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  Blurb

  Life on this planet has become borderline unbearable.

  Most days are like the last, and nothing seems to hold my attention much anymore.

  I need a mate, but I know I must look elsewhere.

  Perhaps this life is destined to be walked alone, though I choose to believe otherwise.

  So I'll find the one that's been mine for thousands of lives before and make them mine again.

  No matter how far I have to travel, no matter how many different worlds I come across.

  I'll know when the time comes.

  Luxil

  Part One

  Chapter One

  I sigh as I watch her from the comfort of my resting pod.

  I've been in love with this girl for most of her lifetime, which has only been a spec of mine.

  I caress the screen, hovering over her cheek, and smile when a blush creeps across it. My secret wish is that she can feel it, crave it, and one day soon, return the gesture.

  Eloise is what others call her, and each time I hear her name spoken aloud, my heart flutters.

  Among other things.

  I run a hand over my face as I lean back in my hanging chair and spread my legs apart.

  My skin flushes, turning from fluorescent pink to light blue. A long, thick tail falls to the floor with a dull thud, then begins to curl from the small tuft of equally blue hair at the very bottom, signaling my arousal.

  One that I've managed to hide so well from the others on Daenus, but then again, no female of our species has ever elicited such desire from me.

  Eloise seems to be molded from the very foundations of the Forbidden Sphere I've watched her grow on.

  The Forbidden Sphere, I think with a low chuckle as I reach a hand down and gather up my tail, slipping it around my fist.

  I clench it tightly and glance down at the growing barb as it pulses, waking from its slumber, becoming thick and rigid as I continue to gently work the nerves of the tail between my fingers.

  A gelatinous pool of clear liquid appears at the tip of the barb, and I quickly swipe at it with a thumb, using it to make the appendage slick enough to begin to stroke.

  My fingers barely wrap around the thick, tough skin, but I manage to take hold of most of it in the palm of my hand and continue to work the nerve endings of my curled tail simultaneously.

  Eloise is undressing, ready for her evening bath, and I watch with shuddering breaths as she slips her top over her head and lets it fall gently to the carpeted floor beneath her feet.

  I take in the curves of her body and how they've been perfectly constructed by whatever god they worship and inhale a tedious breath as she reaches her hands back and begins to unclip the garment that holds the most beautiful, perky globes I've ever laid eyes upon.

  The breath escapes through the tiny slits behind my ears as I grunt and wrap another length of the tail around my fist, giving it a painful tug as she turns to face me.

  I wish you could see me, I think wistfully as the barb grows thicker and longer in my other hand. Another pool of clear, syrupy liquid escapes the tip, and I quickly bring my palm up and over.

  She flips her hair over her shoulders, stretching her arms high over her head, then letting them slap to her side, causing her globes to bounce.

  I grunt as I give my tail another tug and viciously stroke my barb. I want nothing more than to explode deep inside her, fill her with my child and save our race from inevitable extinction, but I have to get to her first.

  For now, watching has been my guilty pleasure, and it's also allowing me to understand the curves of her body so that when the time comes, I won't hurt her more than I know I'm capable of.

  My thin, long tongue darts out of my mouth, laps up the saliva that's been forming from the need to fuck her, and she turns her back to me.

  I watch as she slips her fingers into her lower garment covering and slides them down, bending over and showing me the most magnificent shape I've ever been privileged to see.

  Her succulent backside reminds me of the red, supple treat I see her indulge in from time to time, and like her, I want to sink my teeth into the flesh of it.

  When she stands up again, I grind my teeth together as I continue to work my tail between my fingers, digging my nails into the leathery skin. It's now that I can see the scars on the back of her legs—they're one of my favorite things about her.

  They curve like one of my favorite moons on Daenus, and sometimes, I like to pretend that I gave them to her.

  Not in a harmful way, but perhaps chasing her through the Sileni Crater and rescuing her from the Mournbeast that lurks underneath the astral waters.

  I close my eyes as I slide my tongue back into my mouth and continue working my barb.

  I would pull her free from the waters before they have the chance to shred her delicate human body, and she'd be so grateful for it that she would undress, much like she is now, and lie on her back.

  She'd beg me to fuck her in return for saving her life, and I would. I'd give her more than she could handle, stretching the small cavern between her legs, inhaling her scent, and becoming drunk on the taste of her lips.

  A growl escapes me as a steady stream of gelatinous liquid finally spurts from the top of my barb, splattering against the monitor I watch her from, and I let out a series of shaky breaths, finally letting go of my tail.

  I get up, use my hand to wipe away the mess, and sigh when I see that she's no longer in sight.

  My passion took her from me, and until I have the courage to save the planet, I'll have to keep practicing to prepare myself for the beautiful Eloise.

  Savior of Daenus.

  Chapter Two

  My feet thump quietly against the rocky, cobble road as I make my way toward my favorite whore house.

  The skies above me are a pale lavender today, making the coble road not as structured. It almost feels like I'm walking on waves instead of solid pavement.

  Whenever the stardust does this, I always find it soothing.

  Any way it can try to render us useless or extinguish us faster always brings a small smile to my face, especially when it changes the colors of the sky.

  Without looking up, I know that the lavender has changed to pure white because of the chill that attempts to nip at me and those out and about. Granted, they're probably going to more respectable places than I am, but I must be ready for my Eloise.

  I refuse to shame myself or present as anything other than her perfect mate.

  I breathe in the ever-changing air and cough slightly when specks of stardust become lodged in the slit behind my left ear. I reach up and quickly fish them out, then spit on the cobble as a way to let the gods know that while I do feel the favor they have bestowed upon me, it will take more than blocking my airways to undo me.

  Shaking my head, I turn my thoughts to happier things.

  I'm lucky enough to live in a province where the Daenuri females of our species don't look much like us at all. There are other places on this planet where telling the males from the females is a talent.

  As such, I've never left this particular patch of land and have made it my sole mission to become the kind of mate Eloise would be proud to have.

  So, I practice at the whore house, hoping I won't shame myself when the time comes.

  My hands know my body, but they don't know hers. I don't know if I'll be able to use them to make her feel the way I do when I watch her and tend to my arousal, which bothers me.

  Not that it should.

  Being her mate isn't what the end goal should be, but she's the most beautiful creature on the Forbidden Sphere, and I want to keep her after she helps me save our species.

  I walk purposefully, counting my steps along the way. I don't like to let others see me outside of my pod because they find me to be strange, so I wear a cloak with a hood that hangs low over my eyes to keep their prying gaze out of my sight.

  I shake my head as the whispers begin the closer I get to the pleasure edifice. Most whores can't handle me because being gentle is not one of my traits.

  This means I deal with a lot of whispers and stolen glances when I'm out in the wild.

  I clear my throat and inhale as the three moons that hover over Daenus during the day send a quick blast of stardust through the air.

  Whatever keeps the Mournbeast alive, I think, with a chuckle.

  Three more steps, and I find myself at the entrance to the edifice.

  Once inside, I push the hood off my head and nod to the owner of the establishment.

  He shakes his head with a laugh when my eyes begin to dart around the room.

  "She's here. Find a pod that suits you, and I'll send her in."

  I nod as I reach for the small leather pouch I use to hold my specie in and drop three into his open palm.

  Three times the price for one of his workers, but I know that any females who endure me have earned the extra currency.

  I pull at the string of my cloak as I walk toward a molecular staircase and climb to the highest floor.

  The screams that I elicit from them sometimes draw the most attention, though I know the real reason that I prefer the highest point of this edifice.

  I fashioned the very pouch I carry from the tail of another male who once tried to harm my favorite whore. I carry the currency to pay for my fucks in the main pleasure sensory of another.

  It's as poetic as it is barbaric.

  I watched outside the pod, waiting until I saw it drop between his legs, then rushed into the room and ripped it from the very root of his body.

  I had expected to be exiled after such a thing, but Euclex, the owner, seemed to appreciate the rescue of his most prized whore, and instead bade me welcome anytime I wished.

  Which hadn't been very often.

  Not until I had stumbled upon Eloise one fateful night that I sat in my resting pod, grazing the celestial bodies for a mate.

  I sigh as I walk into the first room near the top of the stairs and close the door partially behind me.

  The population has dwindled substantially over the last moon year. It seems that the gods are angry with us and have decided that unless the proper union is made, we'll be eradicated by the next turn of the Forbidden Sphere.

  One human year.

  It seems like a lifetime to them sometimes, but it's merely less than one of their months to us.

  Time is running out.

  I must leave soon and need one final session in the ways of the flesh before I go.

  Chapter Three

  Zsuzsu enters the room a moment later, and I glance up at her from where I sit on the edge of the pleasure plank.

  She smiles at me as she approaches, and I run my hand back through my dark, blue-tousled hair as I get to my feet.

  "I haven't seen you in a merlet. I was beginning to think you went on your quest," she teases as she pulls at the straps that hold up her dress and lets it drop to the floor.

  Even something so simple is made elegant by the female in front of me.

  While Zsuzsu is tall for the female of our species, she's nowhere near my height, making it easy enough for me to have my way with her.

  "Tonight", I reply in my low, smooth tone. "But first, I wanted one more fuck."

  She comes over to stand in front of me, resting her hands on my shoulders as her smile turns into a smirk.

  Zsuzsu is six-and-a-half feet tall in human measurements, while I stand seven foot nine. I arch an eyebrow as I peer into her pearl-colored eyes and shake my head.

  Giving her a gentle shove back, I glance at the door, then give her a sharp look when I see she's left it ajar.

  Apparently, bedding me in one of the pleasure pods and living to tell about it is a medal of honor she wears proudly.

  "You know better," I admonish as I make my way toward the door, closing it, then turning the lock.

  "That I do, but they need to know that I'm worth the specie," she replies with a smirk, placing her hands on her hips.

  I roll my eyes.

  If she lacked the skills that I need to keep my mind on the task of taking Eloise from the Forbidden Sphere and bringing her here, I'd walk out of the room and leave her to fuck herself.

  I purse my lips, chewing the inside of my mouth for a moment, feeling every sensory nerve starting to flicker to life. Zsuzsu begins to sway toward me as my skin turns light blue, signaling that 'I'm becoming ready for her, and slips her arms around my waist when 'she's in front of me.

  "How would you like me this time, Luxil?" she asks, her voice low and husky.

  With a ferocious grunt, I shove her away, knocking her on her backside, then drop my knees on either side of her, pinning her in place.

  "Useless."

  "What—" I cut her off by wrapping a hand around her throat.

  My tail is attempting to slowly extend, long and leathery, begging to unfurl then curl, but I grind my teeth together to maintain it mostly tucked in.

  "What makes you think I'm so useless, Luxil?" she manages to grunt out as her hands begin to claw at my wrist.

  I smirk as I move the tips of my thumb and finger to cover the slits behind her ears. When her body flushes a deep shade of purple and her pearl-colored eyes widen, she thrashes violently between my legs.

  Zsuzsu no longer has the free will to breathe, and I won't give her any.

  In the pleasure pod, she's mine.

  My commerce that I paid for and will use however I see fit and to whatever end I decide she should see.

  "Are you ready to serve your master?"

  My tone is low, concise, steady, and wrought with warning.

  She should know now that if she continues to fight against me, I'll hold her slits until she fucking dies a used-up whore underneath me, without so much as ever feeling my barb inside of her ever again.

  After one more failed attempt to wring my wrist away, Zsuzsu's hands drop to the floor, and she gives me a nod as best as she can.

  "Good," I say softly as I move my thumb and forefinger away. I get to my feet, pull my leg coverings off, then inhale a devious breath when my tail hits the floor with a thud.

  "You're mine to use, Zsuzsu. I've paid more than enough for the pleasure."

  I reach down for her, collecting her into my arms, then walk toward the pleasure plank, tossing her onto it, then roll my shoulders before I climb onto the bed and hover over her.

  "Impress me one final time, and you'll never have to suffer me again."

  It's a promise I know I'll struggle to keep until I have Eloise with me. Then perhaps, I'll introduce my mate to my favorite whore, and the three of us can be the saviors of Daenus.

  A human and Daenuri populace, learning to live together in peace instead of secretly hunting each other through images and rocket ships sent into the Great Skies.

  Chapter Four

  Zsuzsu's hands wrap around my body, clutching my tail in them, then she gently rubs it between the palms of her hands.

  She wants to entice me into fucking instead of violence, but if she's lucky enough to ensnare me properly, she'll be able to enjoy both this time.

  My body shivers as my tail starts to curl. I keep my eyes on her, watching as she becomes blue with lust. From just beneath my line of sight, I can see my barb starting to grow strong and hard. Pulsing, begging to probe her from the inside out, but I have to be patient.

  Eloise would never be able to survive my slamming into her like we do our females here, and I know that to do something so reckless would end her life.

  "Open your mouth," I instruct her in a shaky tone. As soon as she complies, I whip my tail out of her hands and slip it through her partially open lips.

  Zsuzsu lets out a soft moan as I caress the inside of her mouth, feeling her senses spring to life as I continue to tease her gently.

  As my barb continues to grow, a pool forms on the tip, then gently, slowly, falls against Zsuzsu's taut stomach.

  She whimpers as she lies underneath me, letting me slip my tail further down her throat. The amazing thing about her is that she's so eager to succumb to my deviances once we've established dominance.

  Male Daenuri never use their tails for anything other than signaling arousal, whereas I use mine for every pleasure that can be afforded to me.

  With a grunt, I thrust my tail deeper into her throat, feeling it as it passes through the inside of her body, watching her eyes widen with pleasure as I gently let it lay in her belly.

  "Dirty little whore," I whisper when I realize she's gleaning gratification from the feeling.

  I push it further down, moving it past where it lazily sat inside her, searching for an exit. And when I find it, I merely let the tuft of hair at the tip of my tail tickle the opening of the cavern between her legs.

  "Ugh," she moans as she begins to wriggle beneath me. I smile as I flit the tip of my tail back and forth, letting her revel in the moment.

 

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