Page 23 of Corvak's Challenge

He doesn't stop to get a towel. His big, sticky hand is on mine in his pants, and then it's gone. A moment later, he's under my clothing, wet hand and all, and brushing over my clit with cum-covered fingers.

I make a wordless sound in my throat, because it's both hot and filthy and wrong and I'm loving every second of it.

His touch is gentle at first, and when I whimper, he moves faster, his gaze on me the entire time. It's unnerving, beingstared at while someone touches me, but at the same time…I like it. It's like he's never wanted anything as much as he wants to see me come, and it makes my arousal go through the roof. When he growls my name, I clutch at his arm and let the orgasm sweep over me.

Corvak pulls his hand away and studies our mingled fluids with what can only be pride. "Now you smell like me in your best spot."

That is so fucked up that he's trying to "mark" me. Even more fucked up is how much I like it.

Panting, I slide my thighs together. I feel good, and if it weren't for the incessant humming, I'd probably be relaxed. As it is, the humming in my chest never seems to end, leaving me with a sensation of needing to come again. Which is ridiculous. I'm a little worried that this might be a pattern. What if being on this planet leaves humans perpetually horny? What do I do then?

Other than climb all over a very happy Corvak, of course.

I glance over at him, and the look on the big alien's face is dazed but elated. He wipes his hand down and gives it another pleased sniff before offering me the towel, a downright adoring expression warming his eyes.

There are worse things than a happy Corvak, I decide, and take the towel with a smile. "Shall we go find our comet?"

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

CORVAK

We are being followed.

My senses prick as we travel, constantly on alert for danger. Not that I think the other gladiators are anywhere nearby. They were a clumsy lot, lacking stealth and subterfuge. But there are other dangers out here. As we have descended from the cliffs into lower territory, I have seen great flying birds big enough to swallow Aidy whole. I have seen tracks in the snow made by animals bigger than my mind can comprehend.

And right now? Right now, I am picking up a brand-new scent.

Aidy has not noticed anything yet. She is in a good mood today, her smile as bright as the sunlight overhead. Today she is not fretting about her lack of memories. Instead, she asks me about the races I am spliced from. She is unfamiliar with mesakkah and praxiian both, and those are my primary sources. I suspect I have traces of other races as well, but which ones, I am uncertain. She asks about my tail, and giggles when the stump of it flicks with irritation.

I much prefer Aidy's laughter to her tears. If she needs her pussy fondled every morning to put her mood to rights, I would be honored to do so for her.

"What do you have in mind for our fortress? Are we thinking a cave or something more like an igloo?" she asks, even as the wind drifts with the scent of…something. It is not the gladiators, nor a human, or any species I am familiar with. The smell is foul and growing stronger by the moment.

I glance over at Aidy, unsure if I want to ruin her mood just yet. It might be nothing. I have not heard anything. "I will know it when I see it."

She makes an exasperated sound, glancing over at me. "It would be nice to have a plan of some kind."

"I will plan based on what we have been given. I cannot bet on a cave if there is no cave to be found."

"Mmm, okay, you have a point." She holds onto my arm as we move carefully down a gravel-covered slope and nearly loses her footing. I hold onto her until she straightens, and then she makes a face. "I wish they'd dropped that pack closer to us. What do you think it was?"

I turn my head ever so slightly, looking for scents again. "Whatever it is, we want it first. If nothing else, so we can keep it out of the hands of the others."

"You're scaring me with that kind of talk, Corvak."

I nod, even as my thoughts race about what could be dropped here in a supply crate. All of my ideas of what it could be are terrible ones, though. "I will not lie to you, Aidy. If it is a crate of weapons, we do not want the others to get them."

Her hand tightens on my arm. "Kinda makes me want to run back into the mountains. Just find a nice gopher hole and never come out."

I do not point out that most weapons have heat sensors and targeting, and they would find her easily. Instead, I pause. "Doyou want to find someplace to hide?" Normally I would hate this idea, but normally there is not a strange scent in my nose, telling me that there is something headed in this direction. I do not want to lead Aidy into danger. "If you want to separate, I will find my way back to you."

"What? No. Not at all." She continues to hold onto me. "We're in this together."

I smile at the sincerity of her response. No wonder they put me on suppressants. I am oozing feelings right now. Aidy's smile broadens, and her gaze flicks to my mouth. Is she going to try and eat my face again? At some point she has to realize it's strange, doesn't she? Her gaze slides to the side and she stares at something over my shoulder. "Is that a bit of smoke in the distance?"

Turning, I scan the sky. Sure enough, a tendril of smoke is staining the clouds in the direction we are heading. Is that the package? "I'm not sure supplies should be smoking."

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