Page 6 of Bred By Fafnir

As far as first impressions go, this is fucking excellent.

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Fafnir

My eyes narrow on the Oozarians as they fall into their spiel, reminding us both of the requirements of our agreement. My attention again slipping to the impossibly small human female at my side. Her thick hair is the same deep, earthen color as a Valkyra in the spring, falling in waves over her slender shoulders, her height only reaching to my lower waist. My lips curl in disgust at the idea of bringing her back to my home, scented by another male.

“We suggest a period of at least a week to let your human adjust to their new environment before attempting a coupling, as negative emotions can affect the potency of their fertility.”

I give a curt nod in acknowledgment, a growl building in my throat as my horns scrape the ceiling again. Glaring forward seems a vast undertaking. I’ve yet to hear the little female take a breath,let alone speak. The impulse to take her in is strong. Her holo was attractive, I was assured, especially so even by human standards. She looks utterly defenseless, though; I hope our offspring inherits as little of her alien DNA as possible. Humans are considered excellent breeders, not only for their fertility, but also their weak DNA ensures the alien DNA they are paired with is dominant.

Impatience rides me hard as the slime beings drone on. Going over things we’ve both already agreed to, by the time they offer us the data pad, my hand snaps out pressing my thumb on the scanner making the small female flinch, a spike of her fear souring the otherwise pleasantly floral scent coming from her. I make an effort to slow my movements when I take it back.

“Fafnir Droxxil of Yolmarth, do you accept and agree to the terms set forth in the agreement by your own will, free of duress or compulsion?”

“Yes.” I gruff.

“Lorena Morales of Terra2, do you accept and agree to the terms set forth in the agreement by your own will, free of duress or compulsion?”

There’s hesitation, a brief pause that feels longer than it should before she speaks, but when her voice comes, it’s equal parts soft and steel. “Yes.”

The male all but hums in anticipation as I transfer the credits to the holding account where they’ll take their cut and distribute the rest accordingly.

“Excellent! Now the two of you have access to this room for another twenty ontics before you must vacate. May fertility find you, and if anything should arise, you can contact us at any time. Thank you for choosing the Solar Breeding Agency.”

They glide from the room. The silence that follows is thick and grating. An odd sensation, considering I normally prefer it. I stare down at the female currently avoiding my gaze and shifting nervously on her feet.

A long sigh escapes from my throat. “I have acquired everything listed on the provided documents by the agency as far as your needs, but noted you added no personal requirements. If there is something you want, we can grab it from the station before we embark.” My voice sounds gruff, cold even to my ears. The documents said humans do not appreciate those qualities. I have no others to offer, so the female will need to adjust.

Her head snaps up to mine, her light upturned hazel colored eyes looking a little glossy, although I can’t surmise why. Perhaps the air quality here is undesirable to her. I’d have to agree. It smells like metal and a flurry of… everything else. “Oh, thanks, I don’t need anything else.” She gestures to the small bag clutched in her tiny fist.

My frown deepens. Surely this delicate female cannot take one of my cocks, let alone them both. I’ll split her. My mind waivers, blinding hot rage surging to the surface before I breathe past it. If not for the fact that I’ve seen the offspring of humans and my people before, I would toss her small body over my shoulder and barge into the Oozarian’s office and demand a sturdier one.

Her cheeks flush such a bright shade of red, I rear back slightly. Many venomous creatures change their coloring before an attack. The hint of anger in her eyes only confirms my theory. I haven’t a clue what I’ve done to garner such a reaction, but it would be quite adorable to watch the tiny female attempt to harm me.

She only huffs. Jerking her bag higher before spinning in place and heading for the door. Her flowery smell is only slightly dampened bythe scent of Oozarian. “If it's all the same to you, I’d like to leave port now.”

I huff my agreement, watching her stalk from the room, less than half the size of a Bhaurnul female but with all the aura of one. Easing my hulking frame into the corridor grates at my nerves, at that ever-lingering flame deep in my mind. Focusing on the suddenly very irritated human, slapping her hand on the wall, the AI asks her for her direction before she sets off, not ensuring I’m following. Not as though my pounding hooves aren’t sign enough. I have to slow my gait, keeping my stride small in the cramped space to ensure I don’t step on her.

She gasps when I swoop down, plucking her bag from her hand, only glowering slightly before straightening her back further and setting off toward her blue path. I don’t tell her I know the way. I follow taking in the view awarded for me by the paper thin, silky dress the agency adorned her in. Her hips flare in a luscious way, leading down to a round, ample ass. The lack of tail is odd, but I can’t find it in me to mind the uninterrupted view.

When we pile out of a lift and into the throng of people, I find myself stepping closer to the female. A rush of irritation flooding me when people part, making more way for me than necessary, although I cannot fully blame them. My people aren’t known for their kind and warm dispositions. Why would that be the stories they’d tell? The acts of aggression, of war, and the efficient brutality are all that come to mind. All we’re good for in the eyes of the wider Intergalactic Allegiance.

The war madness.

That’s what they fear the most.

They aren’t alone.

That anger pushes at my skull, slipping down and going deep until it spills, flooding over my chest like a scaling shower. My fists clench, making the plastic handle of her bag crack.

“I’d like to wash up before we go.”

My chest is rising harder than it should be as I meet her hazel eyes, offering a curt nod and following her to the hygiene rooms, content to glower at the beings passing by as she hurries inside.

five

Lenora

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