I feign ignorance. “A female?”
I can still smell her, an opulent, sweet musk. I should have rutted her when I had the chance, but I heard the others coming from a mile away.
One look was enough to know I needed her.
Zakar continues. “She has the softest flesh I’ve ever seen.”
I swallow, trembling with obsessive craving. Possession of her pussy is impossible with Zakar stalking me, and the other humans pose an even more detrimental threat.
“What’s your point?” I ask.
He drops back to the lower level. “We were designed to breed with any life form of our choosing,” he says. “We’ll kill the men and take the woman. As we make the journey to Earth, we will breed her. It is better this way.”
“Perhaps.”
He continues. “Once on their planet, we will find others like her. We will mate with the entire female population. We will decimate the entire human race.”
I nod. His plan is sound, but it requires sharing the female.
I’m just not sure I can handle that.
Zakar rests his hand against my shoulder. “We need each other. We’re the only beings in the universe with perfect genetics. We are the one true alien race, destined to rule over the cosmos. Will you not join me?”
I swallow. “What is she like?” I ask, avoiding the question.
“She is the most succulent creature I have ever laid eyes on,” he says.
He will betray me if I follow him. I need to spill my seed before he does.
He points to the exit of the starship. “Go on. See for yourself at the sleeping quarters. O
nce you see what I’ve seen, you won’t be able to control yourself.”
That’s what I’m afraid of. If Zakar feels this way, he’ll try to kill me too. Once he gets what he wants, he won’t need me anymore.
He continues. “It’s in our DNA. We are by their design, so why not give in to what we are made to do?”
I walk toward the exit, listening as his snickering follows my footsteps.
“The fun begins,” he hisses.
Through the jungle, I find their sleeping quarters. An older man without all his faculties guards the compound. It’s easy to slip by him, and all I have to do is follow my pulsating cock to her.
Her pungent smell is everywhere.
I’m led to her bedside, where she sleeps like a baby. Unlike mine, her dreams must be peaceful.
As she rests, I touch her hair. I ride my lust, edging until I can’t take it anymore. Hand gripping my thick flesh, I stroke the skin tight.
I give in to my primal urges.
A warm and vibratory pressure builds between my legs. I cup my hand around my mouth as I grunt and stumble back.
A deep pleasure rises inside my balls. My cock bobs against my thumb as I spill my seed on the floor.
I can’t turn away. She’s perfect.
She’s an angel, the one I need to breed.