Thirst

His head finally moved, shifting downward so that fixed attention left the flight screen and settled fully on her prone… everything. The tone of growls and hisses translated into a very clear attitude that he believed what she said was a lie. “That was not in the manual.”

But it wasn’t a lie. That’s why psychologists existed. The very vocation she was hoping to someday achieve had she been able to graduate next year. Well, after another few years in a master’s program raking in even more student load debt after that. “We are social creatures.”

“The Necrimata are not.” That, and a more frantic wriggling of his trapped flange, muzzled the last of her attempts to converse.

Until

she dared break the silence again. “Are you going to kill me?”

Unlike her last statement, his attention did not leave the flight screen, though he did reply. “You were extremely expensive. A Class One pet—a protected species. You are also the first vessel I have spent my seeding frenzy upon that survived and gave me such enjoyment. So long as you always remove my spawn, so long as you are wise enough to behave. I see no reason you shall not have a long, comfortable life as my pet.” He tilted his head in a very human way as if to consider before adding, “Though I can think of several scenarios that would inspire me to end your life.”

A flicker of emotion and her heart skipped a beat. “Such as?”

“It would be wise of you to never shame me.” Final, so final she felt those grunts and growls imprinted on her skin.

Though that statement could be taken in many ways, she had already accidentally urinated on him. In human culture that was definitely something that could fall into a shaming category. So shame to him was something she must learn if she wanted to live flying through stars.

“I’ll need a better explanation.”

“Do not concern yourself, fragile human. I will guide you.” A sucking tentacle cupped her chin, lifting her head in such a way that she was forced to stare into that awful, vertical third eye. “But try to escape and that will be your finishing mistake.”

At this his shading fluttered, blue in places skipping right past purple to red.

Shocked to see his skin burn bright, she released his flange and pulled her hands to her swollen chest as if safer that way. As if she would not be burned.

A clear mistake.

Now she had all his attention. “Only two phases in my care, yet the thought of you away from me excites anger in a way indescribable to a simple human mind.” A ticking grew in the massive beast, more blue turned red, all the while the flange dug for it goal. Sneaking into the slippery slit from beneath her, moving like an elephant’s trunk.

It burrowed in, stretching her, and seemed to settle as if yawning before a nap while it’s owner blazed red. Penetrated, that thing wriggling to find the most comfortable spot, she lurched.

And when such movement caused the flange to hit on overly sensitive spot, she let out a gasp. “Oh God!”

Glabrx shifted his hips, thrusting as if in agreement with his uncontrolled appendage. “We have spoken on the topic of God.”

Breathless, she squirmed. “It’s an expression. I don’t see you as God.”

“What do you see this Great Warrior as?”

If ever there was a loaded question…

It should not have felt so good considering the ache behind the pleasure. “A nightmare brought on by too many hours studying, too many joints on a rare weekend off. Men don’t have flanges, or tentacles, or buy women.” Though that wasn’t entirely true, was it? Holding back a moan, Evangeline added, “At least not noble men. Human trafficking is only done by criminals on Earth.”

What a sharp toothed smile brought forth from the massive creature—one fully red and salivating— it almost seemed to coo. “Insults from my pet?”

“Fact is not insult. What I say of Earth is true.”

“You will serve a purpose, and this Great Warrior will maintain your comfort.” The flange rattled.

“By constantly fucking me?” Which she was horrified to admit seemed almost normal in the hours since the first seeding. And the second, and the third…

“The warrior seeds when the warrior must. Dainty hands can only hold back an engorged flange for so long. And learn this now, pretty pet, agitating a Necrimata never ends well for the agitator. But in your case, I’m offering restraint. The three spawn produced in your human fucking sleeve were all so exceptionally well formed that I choose to forgive you for the thoughts your statements inspire. Never run. Human meat is a delicacy on the black market—unlike the legal flesh market from which I saved you further abuse.”

Eyes wide, body reacting in ways she could not explain, Evangeline squeezed down around that disgusting organ, pulsating and rippling as if to encourage that damn thing to do its worst. “I won’t run. Where would I even go?”

“Nowhere that I could not find you and bring you back to my lap.” The great beast practically purred, growing an even more intense shade of crimson, tentacles leaving her hair to position her physically so she might continue her internal massage on him in the most comfortable way. “The manual claims human nature is deceptive and disorganized. You will try to run.” When her traitorous body squeezed around him again, so hard even she took pleasure in it, the male groaned, let out a long, sex-drugged sigh, before a burst of that blue fluid began to splash against her womb. “Even now you try to deceive me into complacency with such tricks.”

Evangeline was not squeezing him on purpose, far more startled by what her body did than he was contented by it. And considering all three of his eyes were rolling back in his head, that was saying a lot.