Zasha's Capture (manxman)

Chapter 2

 Gowron was dying. He could not believe he had been so careless. 

He was only on this planet to observe and scout, but he had been distracted by a luscious smell in the air. Deep inside enemy territory, the place where he most needed to be free from mistakes, he had made a fatal error.

 He had stood to taste the air with his tongue, that moment of distraction was all it had taken to be spotted by an archer. A moment was all it had taken to be pierced by an arrow. A moment was all it had taken to be mortally wounded.

 Even so, in the first moments of his injury his training had allowed him to evade capture as the alarm went up. That sweet smell still taunting him as he lost more and more blood. He covered it best as he could as he fled, not wanting to leave a trail to be followed.

He stumbled, noticing the sound of the ground he fell on was unusual. 

Brushing aside vines, he miraculously found a door hidden on the forest floor. He grasped it, pulling it open with the last of his strength. 

He tumbled inside, crawling as far as his weakening body would allow him, following the sloping passageway until it opened into a room. He moved to the farthest end from the entrance and leaned back against a stone wall.  

 Finally free from that torturously sweet smell, he sank into unconsciousness.

A scraping noise followed by loud, wracking sobs, disturbed him as he lie waiting to die. That damn smell was back, filling the air as he pried his eyes open to watch a small figure crawling on the floor. 

Its small arms were outstretched, trying to feel its way in the pitch black. Hmm, it seemed these creatures were at a disadvantage in the dark. Too bad Gowron would die with that knowledge.

The creature was sobbing uncontrollably. It disturbed him for some reason. He had the urge to pet and comfort the small being.

 It was an alien feeling. Breathing became more difficult. That sweet smell from earlier had returned, filling the stone cavern, mingling with the smell of the earth.

It was coming from the small creature.

Gowron could see places on the creatures body that were warmer than normal. There were tracks down the creature's face, where tears were flowing.

 When the creature stood, its slender arms and delicate hands crawling over the wall, Gowron could tell that the creature was a male, despite its size. The heat patterns radiating from its groin announced that he had recently felt ecstasy.

Gowron's eyes widened when the creature presented him with its back. There was a warmth radiating from an intimate place there, too.

  The creature was very small, yet Gowron sensed it was not a child. The way it moved was too mature, and Gowron could see tiny traces of heat in a feathery pattern extending from the creatures head. 

He knew enough about the creature's race to recognize the sign for adulthood. Gowron knitted his brows as the small male's fingers sank into a recess in the wall, accompanied by a sound of triumph.

A light flashed, hurting Gowron's eyes and blinding him for a second, before allowing him to see outside of the infrared spectrum.

It was truly a lovely image to behold before death took him. 

Long hair flowed, reaching the creatures slender hips. It was a deep rich purple, only a few shades off black. There were two braids at each temple. The braids connected as they reached the base of the creature's skull, forming into one, larger braid. Bits of leaves and grass were here and there in the mussed coif.

Flawless skin in a shade of soft lilac, unique even for the creature's purple skinned race. A small heart shaped face, and full cupid's bow mouth that was a few shades darker than the lilac skin.

 Gowron could see that shade was mimicked on a nipple peeking out from the open front of the creature's soft green tunic. He wondered if that same shade graced more intimate areas.

The small male appeared to have a slight softness to him, unlike the warriors that Gowron had seen. He was sure that skin would give way very pleasantly to slightly forceful caresses.

  As the creature turned to face him, Gowron was granted a full view of the male's face. Its eyes had lovely violet irises. Its eyes were enormous. And not just because they were wide with terror and shock, as they noticed Gowron's presence in the room.

A strangled sound escaped its throat as the antennae on its head quivered and laid back in fright and apprehension. It shrank back against the wall, trembling and scooting away from him.

Gowron felt suddenly bereft; he did not wish to be the cause for such distress to the tiny male.

"Shhh. I wish you no harm." He addressed him in the common tongue.

Gowron did not even have the strength to shrug deprecatingly, so he just nodded his head towards his wound. "Even if I did, I could not act on it in my condition."

"You..." The creature's voice was shaking badly.

 "I...I am dying. I'll not harm you."

"You're dying?" The male said, still trembling, but at least able to finish its sentence.

Gowron chuckled. It hurt. He closed his eyes and allowed his tongue out to taste the air, the delicious, sweetly saturated air.

"Yes. Very soon I believe."

"I'm sorry." The creature was crying again. No wracking sobs this time, just gentle tears rolling down his cheeks.

"How many cycles are you? You almost look like a child." Gowron's pain was fading. He was sure that his time was approaching.

"I'm twenty eight cycles." The creature seemed to have stopped crying. Gowron was glad. He wanted to hear more of that voice, to let it usher him into death.

"Is that an adult in your race?"

Yes, just like this, engulfed in this wicked, teasing smell, speaking to this beautiful, exotic being. It would not be too bad to die this way.

"Yes, though I still look like this." The voice was closer. "I'm...different."

"Hmm." Gowron could not seem to form words. Small hands touched his wound as he slipped into death with a smile on his face.