He pulled a string from his pants and wrapped it around the stone then tied another to it to make a necklace. When he was done he pressed the stone into her hands and stood up. “We should leave.”
Yahiro pulled the necklace on over her head. “Are we in danger?”
“We’re always in danger.”
She deadpanned.I wish I had a godsdamned gun.
“My brothers are nearly upon us.” He picked her up.
“Is that a bad thing?”Yes, Yahiro, more aliens are always a bad thing.
***
QUIST
He flew her as far as he could in the dead of night, following the stream inland, knowing it wouldn’t be far enough. There was not enough stored light within him to keep them airborne for long.
The human was strange.
Some of the things she did and said were unlike anything he had been privy to in his millennia of travels. But as he watched her, he began to understand that each thing she did had a purpose. It was a different purpose than his own, but still something he understood. He ran his fingers through her hair and brushed out some of the sticks and leaves that had gotten caught within the strands during their mating.
She had fallen asleep in his arms and when her body relaxed against him, he found a place for them to nestle down for the night.
Her small body fit perfectly on his lap, curled up and receptive, and he didn’t know how he felt about it. His member engorged and hardened every time he touched her, but she was so different from his kind and the other valos he didn’t know how to proceed.
Strange feelings and needs coursed through him. Vengeance and matehood mixed in one. Blindsided by the later right as the former felt out of his grasp.
He had watched the heartstone fade as the night had into dawn. Gone then but now returned. He told Yahiro the truth but he hadn’t mentioned that while she still slept, he’d torn the foliage apart looking for it. Now it sat like a beautiful, warm pendant between her breasts.
He drifted his finger over one of her covered nipples until it peaked. The things her body did were strange and yet enrapturing. He played with the other until it was as equally stiff. She moaned sleepily, shifting over his again erect member and he moved his fingers to the stone. The moment he touched it, he felthome.
He was right there, right there!Quist squeezed his human closer to him.And I lost him.
But now Sundamar stood, staring at him, drenched on the other side of the brook. His eyes fierce and haunted, resembling the worst part about him. He was created in the image of the single most reviled being in Quist’s life. Sundamar’s eyes daggered at the trembling human he held.
The connection he had with the girl was just as startling as Sundamar’s rabid features. The covetous uncertainty. The confused lust. The helpless want.
And that connection. The same one mirrored on his own face.
Quist’s wings stiffened and his hand poised to grab his whip.
“Hello, brother.”
