“Um, did things go well with the Skrizzit?”
“Oh, that they did. He worked fast, and everything is healing up nicely.Verynicely,” she added, shifting her legs against eachother, 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 fasteras 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 smelldifferentto 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.
