Page 6 of Pandora: Alien Games

Edoo

Banoo moaned softly when we reached our cave. He walked in and blocked the entrance with his mass, allowing only a small space that would show me the twin moons floating on the deep dark of the night sky. I held the small female close and slid out of the saddle.

“Banoo, I’ll lay her next to you until I get a fire going.”

Banoo moaned softly and curled itself around her. His thick, brown, soft fur would keep her warm for a few minutes.

The fireplace had been prepared earlier. All I needed was to set the black rocks ablaze. There is no wood in the desert. We use what we can and, in this case, I used whatever feces I could collect that had dried in the sun. As soon as the fire started, a soft, grassy scent filled the cave.

I took the girl from Banoo who cried in protest. “Don’t tell me you like her too?”

He lowered his gaze.

Dipping my hand in a bag, I offered Banoo two honey treats. He didn’t need food or water for weeks, but he loves candy so, when I go to the souk, I always make sure to buy some for him.

A deep howling surrounded us. It was the wind and the sandstorm that ravished the desert. The winds could blow so fast they could rip the flesh off a creature’s face. I held her, the Goddess, in my arms and walked with her toward the fire, laying her down on a soft, thick blanket. Then I examined her wound.

The box with seal spiders was inside my bag. I picked one using only my claws. The small, red spiders are famous for being able to grow back tissue and fill a wound, numbing pain and stopping infections from spreading. I cringed a bit before dropping it inside her wound. The little person moved frantically, building connections between the gaping walls of skin. It was for the best that she was not awake to see it.

I touched her face with the back of my hand, scared that my claws might hurt her. She was not hot anymore, but her body shivered. I wrapped the blanket tightly around her and pulled her closer to me. As I cuddled against her, I opened a small box and ate some of the dry, cured meat I brought with me.

My heart and cock both throbbed.

My entire existence I’ve considered myself free. I’ve never wanted to live with a tribe, or worse, in the city. I hunt, cash in my bounty, start a new search and a new hunt. I laid with beauties with long fangs, elegant tails, and onyx hides. As we paired up, I drowned in pleasure, but the next day I always left to be free. Only with this female, and I don’t even know her name, I feel this mad crazy urge to protect her, to make sure no one will ever hurt her again. I want to know what she thinks and what she feels. I want to move my tongue all over her beautiful, small, lean body.

She was helpless, but I didn’t dare undress her. The Anubis females have no problem with nudity but she was not one of my people. She is a daughter of the twin moons with hair black as the night sky and skin as fair as the stars that shine in the distance.

As much as I was inclined to hold and protect her, I didn’t think that my four brothers, my pack, would feel the same.

The days I spent on the hunt were long. The howling wind and Banoo’s snoring lulled me and I fell asleep.

Pandora

I woke up in a new place. This was not the open desert anymore. Was I with the shrieking creatures with raw, hard fingers that poked me? Or was that only a dream? How did I get here? Why was I having flashbacks of my nastiest drill instructor all the time? All valid questions, but no one gives a fuck.

My left shoulder didn’t throb with pain either. All I felt was a numb, silent type of pain, nothing too uncomfortable. The wound from yesterday should be swollen and badly infected because of the lack of medicine, yet it did not look bad at all. I moved my arm. It didn’t hang useless anymore. I could even feel my fingers. It was all so incredible.

It must be Van. He found me and saved me. I knew it. There was never any doubt in my soul that I would find him or he would find his way to me.

As I cracked my eyes open and took in my surroundings, I was confused. There was a small hearth with a fire going. The cave smelled like herbs and sweet, spice-scented smoke. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, to my surprise someone or something held me in its arms. It had to be Van.

I touched the arm gingerly. It felt different, stronger and thicker, and with skin like leather. I couldn’t pinpoint it but I attributed it to my fever. But I no longer had a fever. My skin wasn’t clammy. I was thirsty and my stomach growled. My entire body hurt as if I had been thrown down from space onto the planet’s surface. Other than that, I felt good.

“Van?”

As my eyes adjusted to the gloomy light, I saw something that shook me to my core. The hand was not really a hand. It had long, strong fingers, with each of them ending in a claw, a feral strong looking claw, not a dirty fingernail. This wasn’t Van.

What was it?

I tried to shimmy from under his arm but stopped. No matter what I did, this creature will wake up when I move.

My mouth was dry and my stomach rumbled loudly, loud enough to wake my sleeping companion. His breathing changed and his huge eyes opened. He stood up and looked at me. I screamed. I couldn’t help it.

The body looked like that of a man. He had a broad chest with strong muscles that glistened in the light of the fire. His skin was the color of onyx, the deepest dark black, same as my hair. It was his head and his neck that scared me. He had pointy ears and a maw that reminded me of a mythological creature. During my time on the space station, I had access to all type of data from Old Earth. For some reason, myths and religion always held a fascination for me. He looked like Anubis, the jackal God, only way more gorgeous and hotter. Instead of the elongated face his was male, with a jaw that was a bit too long and a maw that was not flat like a human face, but still attractive. He had long black hair that flowed down his shoulders. His lips looked lush and soft. His ears were smaller than in the drawings I had seen but still looked pointy. His eyes where not frontal but on the side of his head, like predator eyes, and they were purple with no iris or white. The purple eyes on the onyx black skin made him look dangerous, predatory, and wild. And his body… wow. All I could see were strong muscles and a green crystal on his chest that looked as if it pulsated.

This creature was scary, yet excitement build inside my chest.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He didn’t move, only looked at me as if trying to convey he wouldn’t hurt me. Or maybe it was quite the opposite. What did I know?