The Varkari

The Mating

"Say something!" I shouted, my free arm getting drawn downward by a new vine.

His lip curled to reveal one canine. "Do you understand how foolish you are, human?"

My hands fisted and I strained against the vines, hearing one give, but the others just tightened down. I tried to look away, but his eyes were magnetic.

"On Earth, humans are considered the apex predator. Here, the Varkari are just one of many."

"What do you think my options are?" I whispered, not even caring that I was being wrapped up like a present and he was watching it happen. Maybe he had finally realized that I did not want him and he did not want me.

"You would rather be bound and eaten by carnivorous insects and this molgruth than be my mate?"

I gulped. He did not make it sound nice. Essentially, that was it, wasn't it? I would rather meet my end on an alien planet than be lorded over by a male who saw me as cattle. I looked away from him finally. If he made the decision to walk away, I would not regret mine.

I heard his footsteps, but they approached me instead.

Whirling my head back to defend myself, I watched him sever the vine with an angry swipe of his claws. Those same claws hurt, but did not prick my skin as he hauled me from the pitted ground and exhaled through his nose, willing those spikes to disappear. Once they did, I was pulled up against his chest with my thighs straddling his hips.

He was so warm, which was a striking contrast to the cold, damp soil I had just been on. Admittedly, I shivered into him with a slight sigh of relief as he marched back toward his house. His anger was boring into me like a drill and I felt like I needed to apologize or say something, but I was a little preoccupied with how my lips were buzzing.

The walk was long and I was worn out from my sprint so I just put my cheek on one of his huge traps and let him carry me, inhaling his intoxicating scent. He had rolled down to a simmer by the time we entered the front door, though he was still tense. He went straight back upstairs and, to my surprise, right into his bathroom.

The Admiral set me down and I swayed a bit, fighting the urge to tip sideways as the walls tilted. He froze and blinked at me.

I looked at the floor and became confused, concerned that it was wavering and undulating like the ocean. The Admiral was pawing at me, big hands on my buzzing flesh. He then sliced my dress right down the front and I gasped, covering my breasts with a forearm and crotch with the other hand. His freaky, glowing eyes narrowed on my chest and then he was plucking up my hand to analyze my palm.

"Of course you did," he rumbled with a groan. "Get in." He nodded his head toward the bath, which was now laden with an armful of those impressively unique flowers.

Slowly, I turned and shuffled toward the bath, thinking it looked and smelled really nice, only to hear a small growl and feel his hands steadying me as I stepped in. His growl also felt really nice.

I moaned as the heat seeped into my bruised and sore body. The Admiral disappeared for a while and when he came back, he had two glasses. And he was totally naked.

Even though his skin was glowing with a silvery hue and his horns were glittering amethyst, my eyes were drawn past his square jaw to his massive chest that had carried me multiple times, bulging arms that could tear a beast in two, rippling abdominal muscles tapering down to a slim waist and powerful legs. Between them was a cock like nothing I had seen in porn before the takeover.

The overall shape was similar to a human's, but there was a bulge near the base and the head seemed to move even as I stared at it. His scrotum held a pair of testicles, but I swore I could see metallic lavender pulsing inside and creeping up the erect shaft. I gulped.