The Alien Warrior King's Accountant - Loki Renard Page 0,26

I will see you soon, Tania. Be mindful to eat. You are not a robot.”

“I know. Thank you,” I smile nervously.

Terrible escorts me back to the safe little womb-like pink office, though the flimsy walls which I was thrilled to be able to walk through less than an hour ago, now freak me out. This ship is like one big potential marshmallow snack. Anything could potentially move through it, burrowing away until it finds me.

“What’s the largest space animal?”

Terrible seems caught off-guard by the question.

“Why are you asking that, human?”

“I am just wondering if there is anything so large it could just eat this whole ship, and swallow us, and I’m wondering if that already happened and we just don’t know it.”

“You’re babbling, human. Do your accounting.”

He nudges me through the final veil and I am relieved to see my work set out before me.

Tyrant

The human disappeared before I could ascertain how impressed she was with my slaying of the mantid. I did it to defend her. I saved her life, and yet she simply disappeared from view, back to the work she is here to do. I feel a certain anticlimactic depression. Battle should be celebrated. Victories should be celebrated. I almost kissed her when she was in my arms, but there was something about the expression on her face. It was fear. She was afraid of the Mantid, and perhaps even me.

Now she’s working, entirely focused on those damn books. I never thought I would be jealous of a series of ledgers and numbers. They have the human’s attention, and I do not. Perhaps she is trying to please me with her work, but I want more than her work. I want her admiration, her adoration. I want to see her human gaze lit with desire. I want to hear her voice husky, as it was the day I implanted the translator.

5 The Lovers

Tyrant

The human is working excessively hard. From my understanding, these creatures need to sleep a minimum of eight hours a day, but she barely seems to sleep three or four before she is diving back into my records, cross checking them, asking questions, and compiling short form reports to support certain applications.

I cannot forget how her flesh felt wrapped tight around my finger. I cannot get the image of her two very different apertures displayed before me, one tight and reluctant, the other wet and willing.

I am King Tyrant, and I take what I want. What I want are the slick delights which lie between her thighs. I am drawn to this human, though she has none of the traits of a proper war bride. She does not have any scaling to speak of, no protective armored surfaces which keep her womb shielded from enemy attacks. She is diminutive in stature, and would no doubt produce short, fleshy offspring. She is of a lesser species, and a lesser profession within that species.

And yet I find myself watching her for long hours, gazing at her through the wall which may appear solid to her, but is as transparent to me as an absence of wall would be.

I tell myself that I am simply keeping an eye on her to make sure she doesn’t do anything sneakily human or underhanded, but I know in my gut that this human does not have a sneaky bone in her body. She is honest, fearless, and she works tirelessly.

Well, almost tirelessly. Right now, her head is nodding and her eyes are closing. Her head is descending toward the desk, and now… yes, she is resting her head on her arms and falling asleep.

How adorable.

She needs to sleep properly.

I enter the room quietly and sweep her gently up into my arms. She makes a muffled noise as I pick her up and carry her to the bed only a few feet away. She could have gone to bed quite easily on her own, but decided to pass out at her desk working instead. I wonder if this speaks to dedication on her part, or simply a lack of foresight.

She makes a little squirming motion under her covers, and curls up in the most peaceful way. The only problem is that she has wrapped herself around my arm in a way that makes it impossible for me to move away.

I am left with a decision. Do I stay here and let her sleep with her arms wrapped around me like a python, or do I risk waking her up by doing the