"Little shit better still be alive."

I wedged in through the metal flap on the side of the shuttle.

According to the comm on my gauntlet, the razkur's heart was still beating, but the occasional tiny red blip hardly qualified as comforting.

Arctic Haze was still unconscious on the floor.

I managed to stabilize the glass shard and slow his bleeding before jury-rigging a barely functioning vital signs monitoring device with components from the shuttle's life support system and the razkur's helmet.

It was the best band-aid I could fashion in a handful of minutes.

Arctic Haze's condition left me with no choice but to scan the terrain we crossed and backtrack alone to collect our lost medical supplies.

"Dammit," I hissed as I crouched beside him. I twisted my ankle, scaling down the mountain.

Fortunately, I didn't encounter many minions, or any Graven. However, it was all out pandemonium by the monastery. I couldn't see anything beyond a giant wall of vines.

On any other day, I would have charged in, hoping to slaughter as many as I could.

Arctic Haze came first...

I retrieved the first aid syringe and carefully rolled the razkur to his side.

"Don't worry," I clicked softly in his limp ear. "The cap was secure. I double-checked. The needle is sterile."

I pressed the tip into his neck and let the compound do its work.

The razkur shivered as I jabbed in a pair of pre-prepared tweezers to pluck the glass out.

Pale pink blood flooded out until it stopped, and his skin started to seal up.

"There you go," I exhaled in relief.

"Lor," Arctic Haze whispered.

I rolled him over and couldn't help grinning when he blinked.

"You're ok," I eased him up. "I found a syringe. You'll be up and bitching in no time."

Arctic Haze chuckled with a cough.

"How? I thought everything fell out."

"It wasn't that far, the hardest part was -"

"What!? Why would you give them an opportunity?!" Arctic Haze's ears shot up as he cut me off.

"You were dying," I growled and reared up on my knees.

"But you were alive and reasonably safe," Arctic Haze snapped back. "Why throw it all away?"

"Throw it away?!" I stood up and backed away from the ungrateful little shit. "We're fucked! The least I could do was not sit on my ass and watch some pissy ingrate bleed out and lure in more monsters!"

"Yes, the least!" Arctic Haze shot to his feet and veered his idiotic face at me. "Why put your life needlessly on the line?! There are more important things to be concerned about than fabricated glory!"

He flung his hands in the air with the audacity to snarl and bare his teeth.

"While you're at it, you can flaunt me off," Arctic Haze just kept on digging. "Round everyone up to come see the lucky male, clever enough to have you to look after him! I'll be no different than one of your macabre trophies. Just twirl me around at parties while loading me up with pouches of younglings!"

"I do not need you or any other male to bear my offspring!" I grumbled in his irritatingly symmetrical face.

"Yeah! Well!" Arctic Haze shouted. "I forgot about that!"

He panted, out of breath, with his eyes wide.

Then his mouth was on mine as he lifted me easily and slammed me against the wall.

Shit, he's strong!

Tools fell and broken metal parts clanked to the floor.

I had no idea his hands could feel this good!

Arctic Haze jerked me higher, then he kicked the comms station to our side clear of supplies.

I knew razkurs were more powerful than they appeared, but this was the first time I ever felt light in someone's arms.

His upper lip curled and then he pinned my wrists above my head, spun my torso around and bent me over the comms panel.

In a flash, his claws sliced through my loincloth, and before I could claim my next inhale, the razkur was sac deep inside me.

"Abura below," Arctic Haze grunted and pried my thighs wide. "You're so fucking snug!"

His shaft sank to the base and I couldn't break free.

It wasn't a secret that the proper method for mounting a female Zhaguai was abrupt and all at once. That much was obvious to any spectator attending the Joust, but this male gave me no choice but to submit until my eyes watered.

"Are you squeezing me like that to lock me out?" Arctic Haze thumped his hips and jolted me to moan.

He arched above me, locking my hands behind my head as he purred inside and over me.

Each intrusion made me wince. his thickness struck so deep! I had no control to stop him but my channel wept for the razkur to pound harder.

"Fucking shit, Lor!" Arctic Haze scraped his claws up my leg, then slapped my left cheek. "You keep pulling me in. If you want me so bad, lift your ass!"

Instinct dictated for me to buck him loose, but that unrelenting internal sting made my heels rise on his command.

This razkur knew exactly where to strike. He pierced into me like a freshly forged blade, hot to the touch and leaving my dignity in shreds.

"Cum on my cock," Arctic Haze knocked my breath out with each incoming thrust.

My arms trembled.

This wasn't possible!

Out of nowhere, a blinding roar was on me.

There was no fighting it. One moment the world made sense and next I was his.

"Nicely done," Arctic Haze let go of my hands and laid on top of me.

He swept the quills from my face and nestled his nose into my neck, this time sweetly. Then he helped me roll over to better explore my chests.

"I didn't... think you could..." I was still out of breath.

Arctic Haze pulled me up to perch on the edge of the comms and hushed me with his slender but masculine hands.

"In my mind, your well-being is more important than mine," he confessed, pressing his forehead to mine. "I don't think that will ever change"

I snaked my quills around his fingers. "Then this weakness is mutual."

All I could do was kiss him and hold him for as long as the horror outside would allow.

Why here... now...?

If I couldn't keep him beyond this place, then I would cherish this moment right now before our inevitable demise snatched it away.

Arctic Haze was as tall as an average male Zhaguai, but lean and polished like freshwater pearls. His skin had the faint flavor of soap, but his tongue was as surly as a raw slab of steak.

I ran my fingers through the razkur's long shimmering hair as he tore away my armor with the precision of someone who'd rehearsed it a thousand times in his mind.

His eyes lit up at the sight of my breasts. Their size, and weight, and how my nipples were always on display.

I tugged away what remained of his clothing as well.

The razkur was all muscle, sculpted, and shimmering.

Fuck! I want him again!

Arctic Haze flickered his pale eyes at me with a villainous grin as his mouth nibbled on my tits and then migrated up and kissed me again. He fondled my lips with his thumbs, then yanked me to my feet and l leaned me against the wall.

All the wet places inside me quivered with exhilaration and questions, the most pressing being what would be like to feel this male cum.

Arctic Haze cradled my face and then touched my shoulders to push me down.

"I want to see you on your knees."

His voice was low and I couldn't explain why I was desperate to obey.

I hit the floor and stared up at him.

He was radiant and dominant, with long flowing white hair streaming over his shoulders and chest.

It was strange seeing a male without a pelvic sheath, but there was something erotic in the knowledge that he was permanently exposed.

He flashed his teeth when I reached out to stroke the underside of his shaft.

Razkur dicks were incredibly sensitive on the bottom and my pulse quickened when his ears dipped and a low groan escaped his lips.

I took my time exploring all the lewd physical facets that up until now I had only read about.

He had no hair or quills, only pale iridescent scales garnished with a delicate opalescent trail running down from his belly button down the insides of his thighs.

There were no nodules or a jagged crested hood and he couldn't self-lubricate, but his streamlined white organ had a long rolling textured stripe on the bottom, consisting of plump horizontal ribbing running up the length of his shaft.

"Lick me," Arctic Haze's thumbs penetrated the edges of my mouth and pried my fangs wide.

I flicked my forked tips along his gently sloping hood. He tasted magnificent and his perspiration was sweet like nectar.

The razkur leaned over me with his eyes aimed at mine.

I squeezed his thighs and coiled my tongue around him to protect him from the sharp ends of my fangs.

"Open," Arctic Haze thumped my head against the wall with his hips and forced himself further between my lower fangs.

I knew this was a favored position among razkurs, but I never imagined I'd ever participate, let alone enjoy being on the receiving end!

One of his thumbs caressed the inside of my cheek and I understood his desire.

A sliver of me was apprehensive, but he cradled my chin and never relinquished eye contact.

If he could trust me with his life, I could make this leap with him.

I did as he commanded, cupping his sac with my long quills and splaying my mouth across his pelvis. More than anything, I wanted to make a wreck of this impeccably tidy male and I longed to taste his cum.

"There," he slid his sleek knuckles along my neck as he angled his pitch.

This had to be a fever dream or the last moments of delirium before my brain cells sparked moments before death.

I was on my knees, stripped naked, and swallowing Arctic Haze inch by inch with my tongue outstretched, begging for more.

Arctic Haze slacked his head and swayed his hips.

Instinct whispered to pry myself loose, but his hands were gentle on my face and the veins on his forearms were thick and pulsating.

I summoned my discipline and every once of repose cultivated from years of meditation and then relaxed until he was all the way in with my claws digging into his firm round rear.

"Sweet fuck, Lor! How are you squeezing all of me down?!" Arctic Haze combed his hand through my long quills.

No other male had ever made me this wet.

He was gasping, letting out the softest little moans, and I didn't care about the ever-growing puddle spreading beneath me on the floor.

He lunged and sank in hard, compressing my face between himself and the wall.

I embraced him with my quills when I gagged, then he released and let me breathe.

"Again," he ordered with more vigor, and then he was down my throat the second my lungs refilled.

The razkur was a length and volume that made my insides sore, but his pale pupilless eyes followed me every time the back of my head bumped the wall.

"Use your tongue," Arctic Haze continued desecrating my throat in this strange plunge and release tempo. Each time lingering deeper and longer.

"Ash and water, Lor!" Arctic Haze braced against the wall so frantic his claws squeaked against the dented metal. "Let me fuck you!"

I growled in delight and he sped up, railing me like he had earlier with my pussy.

Tears welled in my eyes, but I couldn't stop from kneading his haunches and pulling him closer.

The razkur's ears dipped and he struggled to keep his eyes open.

Arctic Haze may have been standing over me, but I was the one controlling his pleasure.

I coiled my tongue around the base of his mast and lubricated his sac with my forked tips.

He flared his teeth and arched his head back.

Razkur orgasms were well documented as long and dramatic, but for the males, the influx could be so intense it was painful.

And then there was the rapid expanse of the outer tissue.

Females would constrict and float off to their happy place while their males had evolved to push out and secure the embrace. Similar to when hounds mate and knot their seed in place.

"Lor!" Arctic Haze growled and kept up his pace, then his loins swung forward and descended to a depth I didn't believe physically possible. His ears curled and then he abruptly recoiled to cum all over my face and mouth.

He was sweeter than I expected, and fragrant like newly ripened peaches.

The poor male was spent and shivering, but his swollen flesh persisted in twitching and pumping out bright orange liquid.

Arctic Haze stood slumped with his mouth agape. His eyes clamped shut in a contortion of pure agony. His cock had thickened to more than twice its size and his long soft ears were limp over his shoulders. Like all razkurs in the throes of an extended climax, he was completely vulnerable.

I lapped at the pale ribbed underside draped over my face, and his entire body shuddered. There was a comfort in knowing he was the only living being I would ever allow to see me in this disheveled state.

I massaged his sac and reached up to trace the prismatic line sprawling upward along his torso.

"We're not done," Arctic Haze grabbed my arm and opened his eyes.

He pulled me to my feet and filled his mouth with my left breast before taking his time to suckle on the other.

Suddenly, I was up and in his arms with his relentless hard-on rubbing for entry.

I tried to wrap my legs around his waist, but he was too quick. Next thing I knew, my legs were hoisted over his shoulders with his lips parting my slit.

I clenched with a hiss.

He'll see what a sloppy wet mess I am!

But Arctic Haze didn't care. Instead, he wormed his tongue in and pinched my rump to plunder and pillage the way he wanted.

His ears rose and laid flat across my belly to better hear and secret intimate places responsible for making my breath quicken.

Without warning, he prodded a location that made me snarl in disdain.

One of his fingers, coated in my wetness, slid inside my ass.

"Do No-!" I tried to push his face up but was interrupted by an unexpected sound.

Arctic Haze hummed, then filled the little broken shuttle with his low dulcet voice.

He caressed my legs and whirled his tongue, somehow serenading my spine to swing into him like a displaced pendulum.

I thrummed and crimped my toes, then against all reason, my short quills prickled and I howled his name.

Razkurs had a reputation for being broad-minded when it came to pleasuring one another, but I never fathomed the advantages!

Arctic Haze released me and nuzzled his nose up my center.

"I love the way you cum," he grinned with his lips glistening. "And how I can make you do it over and over!"

"Are you sure that's not the stimulants in your bloodstream talking," I chittered.

"I'm confident the beat of your heart is the one calling the shots," he laughed and dropped me to his waist. "But I'm open to rigorous experimentation."

My pussy seized at the sudden strain when he entered.

I cried out, he felt so good.

The razkur held me up with his hands under my knees and stretched my legs flat apart, leveraging me against the wall and bouncing me on his cock.

"How are you this tight and tender at the same time?" Arctic Haze growled. "It's like you're sucking me off all over again!"

I wrapped my free arm around his neck and yanked him closer to touch his cheeks with all my quills.

He was nothing like what I envisioned. If we survived this hellhole, I had no idea how to present him to my sisters.

None of it mattered.

Only Arctic Haze...

I curled in and kissed him while sneaking my hand down to his ribbed underside.

His knees buckled momentarily, and he couldn't move his hands to stop me. Then an evil smirk stretched wide, revealing one of his shiny incisors.

"I'm not going to pull out this time," Arctic Haze brought his eyes level to mine.

"And I will never let you go, my mate."

The razkur planted himself with such force I yelped on reflex.

He plowed faster and harder until my vision blurred and tremors bubbled inside, like little golden lanterns igniting and taking flight, one by one.

Arctic Haze sang out my name and lodged himself so deep my body spasmed.

"YES!" I moaned.

The pressure between us constricted and there was an exquisite ache each time the razkur exceeded bottom. I thought I might burst as he began to swell.

Careful...

My climax was brief, but my mate let me ride the after-quakes in luxury. I was so relaxed it would have been easy to doze off happily in his arms.

Eventually, Arctic Haze folded his knees and let our bodies slide to the floor.

His ears rose and curled forward as he cradled me in silence.

Something small and black wriggled in the corner of the room, but the razkur's ears didn't perk up at an out-of-place sound. Even if it wasn't, I told myself it must have been a trick of the shadows.

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