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TITLE: Chapter 2: Nauarchus Stranded


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   Nauarchus Stranded: chapter 2 Author: Islador copyright 2006



Nauarchus watched her bow before him and this brought his doubts
about what he was contemplating to the forefront again.  Did he
really want to mate with this native?  He knew that after several
years of being stuck on this backwards world with these
primitives, he wasn't going to get to leave.  He also knew that
if he hadn't crashed here, he would never have a submissive
female to mate with.  

That thought tipped the balance in favor of keeping her for
himself.  He was going to do it if she was going to be willing. 
He stepped forward and motioned for her to get up.  She had been
watching him.  She feared that the more time went by with his
eyes drilling into her that she was not going to be alive for
very long.  His waving hands brought her up and she moved back
onto the mattress.  He motioned for her to spread her legs. 
Trembling slightly, she complied.

He squatted down and brought the laser welder close to her skin,
activating it.  He slowly removed the hair from her skin around
the mounded slit that served as her sexual organs.   He sent
calming waves to her to stop the trembling that developed while
he was doing this.  She calmed down immediately, but continued to
watch what he was doing.  The smell of burning hair filled the
room.  He closed off his nostrils and kept his tongue inside his
mouth during the process. 

When all the hair was gone, he sat back on his haunches examining
the results.  He cocked his head side-to-side looking for any
stray hairs.  Not finding any, he nodded with satisfaction and
stood up.  He stepped over to the control panel and purged the
air system for the room.  He stepped back over to his pet and ran
a finger along her skin.  She shivered from the touch and looked
into those strange reptilian eyes.

"Do you want me, Master?"

Nauarchus thought about it for a moment and slithered his tongue
out to taste the air.  Her pheromone levels were high and the
scent of her excitement was intriguing to him.  Not really strong
enough to compare to his own species output, but it was different
enough to him to bring his own sexual arousal levels up.  His
coloration shifted and the reddish bands became more prominent. 
The pouch that held his shaft swelled and a seam split open to
allow it to extend out.   The shaft slithered out and waved in
the air, as if looking for something.  

Sirona's eyes widened when she watched the slit open up and the
dark red appendage slid out.  It reminded her of over-ripe
mulberries, both for color and texture.  She looked into her
master's eyes but could not discern anything from his expression.
 She began to shiver with dread, thinking about what that thing
would feel like when it entered her.   The size wasn't so scary
but the fact that it was moving and bending scared her.  No farm
animal that she had seen looked anything close to this.

Nauarchus reached out with all four arms and slowly lifted Sirona
off the bedding.  He brought her up to his eye level and gazed at
her.

You are willing to submit to me?  To become my mate?

Sirona thought about those questions for a brief second and
decided that her life with this god or creature would be much
better than anything she could hope for under Roman rule.

"Yes, Master.  I do.  I will be your mate if you will have me."

Nauarchus spent one more moment looking into her eyes, weighing
the consequences of his actions if he did this.  Without the
means to fix his ship, there was no way for him to get home and
his people had no way of knowing what dimension he was in.  He
was doomed to die here and the thought of dying alone was not a
pleasant one.

Then it will be so.  You are my mate.

His hold around her ribcage tightened slightly and his lower pair
of hands slid along the inside of her thighs.  He lowered her
slightly and positioned his member at her opening.  Her breath
caught as she felt the heat from that contact.  His finger pads
were warm on her skin but this felt hot and wet.  

Nauarchus pulled her down a little more and felt his organ begin
to push into her.  The tight ring of her flesh constricted around
the spongy head as it tried to gain further entrance.  He watched
the concentration on her face and she began to sweat.  His shaft
wiggled around a bit to get a better angle and pushed into her
some more.  The head slipped past the tight ring and stopped,
feeling the slight tearing of her flesh as it fully entered her.
He could feel warm liquid seep down the length of his shaft as he
held her still.  A tiny, single tear slid down her cheek as she
bit her lower lip.

Are you in pain, little one?

She nodded her head slightly and a small grin appeared.

"Yes, but it's okay.  It is supposed to hurt the first time.  I
am no longer a virgin."

The word had no meaning to Nauarchus, but he deduced from the
usage that it had something to do with their mating rituals.  He
slowly pushed himself inside of her, feeling the tight ring of
flesh constricting around his shaft.  He could feel her muscles
gripping his shaft as it slithered inside of her.  He continued
to push in until he felt the raised nub of muscle preventing him
from going in further.  The head of his shaft conformed slightly
against this structure and he watched her face for any further
indications of discomfort.  

Sirona felt full and complete with his shaft inside of her.  The
pressure against her cervix sent shivers of pleasure up her
spine.  She smiled and looked into those strange eyes of her
master.  Nauarchus flexed his shaft and felt the muscles
surrounding his contract and expand to make room for his
intrusion.  He interpreted this to mean he could now complete the
mating ritual.  His shaft expanded slightly, stretching her open
more.  He began to ripple the outer layer of muscles to build up
his excitement.

Sirona wasn't sure if she could take the expansion of his shaft
much more.  She had felt full before but now her insides felt
stretched to their limit.  The rippling sensations were starting
to feel good, but her master did not thrust in and out of her
like she expected.  Her excitement leveled off and she tried to
pull off his shaft, but with his hands holding her still, all she
could do was rotate her hips to try and get any friction.

Nauarchus was distracted by her movements and thought that she
was trying to get away from him.

Is there something wrong, little one?

Sirona wasn't sure what to say, but her frustration was building.
 She truly wanted to enjoy this with her master.  This gave her
the courage to speak to his concerns.

"Are you tormenting me?"

No.  Why do you think I am tormenting you? 

"You are flexing inside of me but you aren't thrusting in and
out."

Thrusting?  You require this to complete your mating rituals?

"I need that to get the most from our coupling.  I want to feel
your seed going into me while you do that.  Please, Master?"

Yes, that is acceptable.  I will do as you ask, little one.

Nauarchus lifted her up until the ridge around the top of his
shaft caught on the ring of muscle at her entrance.  He pulled
her down and slid into her until he hit her cervix.  She grunted
when he bottomed out.

"Yes, like that, but faster.  Please, Master."

Nauarchus did as she asked and continued to lift and pull her
along his shaft while he rippled the muscles to heighten his
arousal.  He tuned into her thoughts and began to get a sense of
when she was feeling something particularly intense and
pleasurable.  He sped up his actions as this seemed to make her
feel incredibly good.  Her breathing was becoming ragged and her
heart rate almost doubled.  Her screams surprised him, but he
continued to do as she had asked.  He finally felt the urge to
release his seed, so he convulsed the outer ridge of the head and
pumped it into her with great force.  

Sirona's eyes shot open when she felt him expand inside of her. 
The hot fluid started to fill her.  She felt it pulse against her
cervix and flow out of her as there was no more room inside her
full cavity.  Her orgasm racked her body as she tried to grab
onto his upper arms and wrapped her legs around the lower arms
holding her up.  She screamed with primal pleasure feeling her
master's seed pulsing against her sensitive insides. 

Nauarchus watched her body spasm and felt her contract around his
shaft.  This was not like anything he had ever experienced when
mating before.  The sensation of her grabbing onto him while her
body was wracked with pleasure was pleasant.  




The following day, Nauarchus left her inside the ship while he
went to the surface.  She was sore from their coupling and her
body temperature was up several points.  She was lethargic but
otherwise seemed healthy, so he left her in her room to recover.
He walked the perimeter of his clearing while trying to grasp the
feelings he had over what he had done with her.

In his society, once the first mating ritual was complete, he
would be released from any bond to the female and would go about
his life never having to see that female again.  The only purpose
for mating was to produce offspring and the females were the ones
who took care of raising that offspring.  Females formed informal
groups to help each other with raising the offspring and excluded
any male from interfering with that task.

Walking around the glade, Nauarchus used all of his senses to
ensure that he was alone.  He moved the horse to another location
so it could continue to eat and stay healthy.  It had become
accustomed to his presence and no longer shied away from him when
he led it to the pool to drink.  

He was enjoying the sunlight on his back when the breeze shifted
directions and brought with it the scent of many humans.  The
faint sounds of voices drifted to him and he knew that a search
party had been formed for the one he had killed the day before. 
From the strength of the smells and sounds, he judged that the
time would be short before they came upon his clearing.  He
didn't have time to hide the horse or the signs that it had been
kept in the glade on purpose.  

He had been able to hide from the smaller search groups that had
come through when he had taken the water gatherers, but there
were too many this time.  He contemplated going back to the ship
and donning his power armor.  This presented a problem with his
orders.  He was not supposed to use advanced technology while on
primitive planets with hostile intelligent life.  His personal
feelings on this differed.  These primitives did not have the
infrastructure to duplicate weapons or armor.  On top of all
that, the possibility of his superiors finding him on this rock
was nil.  

His tactic up until now had been to use his natural abilities to
take on these humans in battle, but against large numbers, he'd
have to resort to using his power armor or the projectile rail. 
The problem with the latter was that the portability was poor due
to the power source and magazine for the projectiles.  The power
armor was his only chance against this many opponents.  He needed
to make up his mind what he was going to do quickly.  The
searchers were almost to the glade.  

He turned and went for the ship.  Once inside, he rushed past
Sirona's room heading for the command bridge.  He activated the
ship's combat systems and transferred a powercell to his armor. 
When the ready light came on, the pod door slid open.  He backed
into the pod and waited for the semi-liquid armor to form over
his body.  The blue-white nano-particle armor flowed over his
skin.  Upon total encasement, it activated the breathing
mechanism.  The tactical information display popped up in his
optics.

He stepped out of the pod and checked his range of movement.  He
extended his claws, watching the armor flow over them as they
came out.  Good, he thought to himself.  Now there was nothing on
this planet shy of a volcanic eruption that could harm him. 
Next, he shifted his coloring, satisfied that the armor
transferred the colors to the outside.  It wasn't a perfect
match, since the armor was metallic.

Opening a drawer in the weapons locker, he took out four fighting
blades.  These were his favored weapons for combat.  The cutting
edge curved out of the handle and wrapped around the outside of
his fist.  The blade ended in a tri-lobed spike several inches
long.  The metal these blades were composed of was a special
alloy that allowed them to slice and punch through power armor. 
Nothing the primitives had would stand up to them.  

Stepping over to the sensor display console, he noted that the
searchers had moved into the glade.  There was a small group of a
dozen individuals formed up in a diamond.  The rest spread out in
a single line to either side.  There was one on a horse several
paces behind the diamond formation.  That would be the commander,
he concluded.  He waited until the lead person in the diamond
reached the edge on the pool.  He rushed for the airlock.

He pushed the motion assist function to its limit.  When he
breached the surface, the momentum carried him into the air well
over the heads of the soldiers.  His trajectory placed his
landing directly in front of the commander.  He aimed the blades
in his lower hands for the neck of the horse.  His upper hands
aimed for the breastplate of the leader.  With the combined
weight of his body and the power armor, over one thousand pounds
were behind those blades.  The horse and commander never knew
what hit them.

Blood spurted from the severed neck on the horse, momentarily
blinding Nauarchus.  The upper blades connected on either side of
the commander's head.  Due to the size and length of his blades,
the commander's body was sliced into three separate sections. 
Nauarchus wiped the blood from the eyepieces.  Leaping away from
the bleeding disaster that had been pushing the search group,
Nauarchus aimed his next attack inside the diamond formation.

The soldiers were frozen in shock and abject fear.  The sight of
a color-shifting, liquid metal monster leaping into their midst
was totally beyond their comprehension.  Seeing their commander
and his horse sliced into pieces in the blink of an eye rooted
them in place.  This made it very easy for Nauarchus to wreak
havoc among them.

Nauarchus landed in the center of the diamond formation.  He
reached out with all four blades positioned parallel to the
ground.  Twisting his torso, he beheaded the entire left rear
flank in a sweeping arc.  Before the rest of the formation could
respond, he uncompressed his legs, vaulting away from them.  He
landed and immediately spun around to face the right flank. 
Pushing himself to his full height and opening his arms out wide,
he roared a challenge at the soldiers.  The dual sound chambers
in his throat produced a high pitch screech combined with an
ultra-low undulating trumpet.

Only a small handful of combat veterans managed to keep their
bowels closed.  More than half of the remaining soldiers dropped
their weapons and ran pell-mell into the forest, screaming like
little girls.  Those that remained looked at each other and tried
to reform into some semblance of order.  Nauarchus didn't give
them a chance.

He leapt at the small group in front of him, leading his attack
with all four blades whipping back and forth.  They tried to
dodge his blades, but Nauarchus's ferocity and power overwhelmed
their frail attempts at blocking his attack.  Arms and heads were
sliced off.  One soldier planted the butt of his spear into the
ground, aiming the tip towards Nauarchus's chest.  The soft iron
pilum bent without Nauarchus feeling anything inside his armor. 
He punched the soldier in the face, the curved blade entering the
skull just above the bridge of the nose.

The soldier gave one last spasm and fell away from the blade with
a wet sucking sound.  In less than a dozen heartbeats, eight more
soldiers were dead.  Seeing that their weapons didn't leave a
mark on the monster's skin, the rest tried to escape.  Nauarchus
was in full blood lust now.  He chased them down and cut them
apart.  Only the first to flee survived to tell anyone what
happened.

Nauarchus stopped chasing the soldiers when he could no longer
see their forms through the underbrush.  He circled the clearing
to ensure that no spies remained.  Satisfied that the battle was
over, he surveyed the carnage he had wrought.  The green grass
had turned black in the sun from all the blood.  Vultures and
crows were starting to circle overhead.  The buzz from thousands
of flies filled the air.  Nauarchus tasted the air and shuddered.
 Too much iron and sodium; he did not feel the urge to eat any of
his kills.  He left the bodies for the carrion eaters.

He dove into the pool, washing off the blood and gore.  He
quickly swam down to the airlock.  He was in the mood for
something else besides food.  Once inside the ship, he shed his
weapons and armor.  Sliding open the door to Sirona's room, his
mating colors standing out on his skin, he entered.

Sirona woke when she heard the door open and looked up at her
master.  The red bands were vividly displayed.  His member slid
out of its pouch and began to pulse.  She could smell his
powerful scent and her insides clenched.  She rolled onto her
back and opened her legs for him, her juices already dripping
from her slit.  Nauarchus rippled his display to her response. 
He lifted her off the bed and slid his pulsing member deep into
her.

Sirona grunted, her head falling limp on her shoulders.  Her
hands grasped his arms as she rolled her hips to receive him. 
Their joining was rushed but very satisfying for them both.



Nauarchus finished cleaning off his blades and returned them to
the storage locker.  He contemplated the second mating ritual
with Sirona.  It was much better with his blood lust raging
through his body.  He had left her sleeping in her room.  Her
skin flushed and shuddering from their exertions.  He was
slightly concerned with the lethargy she exhibited after mating.
He wondered if his fluids were affecting her somehow.  There
didn't seem to be any other symptoms, so it probably wasn't an
allergic reaction.  

He sat down in his command chair and accessed the ship's
computer.  He entered the medical analysis from the exam he had
given her.  Then he brought up his own scans.  He had the
computer run a probability algorithm combining both of the
physiological characteristics.  He started the process and
waited.  He wished once again that his ship had been large enough
to contain a simulacrum construct.  At least then he would have
been able to have a conversation over these issues.  Instead, he
had a simple artificial intelligence processor.  It had no real
personality.

While he was waiting for the computer, he went to check on
Sirona.  She was still sleeping.  Her body was no longer
twitching, but the elevated skin temperature remained.  He
squatted next to her and gently slid his tongue along her cheek.
The metallic tang of her skin made him sit back.  His pupils
constricted in thought.  There were traces of iridium and osmium
in her blood.  She had absorbed them from him.  He left her
sleeping form and went back to the computer.

He stopped the algorithm and entered the new data.  Restarting
the process, he leaned back in his chair.  He had already
searched the local area for these metals.  He had found an
iridium layer in the rock wall of the crater.  He had failed so
far to find any osmium.  If he were shedding osmium through his
fluids, he would have to find some soon.  Either that, or stop
mating with Sirona.  Now that he had mated with her twice, he
rather liked it.  It was different than his species, but pleasant
nonetheless.

Nauarchus decided that he would search the dead for food.  Sirona
would be hungry when she came out of her slumber.  He also wanted
to check to see if any of the soldiers had returned for their
dead.  He headed for the airlock but stopped half way there.  He
went back to the weapons locker and retrieved his four blades. 
He decided against the armor this time, he needed to conserve the
powercells.  

He slowed his progress just before reaching the surface.  Tilting
his head back, he pushed his mouth past the tension layer and
extended his tongue.  Nothing but the dead and the carrion eaters
were close.  He couldn't sense anything intelligent within his
clearing.  He slowly exited the pool, startling several buzzards
and crows into flight.  They squawked at him angrily.  He ignored
their protests.  Stepping out of the pool, he proceeded to pilfer
the bodies of precious metal coins and food satchels.  The
carrion eaters had left the latter alone in preference to fresh
meat.

Once he had collected all that he could carry, he dove back down
to the ship.  He placed all but one of the food satchels into his
cold storage unit.  He went through the coins, looking for the
rarest of all--platinum laced gold.  He had found a few coins
over the years that contained platinum and palladium.  No osmium
yet, though.  If he could collect enough of these heavy metals,
his health would return to normal.  None of the coins he had
found today contained what he needed.

Picking up the food satchel, he went to Sirona.  She smiled up at
him when he entered her room.  Her eyes were a little glassy and
her movements slow.  He squatted down next to her and offered her
the food.  

Here, little one, eat.  You need to restore your health.  How do
you feel?

"Warm.  My insides tingle.  You wear me out, Master."

She smiled to let him know she didn't mind getting worn out.  He
rippled his jaw lines in response.

Yes, little one, it was enjoyable for me too.

He stood up and left her to eat her meal.  He checked on the
computer, it was still going over the data with no result as of
yet.  Frustrated with the situation, he sat in his chair and
closed his eyes.

The incessant tones from the computer woke him up.  He leaned
forward to look at the screen.  What the computer had postulated
as the result could not be correct.  He queried the computer to
make sure it had not misstated the outcome.  It assured him that
its analysis of the data was correct.  He sat back and closed his
eyes.  This was not supposed to be possible.  He sent another
query to the computer.  The immediate response was that it didn't
know the answer to that question.  If the computer was correct,
then he was going to have to find more heavy metals.  His
priorities just shifted.

He got up and went to the surveyor equipment storage locker.  He
pulled out a miniature sensor array and a portable computer
module.  Placing them on the chair, he strapped his blades on
once again.  He went to Sirona to explain what he needed to do. 
Once he showed her where the food was stored and the purified
water outlet location, he explained himself.

Little one, I need to find some materials.  They are essential to
our survival.  I do not know where I will find them.  I will be
gone for some time.  Use this time to rest and eat plenty of
food.

Sirona meekly nodded.

"Yes, Master.  I will do as you ask."

Nauarchus ran a finger along her jaw.

I have grown quite fond of you, My Mate.  I will be back.

He stroked her hair one last time.  He went through the airlock
and shot for the surface.



Nauarchus had been traveling at night for the past eight days. 
He was exhausted and getting hungry again.  The last meal he had
eaten on the shores of a huge inland sea had caused him some
trouble.  The natives were apparently very protective of their
catches.  He had to kill several of them before making his way
out of the village.  The nearly bloodless white flesh from the
sea creatures had been very tasty.  Very little iron and lots of
calcium, just what he had needed at the time.

This night he was on the side of a steep mountain in a land
called Bithynia by the Romans.  He watched carefully as a man led
some goats along a small trail down into the valley below.  He
pulled out the sensor array and computer.  He swept the area
again, getting a faint signal a short distance away.  He looked
over the valley again.  Only the one male and his animals were
visible.  

Moving from his resting place, he made his way slowly down the
mountainside.  By the time he made it into the thicker brush
cover of the valley, he could just barely smell the animals and
the unwashed male.  He continued across the floor of the valley
until he reached the base of the next mountain.  He made another
sensor sweep.  He reoriented on the weak signal and made his way
up the side of the mountain.  He found a small outcropping that
had a band of gray running through the center.  He checked it and
his computer told him that it was a fairly rich deposit of
osmium-laced platinum.  

Taking off his backpack, he removed the tools he needed to
extract the ore.  He adjusted the settings on the plasma cutter
and sliced off a section of the rock next to the vein of ore.  He
couldn't help the bright flashes from the cutter and the molten
rock as it fell away.  He looked around to see if his activity
had gathered unwanted attention.  Not seeing anything, he
continued his work.  In short order, he had a backpack full of
osmium rich ore.  Now all he had to do was return to his ship and
his mate.

He pushed himself hard traveling back.  He took several lone
herders and their animals to keep his energy up.  The hardest
part had been crossing the desert terrain.  The lack of moisture
was particularly hard on his body.  The one thing that kept him
pushing so hard was the thought of how long he had been gone.  He
was concerned for Sirona.  If the computer had been correct, she
would need the heavy metals as much as he did.  

His return trek had taken 5 days.  He was totally drained by the
time he reached the pool.  The bones from the soldiers still
littered the field.  The soldiers that had survived the battle
had been too terrified to return for their fallen comrades.  He
dove into the pool, pushing himself one last time to get to his
ship.  Coming out of the airlock, he found Sirona asleep on the
floor.

Wake up Little one, I have returned.

Sirona moaned and rolled onto her knees.  She leaned forward and
caressed Nauarchus's feet, running her fingers along the claws
that extended out.  Her master had returned!  Now her world was
complete once again.  Even in her groggy and weakened state she
felt her slit begin to moisten in anticipation of their reunion.

"My Master!  I am so happy to see you.  I tried to eat and rest
but I feel so weak.  Please don't be angry with me."

I am not angry with you, Little one.  I have returned with what
you need to feel whole again.

Nauarchus lifted her from the floor and carried her to her bed. 
He ran a finger along her jaw.  Looking into her eyes, he could
detect the ill effects of metal depletion.  It was strange seeing
that in a native.  Lowering his head to her face, he slowly
extended his tongue and tasted her skin.  Her taste was not
pleasant.  If he didn't get the metals into her system soon, she
would not survive.

Sleep, my pet.  I will prepare a meal for you

Nauarchus went to the medical lab and began to process the heavy
metals.  He extracted every molecule from the ore and prepared an
amalgam of the heavy metals with carbon and iron.  This would
allow Sirona's system to absorb the metals at a faster rate
without the risk of oxidation.  He prepared a concentrated
portion for himself and quickly swallowed it.  He could feel his
body dissolve the metals and felt the rush in his blood.  He
prepared some dried meats from the storage with the mixture and
brought it to Sirona.

Eat this, Little one.  It will help you feel better.

"Yes, Master.  Thank you."

Sirona grimaced at the taste but after swallowing several bites
she could feel a renewed sense of energy coursing through her
body.  She quickly finished the remainder of the meal and smiled
up at her master.  Her belly full and feeling so much better
after a long period of malaise, she felt like running around the
room.  She felt wonderful.

"Oh, Master, thank you!  I feel so much better now!"

She knelt at his feet and looked up at him with love.  She knew
that she loved her master now.  He cared about her and made her
healthy again.  She had been worried that he wouldn't return
after so many days had passed.  She wanted to show her master how
much love she felt for him.  Rising up on her knees, she reached
out with both hands and caressed the skin on either side of his
pouch.  She ran her fingertips along the seam, massaging the
tightened muscles.  She looked up into his eyes and licked her
lips.

Nauarchus could sense some of her emotions.  He got momentary
flashes of thought pictures from her.  Now that she had similar
blood chemistry, her thoughts were getting stronger and easier
for him to receive.  One particular image stood out among the
rest.  It confused him.  He saw what she wanted to do to him. 
Out of sheer curiosity, he relented and opened his pouch to her.

Sirona felt the muscles relax and she slid her fingers inside the
flaps, searching for what she was salivating for.  The wet heat
from inside his body sent tremors up her arms and her skin
tingled from the contact.  She gently pulled his phallus out of
its protective sheath.  Her fingers danced over the surface as
she lowered it towards her open mouth.  She extended her tongue
and licked the tip.  The metallic tang sent shivers up her spine.
 Opening wide she worked the head into her mouth, careful not to
graze it with her teeth.  She worked her tongue into the flaps
that sealed the fleshy tube.

Nauarchus watched her movements as she worshiped his organ.  This
was so far removed from anything he had ever experienced.  How
wonderfully strange, he thought.  When her tongue wormed its way
into the tip, his body shuddered in response.  The sensations he
was experiencing quickly escalated his excitement.  He reached
down with all four hands, running his finger pads along her skin.
 He got another mental image from her.  He rotated his claws out
and grazed her skin with them, leaving tiny red lines.  He
watched her body spasm in response and the suction she applied to
his phallus increased.

His shaft rippled and pulsed from the stimulation.  Her tongue
swirled around the flaps at the tip.  He couldn't stop himself;
his seed surged out and into her mouth.

YES MASTER!  FEED ME YOUR SEED!  I WANT IT ALL!

Her thoughts suddenly screamed inside his mind.  His pupils
dilated.  His claws dug into her skin while his body shuddered in
release.  Sirona swallowed his seed as fast as she could.  It
filled her belly, forcing her to pull the head from her mouth. 
The remainder of his seed splashed over her face and chest. 
Feeling the sharp pain from his claws digging into her skin, she
climaxed.

Nauarchus had never felt any release as powerful as this one. 
His new mate had strange ideas and pictures flashing through her
mind.  Overwhelmed by her thoughts he had to close off his mind.
Sirona was more than he had ever hoped or imagined a mate could
ever be.  He retracted his claws from her skin, caressing and
smearing the small drops of blood that oozed out.  His gaze
lowered to her and he watched, fascinated by her actions.  She
was rubbing his seed into her skin.  She licked her fingers and
hummed with contentment.

"Thank you, Master.  Your seed is delicious."

Was that something your people do to each other as a mating
ritual?

"I watched my mother do that for my father once.  It excited me
and I had the urge to taste you.  I wanted you in my mouth."

Whatever your reasons were, I thoroughly enjoyed that.  If you
feel the urge to do that again, don't hesitate to do so.

"Thank you, Master.  I won't."

Sirona smiled and licked her lips.  The flavor reminded her of
mushrooms and almonds.  It wasn't as thick as she was expecting
either.  The combination of the food and her master's seed was
having a definite effect on her.  She was hyper.  She wanted to
run around the glade and soak up the sunlight.  

"Master, can you take me up to the glade?"

Yes.  I would like to rest in the sunlight and you may run around
all you want.

He picked her up and carried her to the airlock.  He held her
close and wrapped one of his hands over her mouth.  He swam
slowly to keep her from going into shock from the pressure drop.
Just as they breached the surface she had started to squirm.

I am sorry, Little one.  I have to go slow or it will harm you. 
Your body isn't built to take the pressure changes.  Over time
you won't feel the discomfort. 

"Okay, Master."

He set her down gently.  He looked over the glade and decided
that it was about time to clean up the bones along with the rest
of the detritus.  Sirona was struck speechless as she surveyed
the carnage.  She looked up at her master with a sense of pride.
He was a true warrior if he could lay waste to this many Roman
soldiers and not suffer any wounds.  She helped him collect the
bones.

"Master, may I ask you something?"

What is it, my pet?

"You don't want anyone to disturb you here, right?"

Yes.  Why do you ask?

"If you don't want anyone to ever come here again, you should
build an augury."

What is this augury?  Ah, I see it in your mind.  Yes, my pet. 
Excellent idea.

They collected the skulls and placed them every fifty paces
around the perimeter, hanging them from the lower branches. 
Sirona arranged the remainder of the bones and equipment where
the trail entered the clearing.  She explained to Nauarchus about
hexes.  He was amused by the symbology.  

When they were finished, Nauarchus's body temp had risen to a
comfortable level.  He noticed that Sirona's bare form was
glistening in the sunlight.  She does have a certain appeal, he
thought to himself.  His empty stomach reminded him that he had
not eaten in quite some time.  He told Sirona to enjoy herself in
the sun while he went to feed.

He found the trail that 'his' horse had left after running away
during the fight.  He followed it for a short distance and found
it grazing in a small grove.  He slowly walked towards it, not
wanting to frighten it.  When he was close enough, his venom
laced tentacles shot out and connected.  The horse's legs folded.
 It twitched a few seconds then lay still.  He bit into its neck,
injecting the special enzymes into its bloodstream. 

Once he had eaten his fill, he returned to the glade.  He crept
up to the edge and watched Sirona.  She was dancing in the
sunlight.  He noted the fluid movements of her limbs and the
sheen of sweat on her skin.  She was very happy.  He could feel
her emotions emanating from her.  He soaked them up.  He felt a
sense of contentment watching her.  How odd that I am feeling
this for her, he thought.  I would never feel this from one of my
own. 

He stepped into the glade and Sirona spotted him.  She ran
giggling towards him.  She knelt at his feet looking up at his
face with adoration.  She wrapped her arms around his leg and
squeezed.  Sirona was so happy that her master had returned.  She
was floating in a haze of euphoria from what they had done
earlier combined with the warmth of the sun and the fresh air.

Nauarchus's mouth flaps rippled in amusement.  His tongue
searched the air, tasting the pheromones that emanated from
Sirona.  He responded in kind.  Her nostrils flared and she
breathed in deep.  

"Oh, Master, you smell wonderful.  I love your scent."

He nodded in agreement. 

Yes, my pet, I am fond of your scent as well. 




   
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