Chapter Ten
GALAN
The violence with which he killed the monsters had grown, the gun no longer satisfying him, and he had moved to gripping their hides and flying them into the sky, only to release them and allow their deadweight to kill them. The temple had become a charnel yard before the night’s end. The ground had soaked through with thick, black blood. He was covered in it.
Galan hefted the bag and flew above the treetops, heading back toward the City of Dawn, where it had yet to move since he and Sundamar left. His heart pulled him back to it, his connection to Yahiro and his brothers pressing him forward.
He had wasted so much time. But he had something of hers to give and something that even his brothers never could at this point. He hoped his gift would make up for his absence. Because he knew the bond was growing stronger, deeper, and harder to deny. It was bad in the beginning, but now it consumed his thoughts. It abraded his skin and plucked his feathers; it was so much worse than taking several bullets to the flesh.
Visions of her had increased throughout the night, distracting him from the ak’rena and putting him at risk. She had been wary, tired, and uncertain. Galan straightened his wings and swooped down, letting the tips of the trees streak over his legs before pressing back upward.
His fists strained outward, reaching, grabbing for something that wasn’t there until he dropped one to take hold of his troublesome dick, rubbing himself as he pressed forward toward the city that rose high and steady before him.
There’s a beast inside me.He yanked himself until his seed filled his trousers and did it again, unperturbed by the mess he was making. The ak’rena hadn’t been enough to sate the hunger in his bones. It had only been a reprieve, and until he saw Yahiro naked and bare, standing between his brothers, giving them a prize he’d now killed to have.
I should’ve never stayed to help the humans.The bag on his back was heavy. The sunlight spreading over his skin did little to appease his appetite. He hungered and the image of Yahiro, who had taken both his brothers, left a gnawing emptiness inside of him. Her legs spread wide, held open by Quist, showing Sundamar what he had desperately wanted to see, to know. Galan had watched as the third dipped his finger in and out of her sex, and he knew, instantly, that his member belonged there.She was made to fit us.Lusheenn knew. Even if his Creator had never created a female to complete their puzzled species.
She had the same anatomy, the same as a valos female.He had been told by the other races, who had them, of a tight hole between their legs that completed them, that the females weren’t born with a rod but with its counterpart.And so had this new valos female from the stars.
His feet landed on the gilded steps of Dawn with enough power to drop him down into a crouch.
Galan released the bag in front of him. With a final squeeze of his member, he tore it open to look at its contents.What’s hers is mine. His ears twitched, but his brothers hadn’t begun to ascend the steps to the city. The thread that connected them, now pulsating with its connection to Yahiro, grew increasingly stronger.
The contents spilled forth, bearing items he had never seen before. He rummaged through them and a glorious smell filled his nose. Her smell. He gave his cock another quick yank in frustration before letting it go.
Gadgets. Technology. Machines. The words all appeared behind his eyes as he looked through her things and occasionally lifted some of it to his nose. She had strange materials that meant nothing to him. He picked out a crystal animal that resembled some of Sonhadra’s beasts and examined it.
Unicorn. The name fluttered like a wisp before it was gone. It created a cascade of rainbows not unlike the ceiling stone in the throne room. He placed it gently back among her belongings, his fingers faltering over an image.
Galan lifted it to the light, his gaze focusing on Yahiro, surrounded by several females and a male of her race.She looks grim.But the rest of the beings were happy.
He studied it for a while, unsure why it unnerved him. The three other beings resembled his Yahiro, the females almost exact replicas, except the younger looking one beamed with excitement; the older, who didn’t have the same curved eyes as Yahiro’s, looked smug. The male was stoic.Yahiro... she’s miserable.
He picked up another image. This one was of her in a blue and black uniform, happy. Words flitted across his mind. Police. Cop. Lawman. Soldier. Warrior. She wore a warrior’s uniform.She’s not pale here.
The next several were innocuous, all of Yahiro and other humans of her kind. The same beings showed up time and time again. Galan pocketed the lone image of her smiling in his acquired belt. He realized she only smiled, ever, when the younger version of her was with her. He had never glimpsed her in the last dawns, noons, and evenings with a smile he realized. Not once.
His fingers drifted over the last image. It dried up the saliva in his mouth and tightened his stomach. It horrified him. He wanted to drop it and pretend he had never seen it, but he couldn’t look away. Now that it was in his midst, it would stay there. His heart, his barely resuscitated heart, bled.
