the same manner the prime minister’s daughter rushes back to her flyer.
No, I do not like the smell of this meat, I think as her ship lifts and launches out of the shuttle bay. At all. But the alternative—my race dying out because we don’t have enough resources to both pull off a full-scale attack on Xalthuria and extract the rest of the fertile human females from their planet—that is worse than any stomach-ache this deal with Xalthuria’s traitorous prime minister is causing me.
These thoughts and more bring me back to the cargo bay.
Back to the prize lying in a two-story cargo container just beyond our holding cells.
In true Kaidorian fashion, I vastly understated my interest in the human the Xalthurian female brought along as a gift.
I hadn’t allowed myself to look too hard at her while carrying her from N’Maryah’s flyer to the cargo container that I had custom built for this mission. To actually look at the first fertile female I have laid eyes on in many, many solars might have been my undoing. And I did not want the Xalthurian female to realize how desperate my race had become in the years since we lost most of our female population to the Extinction Virus.
But now I can think of little else. I rub my cock through my pants, wondering if all the things the prime minister told the emperor about these human females during their secret talks is true. That they are actually designed to be continuously bred. That they secrete pleasurable lubrication liquid from their fucking triangles, and even have sex with their human mates between breedings, because they find the act so pleasurable.
Rubbing my throbbing cock, I imagine the female in the cage and a whole colony of females just like her. We’re not allowed to touch the unbreeded females as they have already been pre-assigned to mating packs. But I have yet to form a mating pack of my own, and the hu’man in my cargo bay is already pregnant.
So yes…contrary to my protests, this female was a very thoughtful gift indeed. As the ship’s captain, I will take the first taste, then offer her up to any male onboard who wishes to give up his wages for the trip back to the Emperor’s hive ship.
I imagine there will be many takers. For even the females on the pleasure stations don’t secrete lubrication. The curiosity alone would be worth their wages.
As I enter the hallway of holding cells I must walk through to get to the cargo bay, I scan our many Xalthurian Prisoners of War. Most of them are either staring off into a distance no one else can see, and some of them are even drooling.
The unlucky few who have not gone insentient, rock back and forth, talking to themselves in Kaidorian, and sometimes even biting into their own skin. I pass one prisoner who has wounded himself so badly chunks of his flesh now lay within spitting distance of where he’s rocking. He’ll probably die of infection before the negotiations for the Prisoners of War are through.
Luckily, he is not the prisoner responsible for this entire deal. That prisoner is not quite as insentient as the others. He doesn’t rock back and forth, and the many scars marring his skin are not self-inflicted. Every single one of them can be attributed to our scientists and the fighting pen.
He stares at me as I walk past his cage, his gold diamond eyes glittering with malevolence.
However, I merely nod at him as I pass by, tipping my head with a little smirk. Who knew that of all these males, this one would be the key to the continuation of our race? Maybe if the emperor had known from the start, the scientists would not have been allowed to torture him so severely after his last fight.
As it is, his mind is most likely broken. Luckily the prime minister doesn’t know that yet and will not truly comprehend it until we are on our way with our first batch of New Terrhan females, along with the coordinates to invade the planet anytime we like.
Rubbing through my pants is no longer enough. When I clear the hallway of holding cells, I pull my cock all the way out and stroke it as I enter the access code.
It is pitch black inside, but my eyes quickly adjust, using the little light from the hall beyond the open doorway to marvel at the structure. According to the