I give her the chance that I never got. I speak to her as an equal.
“Once I saw you, I knew I needed you. It was like tasting the stars. I couldn’t let Zakar have you to himself. That’s why I saved you,” I say.
She drops to her butt and curls into a ball. “Zakar? There’s another still alive?”
“Yes, but we can’t trust him,” I say.
“What about you? Can I trust you?”
I take a step closer to her, cock in plain sight. She knows what I want. What I crave.
What I need.
“Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you,” I say.
She blubbers. “No...”
I walk toward her. My cock hardens as pleasure guides my pace. I wish she could understand. “I was born to seed. And I need to have you,” I growl.
I take her face into my palm, squeeze her porcelain cheeks. Her skin is as soft as Zakar promised. I can feel the odd sensation of my pupils expanding as endorphins rush through my cock.
I know she can feel my hard flesh rise against her. I trust she knows what I want.
“You sick fuck,” she grunts and kicks me in a frenzy.
I barely feel her punches. My lust is much too overwhelming.
A sharp grin forms on my face.
She cowers. “You killed them all, didn’t you? You murdered the scientists. Where are they?” she asks.
I grab her ankles and drag her toward me. “You know nothing.”
“I won’t let you have me,” she says.
It’s the most naïve statement I have ever heard. Yet, it satisfies me in the strangest way.
I let her go.
I try to understand her, even if it’s impossible. The other humans – they fought us hard from the start. But she’s different. She cries…
The others didn’t cry.
I walk toward the exit, bending to pick up an emergency bottle of water I took from the starship while she was dreaming.
I wait for her to accept it.
“How long were you asleep?” I ask.
She takes the bottle. Hesitating, she sucks the liquid out. She seems parched. I could fix her woes if she just trusted me.
I lower to her level, handing her a cloth. She shrugs and wipes her eyes.
“You were out for sixteen hours,” I say.
“Not surprising. Fassbender tranq’d me right in the neck,” she mutters. “Roy shot your arm, but I guess you’ve healed, right? That’s one of your tricks?”
During our flee, someone nicked my arm with a bullet, but my body regenerated within seconds. Yes, it’s a part of my being, my curse.