he’d have it to keep him company until then.
His audio tech picked up skittering, stealing his attention. Shadows shifted, and a rancid aroma met his nose soon after. He pulled down his mask, tugged up his sleeves, and activated his poison. Whether it worked on these bugs or not was yet to be seen.
He just needed to find a male and a female, and as for the assessment... He didn’t care about the assessment. Still, he took a sample of the wet webbing and shoved the capsule in his pocket.
Something emerged from the darkness up ahead, and Hysterian spread out his feet, loosening his limbs. He couldn’t fully shift, but he was springy.
Enclosed spaces weren’t preferred but were manageable.
A clacking, snapping echoed in the mines just as he lowered his head and shot down the passage.
He landed atop the creature and pummeled it before it even knew he was there. Segmented legs, too many to count, went wild. They clawed and lashed out, slicing the ground. They couldn’t bend back to reach him. He bore the entirety of his weight onto it and wrapped his bare hands around its middle.
The bug had a chitinous exterior leaving the back and legs protected, but the underside, like many bugs, was significantly less armored.
Hands covered in poison, Hysterian held them onto the creature’s underside, expanding his fingers out to touch as much of it as he could. The compound of his secretion shifted to the bug’s organic makeup as his systems were fed knowledge about it.
Within seconds, the poison took effect.
What started as a clash ended in silence. The bug’s many legs gave out first, and then its body fell. Hysterian kept his weight on it long after it stopped moving, making sure it wasn’t a trick.
With a bored sigh, he got up and rolled the bug over. It was half his size, and not nearly as large as Titan’s ambassador said it would be. But figuring out whether it was an adult, or a male or female was another matter. Every fucking alien species was different.
Hysterian unlocked his net and shot it over the creature. The webbing cinched around it, ensuring it was trapped.
When he was done, he stepped back and shook out his hands. He stared at his acquisition as his poison dismantled and evaporated from his skin.
He was almost done with the job. He itched to return to his ship, to check on his crew. He didn’t know what they were doing or what they were up to, and that bothered him.
Was Raul jacking off to Alexa? Was Daniels cornering her? They wouldn’t be leaving for a drink at the local port bar since Titan didn’t have an official one. It had a landing zone of bleak cement.
He needed to know what Alexa was up to. Was she in her room? Was she touching herself? Did she ever? Was she thinking of him? He wanted answers, and he wasn’t going to get them down here.
He hoped Alexa snuck her hand between her legs and drove her fingers into her cunt fantasizing that it was his hand instead of her own. It would be a small conquest against his misery.
Was she avoiding the male locust? Even Hysterian had noticed the male’s fascination with her. It was much like his own—including the fucking wall that stood between them.
His fingers twitched, wanting so very badly to be driving into her pussy and exploring it thoroughly, stretching it. Was her G-spot smooth and soft or bumpy? Would she gasp when he stroked it? She was small of stature, and his fingers were long. He could do a lot to her and more.
Hysterian’s cock thickened.
I need to know if she squirts when she cums.
He fucking hoped so.
His mouth watered imagining it.
Not wanting to linger, Hysterian strode down the dark chamber. He snapped images of the slick webbing growing around him as he went. More critter noises reached him, but his passing was nothing but silent now.
Something skittered across his feet, and he paused, adjusting his visuals. A hatchling. The tiny bug climbed the wall next to him.
The ceiling shifted above him.
He looked up to find thousands of hatchlings. His lips twisted in disgust.
And worse, his stomach growled. It fucking growled.
For a Cyborg who stole most of his replenishments from the air and molecules around him, the small bugs made him ravenous.
He snatched one from the nest. The bug fought his grip but a tiny dose of his secretion quickly took care of that. He pulled