He stiffens, a frown creasing his brow ridge. “I am unfortunately aware that all eyes are upon her and her dame. I will make haste.”
Before I can respond, he spins on his heel and tromps out of our quarters. Glancing around, I realize that if he’s successful in luring Queen Watson, we will need to relocate our entire clade from planet side to the battleship. She must be sheltered and protected at all costs. If my scion is successful, this female will make the second queen attached to our clade. Our current quarters will not accommodate more than one precious queen. We have been assigned private space aboard the battleship which sprawls through several interconnected suites. There is more than enough space to ensure everyone’s comfort.
Thinking of being on the ship currently orbiting Earth reminds me that the aerial battles in the space surrounding this planet have been spectacular. It grieves me that I have been locked in combat on the ground and therefore not had the pleasure of manning a fighter myself. Aerial battles in space speak to my soul and are thus my favorite form of conflict.
Old I may be, but the thirst for battle and breeding still prevails over any instinct to curl up in my keep and drowse the day away. Though thoughts of battle hold sway over half of my psyche, the desire to be bred speaks to the other half. My need for a female to call my own has soared to new heights since my eyes landed on the general in charge of Earth’s defenses. She is the mother of the female Korak wishes to mate. Having them both in our clade would make us the envy of every other male on Onello.
Thinking about her has me exiting the shuttle seeking to get a glimpse of her. I make it as far as the loading bay and see her speaking with Mathadar. I fight to keep the grin off my face, because it appears that she is doing more arguing than talking.
General Watson is impressive. I spy all the things in her that a queen should be. She is an accomplished warrior with a chest full of medals, which is how humans count battle honors. I deem it good that humans do not track their prowess in battle by the number of scars that mark their bodies, for General Watson’s smooth tawny skin is a thing of great beauty.
I believe the weaker warriors do not attempt to lure this queen to their side because her bearing reminds them too much of the queens of old. I’m of the old blood, so being chosen by a strong and worthy queen bothers me not. I like the cut of her battle uniform and the way it clings to her curvy female form. My cock does not shrivel to be ordered about by one with a deep and commanding voice. I crave it, thus my balls are always pleasantly heavy when in her company.
For all her wily ways and shrewd military maneuvers, she is still feminine and desirable in my eyes. Her brown eyes sparkle with intelligence, and this one has a daring spirit that reaches out and wraps around my stone cold heart. I snort a laugh at myself. How poetic my thoughts have become since I began pondering this alluring queen.
The best part to my mind is that she gravitates to me and mine, like the gods have guided her to the clade that can best tend her needs. Still, I don’t dare take her under my wing, because that would insinuate she needs my protection. General Watson is far too bold and independent to allow such a gesture.
Truth be told, she fights well for a human. That fact alone earned her my respect. Unfortunately, the ’verse is filled with creatures that could snap her neck in an instant. Do I say this out loud? I dare not because I do not wish to do anything to drive her away. Nay, I only wish to draw her closer until one day she falls upon my cock and smiles up at me.
A familiar voice sounds off nearby, interrupting my thoughts. “I know not of where your mind wanders, my friend. However, your expression is not that of a warrior with his mind on making war. You have the look of a male wishing to be bred.”
I don’t bother to take my eyes off the queen who has been occupying all my