Chapter 6

CHAPTER

SIX

ARKAN

I have secured my female prize. She clings to my back now like the young of the Ekrens on my home planet, although I doubt she'd rub my horns so well should she know how fully the action is arousing me.

I have likewise secured the loud white beast, which she seemed to insist on.

She continues to yammer away from her perch on my back, and between her soft hands holding onto the erogenous zones of my horns and the heat of her cunt pressing against my skin, I'm viciously aroused.

Even with the damned beast biting at my nipple.

Even with the knowledge that we need to take over command of the ship as fast as we can before the Kryger mercs hit us with another round of poison. We have one chance to get out of this alive before they decide we're not worth the hassle of taking to the black market.

Get to the command bridge.

The phrase repeats over and over in my head as my feet slap against the floor of the Kryger ship.

An alarm begins to trill, so high-pitched that it renders even the ferocious beast under my arm silent in surprise.

As for the delicious female straddling me, her hands stroking my horns to the point of distraction, she continues to burble in her strange language, all while I run us as fast as I can towards the bridge.

I wanted to take them unawares. It would be easier if they didn't know I was coming.

Now all I have on my side are speed and my natural strength.

I have to hope it will be enough.

With the small female straddling my back, her cunt hot against my skin, her soft hands curled around my horns, though, I think maybe that's all the hope I can fucking stand right now.

The mere thought of being able to enjoy the female in freedom spurs me on.

I pick up the pace, racing through the corridors to the Kryger command bridge.

The creature in my arms lets out another ear-splitting shriek before biting my nipple again.

I suppose he's not a fan of being carried around, and the pain of his strange beak on my nipple at least takes away from the female's distracting scent and pleasurable feel against my back.

The Kryger ship walls fly by, the female burrowing her face into my neck, her breath hot against my skin.

Hot and tantalizing.

I grit my teeth, my cock harder than it's ever been.

It leads the way, shamefully swinging in front of me, my lensla already forming, aching as blood flow increases in it, ready to give the little female as much pleasure as her fragile body can handle.

A Kryger darts in front of me, holding the poison gun I've become all too accustomed to over the course of the last few months in their ship.

A grin kicks up the corners of my mouth.

They were foolish enough to give me the antidote.

Even if he were to hit me with it again, I doubt it would do much with the antidote still burning through my body.

I speed up, the female gripping my back like a vise, and even as I launch a kick at the Kryger's face, my cock twinges with need to know what she'd feel like around it.

The merc's jaw crunches satisfyingly under the force of my foot. The body crumples to the floor, and I jump over it as the female gasps in my ear.

In admiration, no doubt.

Oh yes. I will feel her clench around me soon.

I know it.

The manic grin doesn't leave my face as I launch myself into the bridge, a trio of Kryger manning the ship's stations.

They look up at once as I burst through the door.

The white beast under my arm honks loudly at the sight of them, surprising me enough that my grip loosens on the damned thing.

White wings fill my field of vision, and the room erupts into chaos.

The beast makes the most absurd battle cry I've ever heard, launching itself in a white fury at the closest Kryger. I stare in disbelief for a split second as the winged being latches itself onto the Kryger's nose.

The shot from the poison gun goes wide, the bolt thunking into the ceiling as the Kryger loses his balance, falling backward. His sparsely furred head smashes into the corner of the console, and the other two Kryger and I stare at his limp body for a beat as the white beast of terror lets out a might squawk of victory.

The animal turns to the remaining two Kryger, then takes flight, launching itself at the closest one.

I curl my tail tighter around the female clutching my horns and follow the white beast's admirable lead, throwing myself at the remaining Kryger with a roar.

The poison gun snaps in two in my hands, the Kryger follows suit soon after. The last Kryger manages to trip over his own feet, his poison gun blasting him in his chest. He wilts to the ground, and the white creature continues to shriek in his ear, tugging at it with his mighty beak.

Soon, it is only me, the female, and the white beast of nightmares conscious in the bridge.

I shrug, cracking my neck.

Fights are like that. Dirty, fast, and full of pain I will not feel until the bloodlust has burnt through me.

I adjust my tail's grip on the female, pulling her around so she's in front of me.

My gaze heats as I stare at her lovely form. Round, lush breasts, thick hips ripe for breeding, a soft stomach and strong, muscled legs. I want to bury myself in her curves and only come up for air when we're both sated.

"I would fuck you now," I tell her sadly. "But we must get clear of Kryger space."

She blinks at me with thick eyelashes, tilting her head as I set her down on the now unoccupied chair. A stream of chatter erupts from her mouth, and I'm sure she's angry that I am not already balls deep in her, as is the way of the Zerinian females once their blood heats from a fight.

"Later, pretty one," I murmur. The bodies must be disposed of first.

The lovely female watches me with wide eyes as I toss the Kryger from the command bridge, then seal the door behind them.

"Everything we need for our journey is in this room," I tell her. "The Kryger build their ships like the scum they are. The holding cells and rest of the ship can be scuttled in case of emergency. They are not above abandoning their own teams to protect themselves."

She blinks, no understanding dawning on her face.

I shrug a shoulder as she wraps an arm around her breasts, pushing them up. I groan at the soft globes of them under her arm. The female is determined to be fucked well, that much is clear. They wobble as she takes a heaving breath.

It takes me five seconds to flip the switch that will separate the command module from the rest of the Kryger ship.

I planned on finding the stash of translators I know the Kryger keep on board and sending a signal to the rest of my team, but there's no time now. We need to detach the command module and get as far away from it as we can.

"Fine, female, have it your way," I tell her, crossing to where she sits. Her plump breasts spill from where her arms squash them against her chest.

I sink in front of her, parting her legs with a growl.

She shivers, her eyes wide, her soft lips parted in surprise.

I inhale deeply. This female smells like all my wet dreams come true. A delicious musk, the salt of her sweat, the undeniable scent of her fuckable cunt filling the air.

I don't need a translator to know she wants me.

I run my fingers along her thighs, and she trembles.

"So responsive," I murmur, wondering if all females of her species are like this. Soft, supple, and ready to be mated.

I watch her petite face as she stares at me, and only then do I notice she's shaking.

Not for pleasure.

With fear.

Her scent's changed too, and I utter a curse as I pull away from her, my cock and balls aching with unrequited need.

"Little hope, I do not understand," I tell her, shame washing through me. I may not be as beholden to the traditional honor system as the rest of the Zerinians, but I would never take an unwilling female.

Fine.

I will wait until she is truly ready for me.

In the meantime, I will steer our newly taken ship away from the rest of the mercs' stranded prison cells.

And I will find a translator for her.

I glance over one shoulder at where she's still shivering on the chair, her arms tucked in tight around her legs and body.

I will have to make some clothes for her in the Kryger's simgenerator.