Dark Nine [18+]

Chapter Thirteen

I sit and try to think. Seriously.

But all I can think about is something kind of ri-dick-ulous, yep, all I can think about is how the nine Kors all have beautiful dicks. The colours of their shafts, every kind, invisible, or gold, silver, grey with black or gold stripes, dark night-green, light terra-blue... each shaft large, ribbed and... well, E was tasty.

E didn't let me explore him long enough without causing me to stop due to the judgemental look on his gorgeous, handsome face.

There was something about them, those sharp eyes – if they were judging you, it was hard not to notice. And it was no big deal, what Venus said, right? Independent creatures fucking an emotionally dependant 'human' female. Don't overthink the consequences of that dynamic, Diana. I try to reason with myself but I just can't stop thinking about...

...their giant cocks... iron hard, perfect Kor weapons when they were horny.

Nine Kor dicks. And their long shafts weren't their only perfect weapon.

The taste of their venom had a special unique kick to every Kor.

Every flavour was a universal gift, wish, promise, idea, an open door... Kor power.

I don't think it was chemical.

I think they had some kind of Kor essence... core... soul... like star dust but 100 percent star dust.

I currently sit naked on grass, underneath an overhanging gigantic fern, looking out at more sticks and giant ferns and spongey moss.

Protected Planets were green, comfortable, safe and great places to hide.

Albeit, I wasn't hiding, not this time, I was just... decompressing.

I hold my knees to my chest, as the green ferns provide me with just enough shade to keep out the sweltering temperatures.

The cave isn't too far off, I only ventured marginally deeper into the forest of Planet Mercy, because a lot of the ground was steep and rocky, so it was hard to get far without having to climb or grapple with vines and slippery trees. I wasn't a monkey, and I had no desire to look like one, so here I was, grudgingly fern bound, thinking about being an Empress and mated to nine men with nine dicks and razor sharp canines... or were they fangs? Mars scraped and bit into my neck when we fucked, mercilessly, when I said do whatever you want to me. Did I regret it?

N-no...

And their beautiful cocks. Oh my...

And their beautiful promise as mates.

And being the most 'valuable' female in the universe, the only one the Kors could mate with.

I put IIA off our backs for now, being a Dark Nine and pregnant, at least I had the free will to decide if my altered DNA was a crime or not.

And I'll be perfectly honest, I still wasn't sure.

But I did, perhaps foolishly, consider the Kors my friends now.

And Dark Ninth my home.

48 hours later and that's where my free thoughts had taken me... cocks... venom... belonging to and bound to another eco-system... how did this happen to me again? When I had originally wanted complete and total freedom?

That's why I was trying to think clearly.

I just had to breathe, breathe and think, think and recognise that I couldn't be a naïve travelling wide eyed 'I don't know, I don't understand' human any longer.