“Not if you behave.”
Deus bares one fang and his eyes burn a little brighter, the pupils mere slits of darkness.
“If I behave, and I shed nicely, will you tell me your name?”
“No.”
The fang disappears, but the glint in his eye does not.
“Perhaps if you help me, I will promise not to eat you.”
“If you were going to eat me, you’d have done it by now.”
I can almost see him cursing internally. I attempt to keep a straight face. As much as Deus wants to be scary, as much as I should be scared by him, there is nothing terrifying about this male. And to think of all the stories I was told about him.
Deus is a broken male, trodden on by his own kind in his desperation to make real what was once real. I doubt he’s had a single kindness shown to him from that day to this.
“Okay, I’ll help you,” I say, more surprised than I think even Deus is at my agreement. “Providing…” I hold up a finger. “You also have a good wash.”
“Wash?” Deus growls.
“Wash, with soap.”
Deus wrinkles his nose.
“My shed…” he says.
“Will get rid of some of the grime, but not all,” I reply. “Wash,” I add forcefully.
“Wash,” Deus says sadly, slowly getting to his feet.
He trails towards the bedroom quarters, his tail drooping. Who’d have thought the concept of a wash would lay this great growly Sarkarnii low?
I go to follow him, then I spot it in the corner of the room: my bag. I guess I wasn’t really looking for it yesterday, which is why I’m only seeing the thing now. My bag which has my swimming gear in it…and my comm device.
DEUS
“Wash,” I grumble as I divest myself of my pants and boots. “What does she think I am?”
Regardless, I like the look of the rolling water in the deep aquium. It calls to me in a way I’d completely forgotten, merely viewing it as something I needed but was never going to have, while Darax held me prisoner.
I put my first toe in the water. It stings slightly as the hot liquid surges over my foot, then I plunge the rest of myself in, going down and down, below the surface, allowing it to take me, hold me there, hide me from the rest of existence.
Which is when I feel the hands on my shoulders, plucking at me, dragging over my skin with some urgency. With a kick, I burst into the air to be greeted by a panicked face staring at me, all pretty eyes and pink cheeks.
“What were you doing?” my little ember gasps.
“Nothing.”
“I thought you were drowning,” she splutters.
I notice she is not only in the water, but she is not wearing her clothing. Instead she has bare arms and legs, her torso covered by a single garment which clutches tight to her skin. I see the mounds on her chest, little peaks pressing at the fabric.
My cock stirs in my pouch.
“Sarkarnii do not drown,” I growl, completely unsure of the feeling down below the water and unable to stop my snarls from coming out. “We can survive the vacuum of space. We can survive anywhere.”
“I just…” She drops her hands to her sides and sits down on the side of the aquium. “Pardon me for not knowing Sarkarnii like to sit at the bottom of pools and pretend to be dead.”
