The Varkari

Bartering

I woke up to him carefully licking my throat, I assumed to remove the blood, and rubbing my clit again with a steady purr. I was very sore, inside and out.

And not high.

My voice was hoarse, probably from being a chew toy. "I...I would like to get up."

Slowly, Rahzgaur lifted his weight off of me, rolling to his side, cock sliding out. Our combined fluids ran down my leg and I struggled to sit, looking down at his metallic semen. I shivered, remembering how it had been primed in his heavy balls. I glanced at him quickly to find him staring at my pussy with unveiled hunger and his shaft thickening again. I did not see the glint of his seed yet and wondered briefly if he could control it.

"I will help you. You need to 'go to the bathroom'?"

I lifted an eyebrow at the way he had said it, snapping out of my thoughts. "Yes?"

"I had a bathroom bowl installed for you," he said.

"A what?" Now I was really listening.

He motioned for me to follow him into the bathroom and I followed, my hands attempting to cover my breasts and crotch. It was a moot point since he had already seen everything and his cum was smearing between my thighs. I was not so intoxicated this time to miss the toilet-like structure in one corner. There was no tank, however, just a wide rim for perching.

"We do not make waste the same way humans do. I read that you may need to make use of this three or four times a day. There is no flushing because the nanos destroy everything."

There was an awkward silence before I cleared my throat.

"Are you becoming ill?"

I rolled my eyes. "No, it's a cue for you to leave. Women don't like to be watched when they...uh...make waste."

"I see," he narrowed his eyes, suspicious that I might try to abscond once more. "I will fetch you more food, then we will mate again."

I lifted my chin. "I do not want to mate again."

"You will not be able to stop yourself. My venom binds us together, but it is the proteins in my seminal fluid that act as an aphrodisiac-"

"That's enough. I don't want to think about it...except..."

He tilted his head slightly to one side as his golden eyes watched me carefully. I felt the blood tinge my cheeks pink in embarrassment at the way I had clutched him to me the night before, my legs tight around his hips to keep him as close as possible. "Why are you changing color? I was not made aware of this property of humans."

I wanted to laugh, but the situation was too weird for such levity. "W-what are the success rates of...mating?"

"Completed matings have been reported at ninety-eight percent resultant. The two percent were due to females who were not fully healthy on physical exam or who were not bred during ovulation."

I closed my eyes and steadied myself. I might have had so much more time if I had not gotten car sick on the damn ship. Now? It was probably too late. I could not be pregnant. I could not be a carrying a human half-beast.

"I should be able to determine if you are with kit within a week or so. To make sure that our chances are highest, I intend to breed you multiple times."

I gripped the side of the counter as hard as I could. "Does what I want matter to you at all?"

He turned to leave the room, my eyes following the dotted line up his long spine. "As long as you want me, we are mutually benefited."