And he was not complaining.
His own limits were being tested like he’d never known. The systems were charging, and for a moment, the power building inside him felt the same as the attack charge his suit made.
It was that powerful.
She cried out.
Her insides squeezed him.
And that was it.
He lost all restraint.
She shouted in ecstasy.
His body jerked in three powerful thrusts, and he exploded.
Veta collapsed against him.
They laid against each other for a while, awash in the sensations of the coupling.
“Holy hell,” Veta said.
“I hope that is a good thing,” Wrathin replied.
“It is. It completely is.”
* * *
“Hey!”
He blinked.
There, before him, was Veta. Dressed.
He was disappointed.
“We have to move,” she said and gestured back toward the entrance.
He shook his head; it took him a moment to orient. Immediately, his suit projected a quick heads-up display; however, it didn’t show much. The cave walls prevented most scanning.
The caves were good at naturally jamming incoming and outgoing scans, whether the moon was in eclipse or not. Another reason why he chose this area to seek shelter. If they were coming in, because of the entrance’s small opening, it would be harder to sneak through, giving him the advantage.
But it didn’t prevent noise.
He heard voices.
Senses came alive, and he immediately recognized them as Terran voices. He gestured for her to move against the far wall.
He raised his hands, and almost, without thinking, the blades manifested in his hands, his body tense and ready for an attack.
They moved closer to the main entrance, Veta going to the right, and he on the left. He gestured for her to stay back.
He was sure the way she extended her middle finger like that was not a signal of affirmation.
He moved closer to the entrance. She stayed on the opposite side but closed in as well.
“Scan,” he said, whispering softly as he stayed in the shadows, but was ready for any entering attack.
