembling hand to clasp the sivot's clawed one, daring to touch the beast that has slain for her sake.

"Climb on," my sivot gently commands and takes a knee.

With a grace that belies the tension in her muscles, Jules climbs onto the sivot's back, her thighs gripping my sivot's sides, her hands entwining in the coarse mane that cascades down my sivot's shoulders.

Her touch is a paradox, gentle yet commanding, fearful yet filled with resolve. It sparks a primal need to protect, to claim , as her body melds into my beastly form. Her trust is a weightless treasure, heavy with meaning, and it fuels my sivot's desire to conquer any obstacle for her sake. With the metallic tang of blood still fresh on my tongue, we turn to face the labyrinthine corridors.

"Left here," Jules directs, her voice a whisper against the deep rumble of my growl. My sivot lunges forward, powerful limbs propelling us through the dimly lit corridors.

My mate directs us at every turn as the sound of our pursuers fades into the distance, but we do not slow. The danger is far from over.

"Up the stairs!" Jules urges, pointing to the spiraling steps I barely recall being dragged down.

We ascend, the steps seeming to stretch into infinity. The air grows hotter, but it's nothing compared to the heat between us. Jules' breath hitches with every leap, her body pressing ever closer. The sensation is maddening, a distraction that cannot be afforded, yet it binds her to us with cords stronger than steel.

"Almost there, Behtu," Jules says, her voice laced with urgency. "Just a bit farther."

My sivot snarls in response.

"Out that door," Jules points over my sivot's shoulder as we reach the top of the staircase.

The city explodes into view as we erupt through a side door of the palace. We're immediately surrounded by Stryt warriors. My sivot surges with power, snapping the corium shield sheathing my arm into place with a resonant clang, a dark mirror reflecting the pandemonium of our escape.

"Go left, Behtu!" Jules' command slices through the chaos, her voice a lifeline in the frenzy. We veer sharply, my claws slicing through Stryt warriors stupid enough to block my path. The other warriors scatter their scaly forms no match for my onslaught.

A pair of guards raise their weapons, but they're slow, too slow. With a primal roar, my sivot barrels into them, shield knocking one away as claws find the throat of the other. Blood sprays, hot and metallic, and my beast roars in grim satisfaction.

"Keep moving!" Jules shouts, hands gripping my sivot's fur. Her trust fuels me, her touch marks me—she is mine , and we are hers.

We thunder down the maze of narrow streets, Jules pointing the way as my sivot makes a path with claws and shield.

"There," Jules points ahead to where a hover conveyance awaits idle. "That's what Jurt used to drive us here."

Her resourcefulness ignites a surge of pride within me. If it wasn't for her guidance and cunning, I would not have remembered the way through the city's maze. It has been a while since my last visit. My sivot might be the muscle, but she is the one that will see us to safety.

"Quick, get in!" Jules directs, already scrambling off my back with the grace and agility that define her. She's a warrior in her own right, and both my sivot and I swell with emotion as fierce as the battle that was just fought.

The hover conveyance is boxy and unsophisticated. My sivot reaches for the door, claws tearing through the metalloid. My sivot has little patience and rips off the door to assess the interior of the small craft. A snarl rumbles up my sivot's throat, the fit will be tight.

"Come on, Behtu, you can do this," Jules urges, her voice a beacon of encouragement amid the chaos. Her hand pats the side of the craft as if coaxing a wild creature. "I need you. I don't know how to drive this thing."

My sivot crouches low, black claws scraping against the metallic surface. With a heave of my beastly frame, shoulders bunch, and hindquarters press against the confines of the cabin. The craft groans in protest, its boxy design never intended to accommodate the likes of a sivot.

"Maybe try putting one leg in first?" Jules suggests, biting back a laugh. "And watch the claws!"

Her amusement stokes a growl of frustration, but my sivot heeds her advice, tucking in one limb and then another. It's like threading a needle with sinew and scale, a ludicrous dance between predator and machine.

"Bliking dund," my sivot grunts, finally nestled within the cockpit, my body encased like a blade in a tight sheath. "Well met, tiny vessel."

Jules slides into the opposite seat with ease, her delicate form a stark contrast to my hulking presence. "Okay, let's get the fuck out of here. Right on the next street. Then hang that next left."

My sivot follows Jules' directions until we reach the docks where my Lizordian freighter awaits, its metallic hull gleaming under the stark glow of the artificial lights. The air crackles with tension as we exit the conveyance. My sivot shielding Jules from the warriors poised for attack.

With a ferocious roar, the clash is sudden and fierce as the Stryt warriors launch themselves with savage determination. Each movement is a dance of deadly precision as my sivot meets their onslaught head-on, my beast's massive form a whirlwind of lethal grace as we carve a path through the sea of adversaries.

Energy weapons discharge in brilliant bursts of light, illuminating the battleground in stark flashes. Corium shield deployed deflects the shots as we fight our way toward the waiting craft, leaving behind a trail of fallen foes in our wake.

My sivot pivots and scoops Jules up in massive arms, racing up the ramp to slap the controls to close the hatch.

"Strap in," my sivot commands as Jules is placed in a seat. "There's a tellic chip already in the chamber."

"Ok. Whatever that means," Jules mumbles and buckles in.

My sivot engages the shields to break the tow beam as the engines roar to life. We ascend with blistering speed, the cityscape blurring into a tapestry of light and shadow. Pursuers launch in our wake, their crafts like insectoids swarming after us. But they will be no match for the speed of my Lizordian freighter.

We burst free from the atmosphere, the cold vacuum of space engulfing us. Stars glitter like the Dythum crystals I stole from the General's treasure room strewn across black sillius, the endless expanse promising safety for my mate.

"Brace for a hyper-jump," my sivot tells her.

With a surge of energy that mirrors the storm of desire raging in my sivot's blood, my sivot charts a course and engages the truliian converter. Space bends around us, a kaleidoscope of color and light as we catapult away from Vont 4, leaving our enemies to choke on the dust of our escape.

We slow just inside the Delnorian solar system.

"When you said hyper-jump, I wasn't at all prepared," Jules comments in a shaky voice.

"We are free of my enemies."

The ship hums with a quiet thrum, the only sound in the vast silence of space. My sivot hovers over the navigation console, claws clicking against the holographic controls as we scan and locate a suitable moon to cloak us in its shadow. My sivot puts us in orbit around it and engages the auto-pilot.

"Orbit engaged," my sivot announces, muscles contracting under the dense fur that lines my once-humanoid form. The ship obeys, slipping into the gentle pull of the moon's gravity. Outside the viewport, the barren landscape drifts into view, a desolate haven away from prying eyes.

"We are safe here." My sivot snorts out a harsh breath, turning to Jules, the raw need surging within my beast like a tempest.

Jules' lusty gaze is an unspoken challenge that flickers within their depths. She knows the beast I have become, and yet she does not falter.

"Behtu," she whispers, and it is both a plea and a provocation.

In a blur of motion, my sivot is upon her. Claws find the fabric of her robbing and the clothes she wears beneath. With decisive movements, the material shreds to pieces, baring her flesh to my sivot's hungry stare. Her breath catches, but her gaze never wavers.

"Yours," she gasps as the remnants of her clothes fall away, leaving her exposed and magnificent in the soft light of the command deck.

"Mine," my sivot snarls, a deep rumble that vibrates through the confines of our sanctuary. The feral half of me revels in her surrender, in the knowledge that she accepts the beast as part of who I am.

The air crackles with energy, charged with the intensity of our connection. Here, in the orbit of a desolate moon, surrounded by the endless expanse of space, my sivot is free to explore every inch of my fated mate.

My sivot gathers her in strong arms and carries her across the deck to press her back against the wall. Her softness yields to my beastly form.

Jules' soft moan is raw fuel to the inferno raging within my sivot.

"Jules," my sivot rasps back, voice edged with the beast's hunger. With little effort, Jules is lifted, legs spread wide and draped over the sinewy power of my sivot's forearms. Her fingers dig into my sivot's tough hide shoulders, nails skimming the wild hair that adorns my sivot body, sending jolts of desire straight to my sivot's aching erection.

My sivot positions at her slick entrance, and with a surge of hips, sink deep into her tight sheath. "Mine," my sivot declares.

A strangled cry escapes her lips, mingling with my beast's triumphant roar that echoes in the confined space. The weft at the base of my sivot's cock erects and vibrates against clit. The organ is solely for her pleasure, and her body responds instantly, clenching around my sivot's shaft in exquisite harmony.

Buried deep within her welcoming cunt, Jules arches her back in complete surrender as my beast thrusts into her silken sheath.

JULES

With my back pressed against the cool metal wall of the command deck, my lungs heave with anticipation. Behtu's sivot is a towering beast of muscle and sinew, his glossy blue skin now swirls in liquid waves. His powerful forearms hold me aloft where my thighs are spread wide and draped across as if I weigh nothing. My back arches, loving the feel of the beast's demanding cock pushing at my nether lips.

"Mine," the sivot growls, and even in this monstrous form, Behtu's voice is deep and achingly familiar. His eyes, glowing a bright white, lock onto mine, sending a shiver of excitement down my spine.

The air between us crackles, and I know it's wrong to crave a beast's cock. Taboo even, expect we aren't on Earth and there's no one here to judge me. And I want it, I want to feel the ache of being overfilled to the brink of pain.

The heat of his cock presses harder, and then he's inside, penetrating me in a single, powerful thrust. Stars burst behind my closed lids. The sensation is overwhelming—his size, the fullness, the relentless pressure against all the places that make my body sing.

Then the fingerlike projections at the base of his cock come to life against my clit, humming and vibrating with an intensity that curls my toes up hard. Each vibration sends jolts of pleasure radiating through me, a crescendo of need that builds with every undulation. I can't help but rock against him, seeking more of that sweet friction.

The command deck fades away, the Universe narrows down to just Behtu's sivot and me, and the carnal dance we're locked in. His hips thrust, driving his cock deeper, and I'm lost in the rapture of it, the delicious stretch and fill. Every nerve ending feels electrified, my inner walls clenching around him as if they have a will of their own.

I gasp and moan as another wave of pleasure washes over me. His rhythm is relentless, each thrust purposeful, designed to take us both to the brink and beyond.

The cold wall against my back contrasts with the heat of our bodies, the slickness of sweat that coats our skin. He moves within me, and with every stroke, I'm coming undone, teetering on the edge of something monumental. There's no space for thought, only feeling the raw, dark hunger I've come to crave.

At this moment, there's no Star Maverick, no rogue of the stars—just Behtu, in all his monstrous glory, laying claim to my pussy as if his life depends on it. And perhaps, in a way, it does. Because in this crazy, mixed-up galaxy, among alien cultures and advanced technology, it's this feral, animalistic rutting that feels like the truest reality.

"More," I plead, nails digging into the tough flesh of his shoulders. He obliges, his thrusts becoming more fervent, pushing me closer to oblivion. The wall of the command deck bears silent witness to our union, a stark reminder of where we are, an oasis of lust surrounded by the cold machinery of space.

With every deep penetration of his thick shaft, I'm spiraling. The pleasure is a living thing between us, binding us tighter together, a force as formidable as any I've ever known. It's dark and intense, a maelstrom of sensation that threatens to consume me whole. And I welcome it, I welcome him with every fiber of my being.

With a roar, he plunges in deep. Impaled on his monstrous dick, I sense the unmistakable swelling of his knot pressing against the elusive tissue of my G-spot.

Electric ecstasy sparks through me, igniting every nerve ending as I'm consumed by a crescendo of pleasure. The vibrating projections at the base of his cock engulfs and hums my throbbing clit, an unrelenting melody that drives me over the edge. My body convulses around him, clutching and releasing in rapturous spasms. Each orgasm is a starburst, bright spots dancing behind closed eyelids, a cosmic display just for me.

My insides clench, each contraction milking the sivot's rigid shaft, greedy for the intensity only he can provide. His growls reverberate through the command deck, a primal soundtrack to our carnal ballet.

And then, as if sensing my need for something beyond this wild coupling, his beastly form shudders against me. The shift begins, a ripple of energy cascading over sinew and bone. The power of the sivot recedes, ushering in the familiar contours of his Kaul form.

Liquid, blue skin fades to a glossy hue. The solid shield sheathing his arm transforms to the matte design, a testimony to his otherworldly lineage. Eyes that once glowed with an intense white light now simmer a glacial blue with a depth of emotion that tugs at my core. And then it's Behtu fucking me, just Behtu, in all his rugged glory.

The transformation is complete. His hands, once monstrous claws, are now those of the male I recognize, an anchor amid the tempest of sensation. He pulls back, watching me with those piercing eyes, and thrusts forward slowly, deliberately. The change in form doesn't diminish the connection, it deepens it, intertwining a sinuous web of lust pulsating between us.

His lips crash over mine in a fiery kiss as he thrusts deeper inside me. The taste of him is intoxicating, a feral mix of spice and danger. His kiss is possessive yet tender, a silent promise of everything we could be together.

"We need a bed for what I have in mind," Behtu rasps across my lips. I wrap my legs around his tight waist, his cock nestled inside me as he carries me from the command deck and down the narrow corridor to the back of the ship.

Inside Behtu's quarters, he gently lays me on the bed. Reverent lips find mine in a gentle, worshipping kiss that melts my bones and leaves me shaking. Behtu withdraws his hips then glides back into me with a deliberate rhythm that speaks of lovemaking rather than the raw passion we've shared up until now.

The room suddenly spins, disorienting me in the best way, before I find myself flipped onto my belly. Strong hands grasp my hips, guiding me onto all fours as he enters me from behind.

I moan, fingers digging into the bed covers, my mind awash with the sensation of being filled, worshipped. The sensation of Behtu inside me is a slow burn, a deliberate claiming that sets every nerve ending on fire. His cock glides into me inch by agonizing inch, and I can't help but arch like a rabid slut, craving the fullness he offers. The heat of his body radiates against mine, and I savor the deep, stretching pleasure as he fills me completely.

A low growl rumbles through the room. Behtu's hands grip my hips harder with a possessive strength, anchoring me to the present moment where nothing exists but me and him. He pulls back only to surge forward again, and it's like being struck by lightning, over and over again. Every thrust is an erotic dance that sends me spiraling.

Hunger and primal desire coil tight, the relentless pounding of Behtu's hips against my backside a testament to the untamed passion we share. The bed creaks under the force of our coupling, but it's the subtle buzzing at the edge of my consciousness that draws a strangled moan from my lips—the vibrating fingerlike projections at the base of his cock teasing the sensitive ring of my anus.

I gasp as he adjusts the angle, the vibrations intensifying, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my entire body. It's a sensation so new, so exquisitely forbidden, it tips me over into a realm of sensation I've never known. Each hum of the weft feels like a secret being whispered against my skin, a decadent indulgence that I can't help but crave more of.

His pace turns frantic, unrelenting. The room reverberates with wet slapping of our bodies colliding. My hands fist the sheets, arching into him, I meet his every thrust with a hunger that seems insatiable. His hands move from my hips to my shoulders, holding me steady as he ruts me from behind, deeper, harder, pushing us both toward the edge of oblivion.

The depth of his strokes never falters, each one driving me closer to release, to that explosive climax that hovers just within reach. The relentless rhythm of his body against mine builds higher, tighter until I'm teetering on the brink, ready to fall into the abyss of pleasure that awaits.

My breath hitches, broken by the sharp intake of air as a wave of bliss crashes over me. My vision blurs, spots of color dancing behind my closed eyelids as my body convulses around him. Behtu's thrusts become erratic, spurred on by my reaction.

"Look at you... taking all I give," Behtu grunts, his grip on my hips a silent claim that resonates to my core.

"Only for you," I manage to breathe out, my voice a mere whisper lost in the cacophony of our bodies slamming together. And then, with one final thrust that drives deeper than all the rest, I shatter again. The orgasm rips through me, a supernova bursting to life within the confines of my flesh. A keening wail escapes me, raw and unfiltered, as I toss back my head and arch my back, surrendering completely to the inferno that only Behtu can ignite.

Behtu is right there with me, releasing a triumph howl of conquest. The heat of his climax floods me, the hot rush of his spill branding me as his in the most intimate of ways.

Panting and spent, I collapse beneath him as he continues to thrust into me, each after-shock of pleasure wringing another cry from my lips until I'm left boneless and trembling. As the last ripples of pleasure ebb away, I'm acutely aware of the power this space pirate holds over me, not just in body, but in the deepest recesses of my soul.

The clattering sound might as well be an explosion. Originating from the command deck, it pierces the sanctity of Behtu's quarters. We freeze, still joined as the reality of our surroundings crashes in.

"Oh shit!" I curse, my heart racing for a different reason. "I forgot about the alien I shoved into the compartment."