I should have taken the other girl, I’m realizing too late.
There is something complicated in this one. And I don’t like ‘liking’ things. Liking is not for me.
I’m a foot soldier, I remind myself.
I open the pod and step inside, noting the spilled sedative. Her eyes follow my gaze, and she looks up at me, defiant.
I feel the surge of mykrythagain. It’s a powerful force, and it can be blinding. Zethki is not in control of hiskryth, and that is why he’s dangerous. I have spent many years controlling mine, and yet I feel a slip of my hold on it in her presence.
I want to throw her on the floor and dominate her. I sense in her an arousal, a receptiveness to that power, and it only makes mykrythmore powerful. It has been many solar rotations since I have felt myself in the grip of this desire, this kind of need to take something and make it mine.
I have my pick of Kerz females, as I have my pick of most females we encounter. I have taken my fill of them, and they have been like eating: a thing that must be done, sometimes more pleasurable than others. But this is different: I want to claimher,specifically.
This will be satisfied, I tell myself, when I train her. I will regain my control, mykrythwill settle, and this will all seem like a bad dream.
“Take your sedative,” I command her. My voice is very rough. I will not let her see any weakness in me. I resolve to be even more cruel than I would be ordinarily, lest she get any ideas.
She looks down at the spilled sedative, and her knuckles turn white as she balls her little hands up even tighter.
I laugh.
“What do you intend, girl?” I scoff. “Will you punch me with your tiny hands?”
Mykrythpulses, hot. I’m aroused, aroused by the thought of her touching me, even if it’s to deliver puny punches to my body. She could never even make me flinch; it’s a wonder this race survived its own planet to reach space at all. She is so soft that even tormenting her will have to be done with care.
She is staring at me. Her eyes reflect far greater intelligence than that of her sister, which is yet another reason I should not have chosen her.
Why did I choose her, I ask myself again.
“I won’t drink anything you give me,” she spits finally. She looks at the spilled liquid. “This is the same stuff you gave everyone at the party,” she tells me. “I can smell it.”
Then she looks at me, and her eyes look wounded. “You told me not to eat it,” she says.
Her voice sounds hurt. This is something I’m indifferent to, always. The pleading of a weak female cannot affect a soldier like me. And yet mykrythpulses with another unfamiliar feeling at her disappointment, her implied trust in me. I want to protect her, give her what she wants, explain to her that the sedative is for the best.
I’m enraged by this. I draw upon as much rage as I can summon. She will not make me lose control, or make bad decisions.
“Do not think you can play games with me, human. You will drink your sedative or I will make you.”
Her eyes go wide with alarm. My cock gets hard as I think of the ways in which I could make her do this, and I allow myself the indulgence for far too long.
She looks at the sedative again. “How am I supposed to drink it now?” she scoffs. “Anyway, I don’t need it.”
I stare at her. I should let her refuse her sedative, and rot in this cell for the whole, lengthy journey. Feel the pain of the speed jump, go mad in her cell.
“You will drink it,” I say. Mykrythis angry, and I have to control my rage now. No female, of any species, has ever defied me like this.
Ever.
They are all too afraid.
And she’s afraid, too. I smell it in on her skin, seeping from her pores.
But she’s defiant anyway.
A growl leaves my throat. It rose from my center without my permission. I’m losing the grip on my control. My claws are emerging, mykrythpulsing violently.
She sees this now, and her eyes get wild with fear. But she shakes her head, slowly. “I’m not taking it,” she whispers. She dares to look me in the eye.
