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.
