to be in a room filled with her mating pheromones. It was enough to trigger my parthenogenesis. I spawned five young from that unusual happenstance. Because I was old blood, our queen never asked and I never admitted to spawning for her. Nor did I ever allow my young to cross paths with her. We jumped from ship to ship, always escaping the notice of our new queen. My little spawn grew into warriors in their own right and lived long enough to know true freedom, because in another strange quirk of fate we ended up back where we started just days before being freed. In this the gods smiled on me. Wishing for more almost seems disrespectful.
Still, all those many long years the one thing I have craved but never once experienced is the tender touch of a queen. Today is better than any I have known. Unlike all the other days that came before, I now have hope of being chosen. And not chosen by just any queen. I have drawn the notice of the most auspicious and respected queen Earth has to offer. What was once a fantasy is now almost within my grasp. If only I could figure out how to lure her closer without triggering her flight response. My gut tells me this strong-willed queen will walk away in a heartbeat if I misstep.
My inner dragon has many ideas on how we should proceed. His thoughts revolve around reaching out to take what is ours. He points out that if she did not desire me, she would not come to me over and over again like she does. I agree that she has the body of a goddess that should be properly worshiped, and plump lips that I wish to make the human kiss with. He insists that beautiful queens should not be left uncovered. Therefore, we should position ourselves closer and offer what females desire the most. From all that we know of queens, they desire loyalty, luxury and protection. Mating is a secondary concern and only needed when they are in heat. Oftentimes a queen will grab a loyal warrior when their moment is upon them. My dragon is correct about positioning myself to be the one she reaches for when the time is right.
Kryos speaks, drawing me from all my plotting and planning. “Look sharp, my friend. Your queen approaches.” With a slight dip of his head, he steps respectfully back and pivots away. I care not of his leaving, for my eyes are perusing the lovely dark queen. This clever female misses nothing that goes on around her, even when it comes to me. Her eyes crinkle at the corners in the almost smile she sometimes wears when she’s in my presence. My heart pounds in my chest and my cock slowly swells with appreciation at what I see before me.
Coming to a stop, she pulls her gloves on before speaking. “Borak, you and your boys are with me. I don’t want to deal with the creature on my own.”
I murmur appreciatively, “Our lives for yours, my queen.” It an old expression that means my clade will do what we must to protect her this day, even though it may cost us our lives. I doubt she truly understands the level of protection being offered to her.
Her chin lifts, and for a brief moment I think she is looking at me. Realization quickly sets in that this not the case. She’s eyeing the shapeshifting creature coming up behind me. He is by far the strangest creature I have ever encountered in my intergalactic travels.
I jerk a wing at my two scions. Even now they are within easy reach of the creature. Korak pulls apart from his intended queen, and I see the jewel encrusted dagger strapped proudly to her hip. What appeared tiny in our hands looks oversized on her smaller frame. He’s had to strap the lower part to her leg to keep it stable.
Korak and Eltran move towards the shifter, coming up on either side of him. My clade has been tasked with ensuring he does as he is told. Though I do not trust the shifter, even I must admit he has given us no reason to doubt his resolve when it comes to tracking down and eliminating the parasites. Though his expression does not change, I can tell by his body language the creature senses my scion flanking him.