Sessela’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening as they looked at each other.A purr started rumbling in his chest when she slowly leaned forward and accepted the second piece of food.
They continued like this until half of the dried meat was gone and she was beginning to protest that she was full.Only then did Rixavox finish off their rations.
When she shivered underneath the fur, Rixavox looked over the side of the hovercraft but saw they were only in theNevrillaprovince.He couldn’t activate the cold shield quite yet, so instead, he reached for her and tucked her against his body.She gave a quiet, surprised squeak when her back made contact with his chest but Rixavox couldn’t help but think that she fit perfectly between his thighs.He brought his knees up to help shield her sides from the cold and wrapped his arms just below her breasts, bringing her even closer.
He felt her blow out a long breath but eventually, her tense muscles relaxed against him as heat seeped into her.A constant purr was rumbling from his throat but Rixavox didn’t care to try to keep silent.She didn’t seem to mind it.
“It is very cold where I live,” he found himself murmuring down to her.“I hope Privanax was not wrong about the climate for your body.But I do have many furs to keep you warm.”
Even as a slight shiver racked her body, she replied, “It is better being cold than being hot.”
He chortled and the noise shocked him.He didn’t remember the last time he’d laughed.“Many Luxirians would disagree with you.We like the heat.”
“Then why doyoulive in such a cold place?” she questioned.“Wouldn’t you rather be back in that sweltering city?”
He didn’t quite understand what ‘sweltering’ meant, but he could understand her meaning.
“It is my duty,” he said, trying not to let his hardened cock touch her lower back.It was difficult, however, given their position.He couldn’t control his body’s reaction around her.“I oversee theVelraxaoutpost.Its inhabitants are my responsibility and I have learned to like the cold.The Golden City is too warm for my blood now.I doubt I could ever live there permanently again.”
“Are there many Luxirians that live there?In…Velraxa?”
“Tev.Not as many as the Golden City.But many outposts have a significant population.”
“There are more outposts, you mean?Like mini cities, spread across the planet?”
“Mini cities?” he questioned, his language implant drawing a blank.“There are six other outposts.Each has a specific purpose.Velraxais mostly comprised of hunters.We hunt the larger game in the northern lands and disperse it around Luxiria.Another outpost, to the west, mines crystals.We use it for fuel to power our vessels and these hovercrafts.Every outpost contributes in some way.”
“And who lives all the way out here?” she asked, nudging her head to the expanse beyond the hovercraft.
“InNevrilla?No Luxirian lives here.Most of our planet is uninhabited.These are the wild lands.”
“That’s kind of scary,” she commented, tilting her head to look back at him.His eyes caught on her soft lips and he watched as her tongue darted out to wet them.Rixavox inhaled sharply, but tried to focus on her words as a distraction.“I mean, what if your hovercraft ran out of fuel?Or broke down?What would you do?”
He shrugged.“Warriors are skilled in survival.I would reachVelraxaeventually.”
A slight chuckle sounded from her throat and Rixavox tensed, feeling it wash over him like a balm.Next to the sound of his female’s voice, it was the second most pleasing sound he’d ever heard in his entire life span.His purr intensified.
She was shaking her head when her laugh ended.“I have a feeling you have an answer for everything.”
“I do,” he said, edging on arrogance.“I am a war general and an Ambassador of Luxiria.My duty is to have the answer for everything.”
She turned slightly in his arms and it pleased him that she no longer seemed shy about being there.
“That must get tiring,” she murmured softly.
Rixavox blinked, his brow furrowing slightly.Yes, he wanted to say,it is tiring.
But he didn’t.He’d never told any living soul that before.Instead, he said carefully, “It is an honor to serve Luxiria in this way.”
His sire had been a crystal miner.Rixavox had decided early on that he had wanted to be a warrior, to complete the training, which his sire had not.Many on his outpost, including his own family unit, knew of his ambitions, but could never have guessed how successful he would be.Ambassadors, even war generals, usually came from long lines of warrior families.There was a hierarchy.And yet, Rixavox, who came from the miner outpost, whose own father had dropped out of warrior training, had ascended the ranks quickly.
His own brother had almost ruined everything for him, however.When news of his crime and his exile spread, many questioned whether Rixavox should remain in the position.The elders had demanded that the Prime Leader strip him of his rank, thinking him tainted.But Vaxa’an had held strong, even though Rixavox had told him he would resign.
And every span, Rixavox tried to prove to Luxiria that he deserved his position.That was why he never showed weakness, never showed how exhausting it could be, constantly worrying, constantly planning, constantly traveling.
For once, he wanted to be still.He just wanted peace.
“Rest,” he finally murmured, feeling her hair tickle underneath his jaw.“We still have a long way to travel.”
