Chapter 2

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.