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He turned back to me. "Let's continue while we wait. How breakable are Peritan females?"
"Breakable?" I gaped at him. "What are you planning to do?"
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Skitr. It wasn't going well. She clearly didn't trust me, which meant I couldn't trust her responses to be the truth. She wasn't a Vikingr who I could trust not to lie. She was a Peritan and they had other rules. I'd not found anything in the IGU information specifying that they were particularly deceitful, but with the way she was glaring at me, I was starting to think that the IGU had got a lot of things wrong. They hadn't mentioned that Peritans would be this violent. She'd threatened to cut off my cock. She'd kneed me in the balls. And right now, her blazing eyes were promising yet more violence.
I loved it. She was everything I'd hoped for. Once I found my mate, I'd have to tame her a little bit to keep my cock and balls intact, but I'd make sure not to suppress that fiery temperament.
"I asked because I want to make sure I don't accidentally hurt a female," I clarified.
"Like when you knocked me on the head?" she hissed.
"I did not hit you. I injected you with a sedative to make the journey more pleasant for you. I assumed you'd never been ported before and I know it can be scary the first time."
She blinked at me, and I watched with satisfaction as some of that blazing anger drained from her.
"Next time, ask first. You don't just sedate people."
I smiled at her. "I shall take it under advisement. Now please answer my question."
"You want to know how breakable we are? Very. You shouldn't even touch me. You might break one of my bones. We're very breakable, but... but don't think that we're weak. If you invade Earth, we'll fight tooth and nail. You won't stand a chance."
Knowing exactly what she was doing, I simply continued smiling. It felt strange. My muscles barely remembered how to move that way.
“I already told you, I’m not planning to invade your planet. Why would I? We don’t want to live there. The Valkyr is our home.”
Even before Jörð had been destroyed, I’d preferred travelling through space over living planetside. Sedentary civilian life wasn’t for me. Or so I’d thought. Now, I sometimes wondered what it would be like to settle down – but it was no longer possible. Our home was no more. I would raid until I died in glorious battle, joining my ancestors in the halls of Valhalla.
“Then why are you asking me all these questions?” the female demanded.
“I might tell you if you’d actually answer my questions. But since you’re not, I don’t feel any obligation to give you that information.”
That was only half the truth. I was also worried that she might bruise my balls again if she found out.
She didn’t respond, just glared at me with those fiery green eyes. I had always perceived green as a soothing, calming colour - until I’d met her.
“Is there anything else Peritan females need to survive besides regular meals?”
“And besides air to breathe and water to drink?” she deadpanned. “We need our beauty sleep, I suppose. And we don’t thrive in captivity, so you should let me go before I wither and die.”
“Beauty sleep?” I echoed. “You need to sleep to maintain your beauty?”
She had to sleep a lot. With her sparkling eyes, curly ebony hair, ample curves and wide hips that were very suited for breeding, and skin the colour of the sand on Valendis, she was one beautiful female. Not that I’d tell her that. I didn’t want her to grow even more in confidence.
Steff took a few sips of the expensive glacier H2O I’d had the Valkyr serve. According to the IGU database, Peritan bodies were full of H2O and regularly needed to replenish their supplies. Luckily, I was a gazillionaire who could afford to buy the purest available liquid. Only the best for my mate – once I found her. I should check in with Torsten soon to see if he’d made any progress in locating suitable females for us.
“Did you not hear the second part? Humans can’t survive in captivity,” Steff snapped. Oh, how I hoped that my mate would be just as fiery as her.
“I know that’s a lie,” I said softly. “I’ve read several IGU reports about unsanctioned experiments, illegal abductions and Peritans sold into slavery. I will accept that you cannot thrive in such conditions – just like all species – but there is no evidence that it will be deadly.” My smile disappeared as I returned her glare with a hard look. “Don’t lie to me again.”
“Or what?”
“Are you sure you want to find out?”
She lasted several clicks before she averted her eyes, looking at her empty drinking horn. That reminded me, where was the food? It seemed the Valkyr’s hospitality algorithms needed an upgrade. We’d been more focused on improving our weapons, cloaking and porting tech after receiving the inheritance. Errik had installed a new ale brewing apparatus, but nobody had been bothered to enhance the ship’s hospitality system. We ate what the Valkyr offered and usually that was enough. Everyone being part of the same species helped in that regard. But now that we’d soon have Peritans on board, it was a good idea to cater to their tastes and requirements as well. I didn’t want my future mate to get sick if Vikingar food didn’t agree with her.
