Page 19 of Vikingr
"Do you think Peritans and Vikingar could be compatible, like we are with you?" I asked Clefft.
"It is likely. The Intergalactic University did a study not long ago, listing all species they thought were physically compatible enough with Peritans - although that does not automatically mean they can produce offspring. Their list mostly looked at a similar physical shape and basic cultural compatibility. I am almost certain that the Vikingar were on that list."
"Are you able to verify it for certain? That our two species can produce...offspring?"
What a cold word for such an emotional issue.
Clefft nodded enthusiastically. "I believe so. I'll need some samples from several Vikingar males, the more, the better. We already have enough Peritan data, thanks to our long-standing cooperation."
I felt like jumping up and down with excitement. But why? Why did I want to help the aliens who'd abducted me? Was I suffering from a very rapid case of Stockholm syndrome?
"I guess we'd have to contact the Vikingar," I said slowly. "Make sure that's what they want. And then I have to talk to Pam, convince her that we want to add some sexy Vikings to our roster. She's hired new assistants, so we'd have the capability to expand our database.It'll give us a new marketing angle. Women who aren't into kilted Highlanders - no offence - might like axe-wielding Vikings instead."
Clefft looked a little confused, as if he couldn't understand why any woman would choose a Viking over someone like him. Granted, until today, I'd always thought that being matched to an Albyan was the best possible outcome - four arms were better than two. All our matched ladies agreed on that. Four arms and 'special equipment' under the kilt. I'd blushed the first time I'd been told just what Albyan dicks looked like. Spoiler alert: they had petals that opened after climax to make it impossible for the couple to part for several hours. Knotting, they called it.
I felt my cheeks grow hot and quickly looked out of the huge window again, watching as Earth grew bigger and bigger.
"Do you want me to talk to Donail?" Clefft asked, oblivious to my naughty thoughts. "I can suggest a change of plans. We could hail the Vikingar ship, explain what we might be able to do for them. But it's all down to you. They abducted you, so I'd completely understand if you don't want to be involved. I get a little eager when it comes to scientific possibilities and-"
"Do it," I interrupted him before I could change my mind. "Just make sure they won't abduct me again. Two times were enough for me."
Once Clefft had left, I leaned back into the comfy chair and closed my eyes for a moment. I was exhausted. I'd done more exercise today than I had in years. All that running from Njal...
Right after the Albyans had rescued me, I'd thought I'd never see the Vikingr again. Now, it looked as if I might not only see him, buthelphim and his people. What a strange turn of events. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. My emotions were all over the place. Especially when I thought of how they'd lost their families, their friends, everything. It was hard not to feel bad for them all. But was it enough to forgive him for abducting me, for holding me on their spaceship against my will? And for whatever he'd planned to do with me later? He'd wanted to wipe my memory - not that I'd have let him do that without putting up a fight.
His surprised expression flashed before my inner eye, his shock when I'd kneed him in the balls. It had felt so good to do that - but now, I felt slightly guilty for it. He was acting in desperation, trying to find a future for his people. Wouldn't I do whatever it took to ensure the survival of my species?
I wondered who Njal had lost. Had he been mated? Was he a widower? And what about children, his parents, friends? Gone, everyone gone. My eyes burned. When I wiped them, my fingers were wet. Why was I crying for my abductor?
Stockholm syndrome, had to be. It also explained why I was craving to see him again. Just one last time.
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Njal
Iwas so close to erupting all over my hand when I got the call from the bridge. With a sigh, I pulled my breeches up and washed my hands. My hard cock rubbed against the fabric, and it was almost enough to bring me over the edge. If Rune hadn't made it sound so urgent, I would have finished.
The cold shower hadn't helped. It had only made it worse. Every time I blinked, I saw Steff. She filled my thoughts, no matter how much I tried to distract myself. She'd put a spell on me, and now she was gone. If she'd been here, I wasn't sure if I'd been able to control myself. The urge to mate with her was too strong. To bend her over and stake my claim.My mating axe was growing under a thin layer of skin. A clear sign that my body was preparing itself for my mate. Except that I hadn’t found her yet.
Maybe I should visit Klav and have him run a medical scan. There was something wrong with me. I was lusting over a female who wasn't my mate, couldn't be my mate. It was ridiculous. I wasn't a horny teenager who lost control of his hormones. I was a Vikingar warrior. This was unacceptable.
Hoping that nobody would notice my erection, I hurried to the bridge.
"The Albyans are hailing us," Rune announced as soon as I entered. "They say they have an important message for us."
"I bet they'll threaten us with contacting the Intergalactic Authority," I grunted while taking my seat. "Have you traced the source of the transmission?"
Torsten nodded. "Slightly closer to Peritus than us, but we'll catch up with them soon. We're faster. If needed, we can engage them in battle in four clicks."
"No! As long as Steff is on their ship, we will not attack them, is that clear?"
Silence and confused stares followed my words. Then they saluted and turned back to their consoles.
I clenched my fists. I was losing control. More of these outbursts and they'd all realise. My authority might get questioned. There could be a mutiny.
I had to get a grip.
"On screen," I commanded. "Let's see what they have to say."
