His mind flashed back to his female.He remembered the stale smell of fear radiating off her and it turned his stomach.He would never harm her in any way.No one would ever harm her again.
Vaxa’an strode into the command center.His crew greeted him, eyeing the blood of his kill on his chest.He’d forgotten that he needed to wash still.Was that why his female had been frightened?She should feel pride that her male had defeated an enemy.
“Kirov,” he said, addressing his technology advisor.“I need a language implant.Immediately.”
“Yes, Prime Leader,” Kirov said, a hint of an amused smirk on his lips.Kirov, like Lihvan, was like a blood brother to him.Vaxa’an would get shit from him later, most likely.“What language?”
“Human,” Vaxa’an replied, sliding into the chair as Kirov adjusted the laser points directly into his eyes.“The Krevorags must have uploaded their findings to the language terminal.”
Kirov turned from him and searched through his hologram database.“Which Earth language?According to the Krevorags’ findings, there are over six thousand languages currently active on the planet’s surface.”
Vaxa’an started in surprise.“Six thousand?”
“Oversix thousand,” Kirov corrected.
Obviously, the humans were more advanced and more widely spread than Vaxa’an had given them credit for.On Luxiria, there were only three active languages, although one of them was the old language.Only the elders spoke it.
To have over six thousand languages implanted at one time could kill him.“Let me hear a sample of the top thirty languages.”
Kirov did as he commanded.Vaxa’an listened to clips of sound, trying to determine which language his human female spoke.She’d only said a few lines, but the words, and her pleasing voice, were imprinted into him, like a touch.
After the twelfth sampling, he finally found her native tongue.“Implant this language.What is it called?”
“This one is called ‘Ang-lash.’Specifically attributed to a land called ‘Nur-th A-mira-ka.’” Vaxa’an filed that knowledge away.Kirov tapped on the hologram screen and code started to run.“Implanting in three, two, one.”
The laser fired up blue and lit up straight into his pupils.For a brief moment, Vaxa’an was blinded and the sudden pressure at the base of his neck made him grunt.Implanting a language was a stressor on his mind, but a necessary one.He’d only needed to do this a few times in his life, mostly for ambassador talks and trade alliances.Knowing hisluxiva’slanguage was a top priority.He wanted to communicate with her, to calm her fears.
The whole process only took a few moments.When it was done, Vaxa’an shut his eyes, his temples throbbing, but he recovered quickly.
“Recite the Luxirian code in ‘Ang-lash,’” Kirov said.Vaxa’an shot him a look and his friend’s lips twitched, his head tilting down.“Prime Leader.”
Nevertheless, Vaxa’an recited it, trying to differentiate in his mind the tangled web of this ‘Ang-lish,’ combing through the other threads of languages he’d already had implanted.Without practice, they tended to become one jumbled mess in his mind.Now, he knew her language was called ‘English,’ but it would be difficult for Luxirians to pronounce the word properly.
He tried out the strange new words, speaking the code most young Luxirians learned from the moment they entered military training, about Luxirian pride, brotherhood, and defending their planet.
Kirov looked pleased.“I didn’t understand a word.But it matched the sample the Krevorags uploaded.Hard to say how effective it is until you use it on yourluxiva.”
Vaxa’an stood from the chair, pushing away the laser.“I see Lihvan has a bigger mouth than I thought.”
Kirov rolled his shoulders back, unapologetic.“You came here for a Breeder.You left with a humanluxiva.Word will get out at home.More males will want to fight in the Pit now that there is…possibility.”
Vaxa’an had known that would be the case from the moment he’d realized the implications of a human mate.“And you, my friend?Will you also fight?”
Kirov met his eyes and Vaxa’an saw his answer before he spoke.“Yes.Perhaps in every fight at the Pit until my Instinct finds a suitable Breeder.Maybe I will not be so lucky as to find myluxiva, as you have, but at least I could continue my father’s line with offspring.”
Vaxa’an clasped his shoulder.“I wish that for you.”
Inclining his head once more, Kirov said, “Thank you, friend.”
Vaxa’an stepped away, turning towards the door, aware of his crew on the command deck.He was impatient to return to his female, to communicate with her.Before he left, he said to Kirov, “I want everyone on board implanted.Make sure it’s done by the time we reach Luxiria.”
“Yes, Prime Leader.”
FOUR
Vaxa’an entered his quarters, anticipation tightening his body.At once, he was struck by his female’s soft scent.His fists clenched at his sides, his cock hardening impossibly quickly.It made his thighs tremble and contract.
Her wide, strange green eyes greeted him as he stepped inside the room, the door whirring shut behind him before locking.She was sitting on the edge of his sleeping platform, still clutching the furs around her soft, curvy body.A grumbling sound vibrated in his chest.It was the way he imagined she’d look after a good, thorough mating, one he intended to give her soon.Very soon.Once the Fates blessed their union, he’d take her.
