“Rutting is nothing. I’ve rut for females many times and been envenomated. It’s not worth it,” Driok says. “Star fuel, on the other hand, especially when it gets me prizes like this and those I’ve added to my hoard, is worth it.”
Trust Driok to take advantage of our situation. Whilst my crew and I might have gained a mutation which helps us heal even faster than most Sarkarnii, it took something far more valuable.
For Driok and his crew, it made them more mercenary than ever. They are Sarkarnii without any thought for anything else, save themselves.
I find I can move a claw, and with a slow movement, I’m able to slit down the side of the forcefield or whatever tech he’s using to hold me.
Driok is continuing to drone on about what he does when he’s not on Vorostor and not really paying attention. I don’t want to shift because the chances are if I do, I’ll end up with more of Darax’s guards to contend with than I really want, and if I’m very unlucky, Dalox will send his elite guard. Then I will end up having to grow back a tail.
Which was nevving annoying the last time.
I burst free of the containment bubble and hit Driok square in the chest, sending him tumbling backwards with the surprise attack. He roars, and I narrowly avoid a sheet of flame sent in my direction.
Once I’m free and he’s out of the way, I’m back at the door, my claws tearing at the metal.
“Do you really want me to stun you?” Driok snarls from behind me. “Because it would give me the greatest pleasure to see you drooling on the floor...more than usual.”
I ignore him, and the stun bolt hits me square in my back. It hurts like a nevver, but I want to get to Rosalie.
She is mine.
And if she needs me to be punished, I will let her punish me.
A second bolt hits me, and I lose sensation in my left side. But my right is still working, so I scrabble at the metal once again.
The third bolt has me on the floor. Driok looms over me and places a foot on my chest.
“You just don’t get it, do you?” he rasps. “Rut or not, you don’t get to take property belonging to another Sarkarnii from his sector.”
“She did not belong to Darax,” I growl.
“She was in his sector, so she belonged to him.”
“Nev you.”
Driok chuckles, a sound which should send the rest of the galaxy scuttling for cover.
“If you want to survive long enough to complete your rut, I suggest you stay down, Dante.”
“Want to fight,butcher?” I snap my fangs. Accelerant is coursing into my fire sacs, and something I’ve never felt before is heating my veins.
“Ah, feeling the mix are we?” Driok leans closer. “I wouldn’t have thought with your level of consumption, you’d feel anything at all, but it’s powerful stuff.”
I try to flame, only smoke comes out, the unused accelerant making me hiccup.
“Pathetic,” Driok snarls. “How are you a warlord?”
“Your nevving crew will tell you,” I force out past a tongue which isn’t particularly forthcoming. “And I’ll beat you every time if you don’t have a stun bolt weapon.”
Driok stares down at me, his head on one side, his pupils mere slits in his dangerous eyes. He points the stun at my head and fires.
Which means, even if I can’t get to my female, at least I don’t have to talk to him anymore. Instead I can dream about having her in my arms and sheathing my cock in her heat.
So, when the inevitable happens, and I’m woken rudely from my slumber…I come out fighting.
ROSALIE
Ididn’t mean to get mad. I even wanted to give Dante the benefit of the doubt. He’s not horrible to look at. In fact, he’s entirely the opposite. A handsome, almost kindly face and stunning scales which ripple over his body in a blue iridescence, concentrating around his defined abs and heavily muscled arms.
