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“No, that is all. I just happened to be in the area and wished to check in on our guest’s progress. Thank you, Nijello.”
“It is my pleasure,” he replied, the door closing as he turned and strode back into his chambers.
Arkness made his way back down to ground-level and stepped out into the warmth of the sun’s rays. Something odd was churning in his gut. Something unusual and unfamiliar. Something triggered by this woman. Thishumanwoman. He realized what it was. Hewantedher.
I am of age. I am superior to the others, destined to be a companion for the next of our women to travel beyond our city. I have trained my whole life to be a perfect mate. Why should I have to wait to visit a strange land to fulfill that destiny?
He walked a little taller, head held high, chest puffed out with a renewed surge of confidence and bravado.
Yes, this is my right. My duty, even if Rykker was also present when I found her. But this woman has stirred something within me, and I will do what I must to make her my own.
His cock swelled without warning, as if giving him permission, even encouragement, in his newly decided quest. Arkness felt his length growing harder by the second, reinforcing what his gut had already decided. But this was distracting. Uncomfortable. Uncomfortable, and likely to draw attention if he continued to walk around at full-mast.
He shifted course, making a direct line for a public restroom facility. They were all over the area, small and blended with the city’s architecture, designed to be quickly accessible so no one ever even considered relieving themselves in public.
Arkness had something else in mind.
He entered quickly, sealing the door behind him and activating the lock system. He then leaned over the toilet area, one hand against the wall, the other pulling his rigid cock free in a single motion, the rippling bands running from base to tip of his alien manhood fully engorged and pulsing in a steady wave. He squeezed and felt tingles of pleasure shoot through his body.
“Nnngh,” he groaned in the soundproof compartment as he began stroking his length faster and faster, his pre-cum acting as an impromptu lube as he quickly jerked himself closer to completion.
It was crazy, how fast he had become aroused. Maybe as a boy he might have reacted like this, lacking control over his own body, but this? What could?—
The last lingering remnants of Olivia’s intoxicating scent registered with his brain, his cock swelling even more as his balls pulled close to his body.
“Ohhhh!” he growled, a hot geyser of cum blasting out of him, hitting the wall hard in spurt after spurt until his balls were finally drained.
Arkness stepped back, breathing hard, and tucked his softening cock away in his trousers, mission accomplished. He could now walk the streets without a massive erection leading the way like a blind man’s cane.
He glanced at the huge load of jism sliding down the wall. It was a lot. Far more than usual, that was for certain. Whatever was going on with his body and the newcomer, he was looking forward to exploring what more might come of things. He opened the door and stepped out, knowing the auto-clean would sterilize the restroom top to bottom, no judgment, just a simple utility unit without criticism or comment.
With a slight spring in his step and the unfamiliar sensation of possessive need in his gut, Arkness walked off, a lingering warmth in his balls, and the newfound glow of hope in his heart.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
As it turned out, lunch with Arkness was less intimate than the man had intended. Not for lack of planning, but because Overseer Zoldana requested Olivia’s presence that afternoon. As a result, the private trip he had to a secluded and quite beautiful spot outside the city walls had to be changed to a pleasant, but in no way romantic, lunch at a picturesque outdoor café frequented by the older generations.
It seemed, she learned during that low-key outing, that only a handful of the most prime, strong, intelligent, and skilled men ever had the honor of being selected into the mate training program. Those lucky few would spend their days absorbing all manner of knowledge with which they might hope to be selected as an eligible female’s mate. While hope for Infala bonding was always present, the likelihood was slim among their kind, and even the pheromonal pairing was a powerful yet rare occurrence.
So it was the men prepared to impress potential mates outside their city’s borders, ready and quite willing to do whatever it took to succeed in their mating goals.
As for the other men, of which there were a great many, they resigned themselves to a comfortable but partnerless life,though many did choose to leave to take their chances at finding a mate on their own. Of course, same-sex unions also occurred on occasion, as was typical of many races throughout the countless systems.
Arkness, however, was from the former camp, and his attentions were very clearly focused on the unusual and disquieting woman who had graced him with her presence, even if only for a short respite before heading off to meet with Zoldana. It was of no concern. There would be plenty of time to prove his worth and make her his own.
Olivia had found herself quite taken with him, her attraction to the alien man growing quickly, much to her surprise. There was just something about him that she found impossibly alluring, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Yes, he smelled incredible, but it felt like there was more to it than just that.
“I look forward to our next outing,” he had said when she took her leave.
“Me too. This was really nice,” she replied, almost tempted to lean in for a quick kiss. But not here. Not in public surrounded by so many solo males. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?”
“You most certainly will,” he replied, his gaze setting her belly aflame, as well as the regions further south.
Olivia had regained her composure by the time she met with Zoldana, and it was a good thing. Their conversation was not of a light and casual nature, but rather dealing with a most serious matter, indeed.
“I see you’re healing well,” the older woman said with an approving look at her guest’s new tattoos. “Nijello did excellent work.”
“He really did. And the healing system in my room really sped things along.”
