Kaerius
This morning, when I arrived at the designated meeting place with my guards, I felt nothing but disdain for the upcoming diplomacy.
What did we need these humans for?
They were a land species that wanted to live on a predominantly ocean-covered world.
They were idiots, and they needed to stay in their spaceships and keep moving—to find a planet more suitable to their needs than Sanos.
That was this morning—before I held a human female in my arms.
Eyeing her slight form and the way her odd clothing clung to or billowed in the water, I felt my cock stir in its pouch where it resided when I was in my waterform.
That was most of the time, and the sensation was familiar, if unwelcome.
This human was a tempting little morsel, but I did not need such distractions.
In the back of my head, a voice that sounded a suspicious lot like my dead brother whispered that maybe she was exactly what I needed.
Morven tended to get philosophical like that, and I’d always laughed his strange musings off.
Today, that was not so easy.
She was weak, I thought firmly.
Look at her.
She’d passed out when I’d taken the plunge into the deep, cool, calming sea.
No scales protected her pale, silky-soft skin, nor did she have claws at the tips of her dainty little fingers to defend herself.
I could only surmise that her toes, currently encased in heavy boots, were the same.
With my thumb, I lifted her plump, pink lip and snarled in distaste when I discovered only straight, blunt teeth.
She was utterly defenseless, and yet, at the touch of her lip, at the sight of her mouth, my cock swelled even more.
What the krill?
Why was I responding to her like this?
I had already applied the rebreather to help her gill-lacking body survive beneath the water.
I had not lowered us rapidly under the weight of the water and had kept our altitude at a depth where she would not suffer damage from the water pressure.
Such protections would never be required with an Ondrithar female; she’d krilling kill me if I so much as suggested she needed my help.
That made this human female weak, and yet…
I flashed back to when I’d climbed onto land with the Ondrithar neighbor who hailed from the Sanos Abyss.
Krak’zol, the deep-sea dweller, had not been interested in this meeting either, considering it a waste of time.
We might have been pushing it with our timing just a little and had taken the safe way by coming from the other side of the island that was the designated meeting spot.
We’d seen the two females before the phaser fire had started, and I hadn’t been the only one fascinated by the sight of the pair of land dwellers.
My guards showed up then, Bruinen and Aenon’s sleek blue bodies arrowing through the water to take up flanking positions on either side of me.
From their inquisitive gazes, I knew they wanted to know what I was doing, hauling one of the delegates around in my arms.
The way I was holding her was also far from impersonal—my tail coiled around her legs, fins moving just enough to keep our position steady in the currents.
My arms were around her body, and my hand was still on her delicate throat so I could look into her face.
Her name was Samantha—at least, that’s what her human friend had shouted at her as the chaos had erupted.
I did not know why Krak’zol had taken the loud one, but I knew that my taking of this strange, ever-so-curious female had nothing to do with treaties and diplomacy.
I had well and truly fallen on barbaric instincts at that moment of danger, and I’d stolen her purely because I wanted her.
My spacefaring ancestors would ride angry waves if they knew how far their descendants had fallen.
Curling my lip, I decided I did not care.
Tucking her more comfortably against my chest, I freed the strap of her heavy, bulky case and handed it to Bruinen.
“Let us return home,” I said.
“We’ll have a meeting of our own in our territory.” And silently, my mind added: In my bed.
Great delight filled me at the thought of discovering what made this human different, what made her so tempting to all my senses.
Yes, let the ancestors curse me for what I was going to do, but the human was not getting away.
She was mine now.