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Hey, guys. It's been awhile, hasn't it? Just about 3 months lol. School is a bitch, and something else happened, that I'm not going to talk about. Let's just say that my life has turned into a real, live soap opera, and leave it at that. And I'm totally serious. If you knew what's happened to me over the past few months, you'd be amazed that I'm even writing in the first place. Plus, I have a boyfriend now, so he's been distracting me a lot, not that I mind. ;)

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Chapter 10

It must have been hours before Syra finally stopped fighting the metal robot targets. He'd shattered them so many times, they must have finally tired of putting themselves back together, quite an impressive feat. He stood there for a moment, in the middle of the room, surrounded by the broken machines, as he surveyed the room, looking for an enemy about to attack him. When nothing threatened him, he retracted his wristblades with a click and stowed his spear behind his back. He stretched his fingers, curling and uncurling his claws.

Amber sat in the corner, trying to convince herself to go through with her new plan. It wouldn't be that hard, with him looking so sexy, standing over his defeated opponents, totally unfazed. He wasn't even breathing hard. So many muscles... Skin, glistening with sweat. Amber shivered, before she could help herself. But before she could go over and climb him like a tree, he walked over to her. He said nothing, and his mask gave nothing away. He simply reached down and grabbed her wrist gently, for him, and pulled her up.

Amber tried to touch him, but he strode off so fast, it was all she could do to keep up. He stopped at the kitchen, and she glanced at the table and flinched. Surely he wouldn't... But he ignored her, taking that black meat out and they were off again. He stopped at another door long enough for it to slide open, left the meat on the floor just inside, and backed out. Amber thought she could just make out glittering green skin before the door closed.

Before she could think about what that meant, however, she was being tugged back to the kitchen. He lifted off his mask, picked up another black steak and ripped off a hunk with his teeth. Amber watched in horrified fascination, as his mandibles efficiently stuffed the meat down his throat. Within seconds, it was all gone. He noticed her watching him, and growled lightly. She quickly looked away, trying to seem unconcerned. His cold, gray eyes regarded her intensely for a moment, before he lost interest.

Then, she was being tugged through the ship, rushing toward some new destination. That new destination happened to be his bedroom, which she was quickly coming to think of as theirs, where he grabbed a towel and dragged her into the bathroom. Tossing the towel on the floor carelessly, he began removing his armor and weapons. The loincloth fell away, and all she could do was stare. She looked up to find him grinning at her knowingly. Amber could swear his chest even puffed out, as he approached, well, more like stalked up to her, graceful as a jungle cat. He never missed a step, never lost that arrogant swagger.

He came closer, and Amber had to crane her neck up to look at him. She shivered, and struggled to keep her arms loose at her sides. Her plan was all well and good in theory, but in practice, the whole thing was much more delicate. But that wasn't why she was afraid, no, that was a much more primal instinct. That same instinct that warned an animal when it was being hunted, when a predator was about to pounce. Closer still, and she backed up in reflex. That was her first mistake.

At the first sign of his prey escaping, he moved in a blur, and took her wrist and spun her into his arms. He held her to his chest, one giant palm splayed across her abdomen, and purred. Amber tried to calm the thread of fear that went through her, and gave in to the heady aroma sweeping over her. It swirled around her senses, taking her inhibitions and leaving her in a haze of desire. One claw dropped down to her panties, slit the sides, and let them drop to the floor at her feet. She wrapped her arms around his neck behind her, as he slid one finger inside her. She moaned, rolling her eyes in pleasure, that scent acting like an aphrodisiac.

Suddenly, she wanted more. His finger wasn't big enough, thick enough. She rolled her hips, rubbing her ass enticingly against his cock. His claws dug into her stomach slightly, but that was his only reaction. Amber moaned in disappointment, but it soon became of purr of her own, when Syra thrust two fingers inside, moving them expertly. She tried desperately to hike herself up and down on his hand. His skin, against her back and under her fingertips, was hot and leathery, deliciously rough against her sensitized nerves.

His chest puffed out as he inhaled. His eyes went black, and his other hand shot up to her breast, clawing the fabric off. His palm scalded her, and his claws drew blood, yet she couldn't bring herself to care. Amber was too focused on her wild, frantic rhythm, and the only thing she even comprehended, was his finger inside her pussy. He added two more, and she gasped, then moaned at the increased friction, and bucked even harder. Syra drew his long tongue up her neck, tasting her pulse, and nicked her skin lightly with his fangs. He licked up the thin trail of blood that followed.

His reaction was instantaneous. He sunk his fangs into her neck, right over the bite mark from yesterday, and his hand mauled her breast. At the same moment, he hit her clit hard with the heel of his palm.

Amber screamed. She tensed, her pussy tightening around his fingers, milking them. Fiery passion and icy pain formed a whirlwind around her, and she couldn't breathe. Her heart stopped, and her only thought was of Syra. She clasped her arms tighter around his neck and wrapped her legs around his thighs, grasping at him for anchor in a storm of passion.

A minute later, she went limp against him. She could feel him purring loudly, as his long tongue wandered lazily around her neck, savoring the taste of her blood. Slowly, he drew his fingers out of her, scraping his claws against her gently. Amber shivered, and laid her head back against his chest. Syra frowned and growled at her, until she turned around, leaped into his arms, and sunk down onto his cock.

Syra jolted in surprise, his hands moving instinctively to grip her ass. He shoved her farther down, and Amber winced, feeling the first inklings of panic. She took a deep breath, inhaling that delicious scent, and forced herself to stop thinking. Amazingly, it worked. After a minute, she went almost mindless with the pheromones that permeated the air, and everything in her body seemed to roll over and make room for him.

Eyes glazed and black with desire, Amber wrapped her arms around his neck and rode him like a stallion. She flicked her tongue against his nipple, then sucked it fiercely. He gave sort of a strangled trill, and cupped the back of her head to his chest. She was just getting into it, when he moved. Startled, Amber gripped him tighter, as he started toward the bathing pool, almost leaping into it in his haste. She gasped as she felt the water rising above her neck, but Syra straightened his legs, and it fell to just below her breasts. She shivered, and looked up at him warily. Slowly, his mandibles curled up in a twisted grin, revealing his huge, razor-sharp teeth. Her eyes widened, and she tried to scramble away, but he caught her easily.

He did nothing for a second, just grinned down at her, until one hand dropped down to stroke her clit in the water. His claws ran lazy circles around it, until she whined softly, making a wordless plea. He answered, thrusting his hips up slightly, just enough to make her gasp at the increased sensation. Quickly returning to her earlier, mindless state, Amber grabbed his hair and pulled, until his mouth was inches from hers. He flicked one mandible out toward her, as if daring her to do something. Her warm breath was all that touched it for moment, then she flicked her little pink tongue out, and licked up the tusk.

Syra thrust his hips again, rewarding her, then she took his tusk and sucked it into her mouth. His eyes were like a hawk's, always watching, always cold, though his body was like a furnace. Amber met his eyes as she sucked up the sharp tusk, licking up to the tender webbing. He watched her curiously, his eyes intense. She pricked her tongue, causing blood to well up in her mouth. But rather than flinching or pulling away, she let his mandible slide out with a wet pop, and licked up his chin, smearing her blood onto his teeth.

Syra's tongue flicked out for a second, tasting it, before he wrapped his mandibles around her face and sucked on her tongue. She moaned into his mouth, and started a fast rhythm with her hips, where his claws had sunk deeply, gripping them too tightly. After a minute, he came, hammering into her rapidly. She gave a half moan, half scream, and quickly followed.

For a while, Syra simply hugged her to his chest, breathing deeply. Amber was glad for the reprieve, and snuggled against him, her curves conforming perfectly to his hard muscles. After a few minutes, her eyelids began to droop, the deep thudding of his heart, and the soft sound of his breathing lulling her to sleep. He stirred suddenly, dislodging her. Startled, she lost her grip on him, and slipped beneath the water. For just a second, she panicked, before she felt his strong arm slip around her and bring her firmly back to the surface. Her eyes met his, and they seemed at that moment to be more like burning coals than their usual cold grey. Could hardened steel be set ablaze?

Then she felt something prodding her backside, and suddenly realized that he was only remembering what happened the last time she'd been under the water in this pool. Amber flinched, and floundered away as if she'd been burned. She looked up at him accusingly. He spread his mandibles wide in evil grin, revealing his huge fangs. Amber's eyes widened in fear, and she tried to scramble out of the pool. His hand shot out to grab her ankle as she was climbing out, but she kicked free.

Syra snarled in rage behind her. Desperately, she scrambled to her feet, slipping on the wet floor. She kept her footing, barely, and ran out of the room. She had just cleared the door, when she heard footsteps thundering after her, and a deafening roar that seemed to shake the very walls. Amber screamed as she fled desperately through the dark hallways. She knew she shouldn't have run, but it was too late to turn back now. He was so angry, he would probably kill her with his fists.

Oh, god, what could she do? Every second, he pounded closer. He was almost within reach now; she could feel his hot breath on her neck. Suddenly, she saw a familiar doorway. It was a long shot, but maybe, just maybe... It would be a distraction, at the very least. She burst into the room and slammed her hand against the lock of the cage, just as a huge arm wrapped around her waist, grabbing her from behind. The man inside looked startled for a second, then he dove for the door, springing it open violently. Syra, with his arms full of a kicking, squirming Amber, reached out, but the man dodged him, and took off out the door.

At this final straw, Syra flew into a rage. He roared, his mandibles flaring wide in fury. He slammed Amber into the floor.

"Pauking little ooman bitch!"

He slammed his foot into her ribs, making her scream in pain, as she tried to curl into a ball.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she sobbed. "Please, don't kill me!"

He growled softly, and dragged her up by her hair, until she was forced to meet his eyes.

"Oh, I'm not going to kill you, little kwei," he spit out disgustedly. "You're just going to have to make this up to me." His eyes still blazed with rage. He leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Good luck..."

Amber shivered in fear. She looked into his eyes helplessly, as her own filled with tears.

"Please," she whispered, "I'm sorry."

He sneered. "Wait for me here." Syra dropped her back on the floor. "If I have to come looking for you... I'll make you scream for days." He knelt down, running his claws down her belly, and farther. Her eyes widened, and she shrieked when she felt his claws scratching her pussy lightly. He smiled.

"That's more like it," he murmured, as he rose from the floor. "Stay," he said one more time, harshly, before he loped off down the hall.

Ethan could no longer believe his eyes. Within the past few hours, he had been attacked by a giant alien, kidnapped on a spaceship, and tossed into a cage. But that wasn't even the strangest part. He'd been sitting in that cage, having resigned himself to whatever fate awaited him, when, out of nowhere, that girl, the one he'd glimpsed earlier, had burst into the room without a strip of clothing, dripping wet, and unlocked the door. Then, to top it off, she was closely followed by the alien, also buckass naked, (something that Ethan could definitely have gone without seeing) and grabbed the girl.

Ethan was rather ashamed that he hadn't stayed to help her, but what could he really have done? It was surely better for at least one of them to get away. Although, as he was quickly discovering, there was no real "getting away" here, not on a spaceship. There was hiding, and that was about it. And he'd been looking for a good hiding spot for a while, but hadn't found one that he felt would really secure him at all. He was beginning to regret running in the first place.

As he tried to sneak through the ship, he tried all the doors he came upon, disappointed time and again when they were locked. Finally, one of them opened, revealing a rather bare room, its only furnishings a fur pallet, and several skulls mounted on the wall, from what he assumed were various aliens. He was quite disturbed when he noticed a human skull pinned to the cold wall. How gruesome.

He shut the door behind him, and moved farther into the room, cautiously. It seemed empty, and after a quick scan of the room, Ethan relaxed, with a sigh of relief. But this relief was far too premature. Ethan heard a soft hiss from the corner, and looked to find a little child, who more closely resembled a snake. What the hell was up with this place? Now a kid too? Maybe an alien slaveship? It was certainly clear what the girl would be used for, he thought grimly.

It was pretty fucking clear what they had been doing before they stampeded into his room like wild elephants. The lack of clothing could perhaps have been explained away somehow, but the alien's huge erection was pretty fucking telling. Who would've thought that sex would be the first thing aliens would be interested in from humans?

The snake-child hissed again, eyes glittering.

"Whoah, whoah!" Ethan backed away hastily. "I'm not gonna hurt you, kid. 'I come in peace,' right?"

"Another human," the child spat contemptuously, in a rich voice that was distinctly female. "Why are you here? Did that suka send you to bother me?"

"What? The big dude? No, the fucker just kidnapped me!"

Slowly, the girl emerged from the corner. Somehow, she instantly retained a regal pose, looking up at him with interest. This creature, though it looked like a child, was clearly more matured than that. Her eyes glittered with cunning, and there were clearly many schemes already forming behind them.

"Why would a filthy suka outcast bother with two humans?" she said softly. "His kind have only ever bothered with their childish trophies."

"Well, clearly, they've changed their minds, whoever they are."

The girls's eyes turned hard, and she stiffened. "They are a disgusting, filthy race, only interested in ruling over planets so they will have prey for their hunts." She smiled, displaying a mouth full of shark teeth. Ethan raised his brow. "They tried to take my planet, but we destroyed their so-called warriors. They died, writhing in agony from our venom."

"Sounds like they deserved it," Ethan said carefully.

She only grinned at him. Ethan shuddered at the creepy expression on the child's face.

"If I help you kill him, will you get me home" he offered cautiously.

She thought for a moment. "No," she said simply, "he is different. He is not like the other sukas of his kind. He saved my life, and the royal bloodline. For that alone, I owe him everything, even without the fact that saving him grants him a pardon from my people, for any crimes he has committed. He may be a filthy suka, but I am not, and I will not repay my debt with treachery."

Ethan's face turned black with rage. "You can actually defend that bastard? He is raping that poor girl! What happens when he gets sick of her, and turns to you for his sick pleasure?" he shouted angrily.

She only laughed. "Rape? She looked willing enough before, when he was fucking her against the wall. Maybe they're having a lover's spat," she sneered.

"What the fuck do you know? You're just a kid!" he sputtered.

She looked at him disdainfully. "Stupid human. I will be a queen when I return home!"

"If you ever do." It was Ethan's turn to sneer. "You think he's gonna let you go? If he won't fuck you himself, I'm sure there's some other alien what'll pay for the privilege."

The girl screeched, and leaped at him. Her hard, scaly body struck him full in the chest, right before she raked deep scratches into his face with her claws. She hissed, and he could see the venom dripping from her fangs. Ethan struggled frantically to get away, as blood covered his face. She stretched her mouth wide, preparing to strike.

Suddenly, he heard a growl, and she was gone. Looking up, he saw her flailing body dangling from a huge hand, which was connected to an equally huge body, which was growling menacingly. The monster tossed its hissing burden across the room, where she made a thunk against the wall. Scrambling up, she slithered into the corner, her eyes huge with fright. As Ethan looked up, he thought she had very good reason to be afraid. The angry monster he'd seen before had been serene compared to the enraged demon now before him.

Ethan stuttered, his tongue failing him in the presence of such inhuman fury. The long, black hair, where it was flat before, now crested up from his head. His mandibles were flared, and the quiet, rumbling growl emanating from his chest foretold of greater rage to come.

"Quiet," he snarled, his voice sounding as if he was gargling rocks. His hand tightened into a fist, his claws drawing blood from his palms, as if he was itching to reach out and strangle Ethan. Finally, he seemed to control his rage, though it clearly still simmered beneath the surface. He reached down and grabbed the back of Ethan's shirt, using it to drag him across the floor. Ethan tried to resist, but the alien's grip was like steel, and he was quickly dragged from the room.

"Wait, wait!" he tried to say, hoping to slow the alien down. "You fucking alien bastard! Let me go!"

Ethan managed to get to his feet and tried to fight, but the bastard ignored him completely. The only indication that his attack was even noticed, was the evil glimmer growing in its eyes. He was dragged through the black hallways at lightning speed, and within a minute they came to a door, which slid open at their arrival. Ethan was thrown inside, with an angry roar following him. The door slid shut behind him, locking with an ominous click, and leaving the room in darkness.

Amber shivered on the floor, jumping at every little sound. True to Syra's command, she hadn't moved an inch, except to curl into a ball. Her skin was numb where it touched the cold floor, and her lips were blue, although she knew the temperature was practically tropical. It felt like she'd been waiting for hours, though she knew it couldn't have been more than ten minutes, maybe fifteen. In that time, she'd had plenty of opportunity to think over the happenings of the past few hours, and how much that day had gone downhill.

She'd started the morning by angering him, though he'd miraculously forgiven her for her escape attempt, even made an attempt at being... nice. But then she'd blown it with her temper, which was hilariously outmatched by his, and his retaliation had been an unpleasant dose of reality. He indisputably had the upper hand here, and he made sure that she was well aware of that. The message he'd sent was clear: any airs or pretension she tried to use would be quickly and harshly put down. Her place was wherever he felt like putting her, whether that was under his boot, or on his cock.

As for the position she was in now, that was entirely her fault. Amber couldn't fathom what had happened since coming here to make her so stupid. She'd actually been enjoying his advances for once, and then she'd gone and ruined it, over something so trivial. Well, relatively trivial. Him nearly drowning her while shoving his dick into her mouth was hardly trivial to most people, but under the circumstances... There were much more violent things he could have done. Things he would probably do now. Amber flinched when she imagined his anger now. She took a shaky breath, and nearly cried when her ribs screamed in pain. They were probably broken. He'd kicked her with the power of a horse, and it felt like there were daggers in her chest.

Suddenly, pounding footsteps shook Amber out of her self-pity and straight into fear. She shook with terror, and squeezed her eyes shut as she began to cry. The footsteps grew louder, until the floor vibrated right next to her head, and they stopped. Amber held her breath in apprehension, waiting for him to grasp her hair and drag her away.

"Get up," he growled, and Amber flinched harshly at the sound of his voice.

After a second, she finally comprehended, and scrambled up as quickly as her bruised body would allow her. Apparently, it wasn't quickly enough, however, because he grasped her arm and tugged her to her feet. A grunt of pain escaped her before she could muffle it, but he didn't seem to notice. Instead, he used his hand on her arm to tug her away, through the halls, to a very familiar area. Amber stared at the door to his bedroom, still open from when she'd fled, and tears came to her eyes. She tripped on the threshold, causing him to meet her eyes briefly. While hers were filled with tears, his were burning with barely contained rage.

He looked away, and Amber felt a cold chill run through her. The tears stopped, as if they'd never existed. She knew she'd get no mercy from him now. She'd be lucky to get away with all her limbs still attached and her organs functioning. Bruises were a certainty, and broken bones were more or less expected.

They reached the bed of furs, and Syra pushed her down on it. As she caught herself, her ribs gave another shriek of pain, and her arms almost gave out. That was fixed when he put his foot on her back and stepped down, flattening her to the floor. He knelt down next to her, but she didn't dare raise her head to look. Amber heard the soft "shink" of metal behind her, and jumped, her body flinching in reflex. Something cold ran down her back, and she shivered, holding her breath.

Something sharp sank into the flesh on her back, just to the right of her spine. She whimpered, and flexed her back in unconscious reflex, unknowingly causing the knife to sink in deeper. Amber screamed and clawed the furs on the floor. Syra growled and pressed down on her back to keep her still. When she still struggled, he tossed a leg over hers and straddled her back. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pressed her face into the floor. Completely immobilized, Amber was helpless as he used his free hand to carve her back. She had an inkling that he wasn't just carving straight lines, but after a couple seconds, her back was just a writhing mass of pain.

She screamed into the soft furs until she was hoarse. Then she screamed some more. The knife didn't stop its torturous path. Dimly, Amber felt something trickle down her sides in a warm flood, and she realized it was her own blood, fresh from the vein.

Amber lost track of time, and it seemed an eternity that Syra masterfully marred her back with his knife. At one point, she began to sink into the blissful relief of delirium, but his growls shook her to full consciousness, and the entirety of her pain. All through this agony, he spoke to her in a silky voice.

"Who is your master, little kwei?"

"You!" she screamed desperately.

"Who is your owner?"

"You!"

"Who has the power to make you suffer if you do not obey?"

"You!" she shrieked in agony.

Finally, he stopped. Amber couldn't move, she simply lay there, shaking with the force of her sobs. He ran a long claw down her back.

"Have you learnt your lesson, little kwei?" he rumbled softly.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice gone from screaming.

"Excellent," he purred. He rose from her back and knelt on the furs with his knees spread, removing his loincloth. He grabbed her by the throat and pulled her towards him on her stomach. He pulled her hair away from his face so she met his eyes. They were still like burning coals, while hers were glazed with pain. "Now," he continued, "why don't you show me just how well?" He motioned to his cock, and released her neck.

She gasped, as her back gave off a fiery wave of pain when she caught herself with her hands. Amber looked at him pleadingly, but he only growled impatiently. By strength of will, she dragged herself up to her knees, enough to swallow him into her mouth. She tried to suck him off, but he wasn't pleased with that. His hand on her head forced her to take him deeper, until she was almost choking. She gagged, and slapped his thighs desperately. Syra purred, and thrust his hips into her face. Right when she thought she was choking, he shuddered and growled, and thrust faster, until he came.

When she tried to pull away, she was met with his hand again, and obeyed his unspoken order. His semen burned her mouth, and the bittersweet taste was strange and unfamiliar. She tried to swallow it, but there was too much, and it leaked from her mouth, coating her lips and dripping down her chin and neck. Finally, he threaded his claws into her hair and pulled her away. She barely had time to gasp for breath, before he tossed her on her back, and the pain winded her. She couldn't even scream.

Somehow, he was hard again, at least enough to slide inside her and pound a rhythm into her bruised flesh. It took longer for him to come this time, and he had time to explore her body. He mauled her breasts with his hands, drawing blood with his long claws. He ran one hand down her soft belly, leaving long scratches, as he kneaded it harshly. When he came, he roared into her face, spraying his saliva across her face.

He started to stand up, pulling her up with him, still seated firmly inside her. Amber winced as his hand splayed across her back to hold her up, and the other wrapped her thighs around his hips. She put her arms around his neck to steady herself, as he made his way into the bath. She held her breath, expecting fiery pain from her raw back, but as he quickly submerged them both, she was surprised to find the liquid quite soothing. She sighed in relief, relaxing her muscles as she realized the liquid must be some kind of topical pain reliever. Strangely, there was no blood in the water around them. The strange bacteria-whatever in the pool must be eating it before it could even spread through the water.

Syra pulled out, and she met his eyes, relieved to find the rage was gone, replaced by some form of care for her welfare, apparently. Gently, for him at least, he pushed her head under the water. She closed her eyes and held her breath, and felt a tickling sensation on her face briefly, as the liquid did its unseen magic. Syra's claws combed through her hair, and her scalp prickled lightly. He drew her head up, finally, and examined her face. As he did so, he rubbed her cheek absently with his thumb, pressing over the mark he'd left back in the jungle. Amber still hadn't seen what the scar looked like.

Seemingly satisfied, he clicked his tusks and carried her out of the pool. To her surprise, the anesthetic from the liquid remained, and her back seemed to be completely numb. They headed directly to the infirmary, where he had healed her wounds before, and Amber's hopes rose like the sun. Syra laid her facedown on the metal table, and locked her wrists and ankles into the restraints. That was her first hint that this whole exercise wasn't going to be pleasant. That machine he'd used before on her wrists came to hover above her back, and her breathing quickened. Lasers? What happened to that ointment? Clearly, he wanted her to remember this lesson with crystal clarity.

He locked more restraints over her neck and thighs, leaving her back open, as her hair was drawn out of the way. The machine clicked on, and she couldn't see it, but she heard it moving over her flesh, and felt a strange tickling sensation where the laser cauterized her wounds. Apparently, that anesthetic was more powerful than she'd thought. The smell of burning flesh reached her nostrils, and she wrinkled her nose in distaste.

When it finished, he unlocked the restraints, turned her over, and locked them back on. Then he clicked the machine on again over her ribs. That was all the warning she had, before she felt that same intense pain as from her wrist before, as it somehow fixed her ribs. When that finished, he finally let her free, before he returned with the ointment, and let it work its magic on all her other cuts and bruises. Done, he set her on the floor, but had to steady her when she nearly fell. Amber felt very woozy now that she was on her feet, as if she might faint. Blood loss was the explanation her mind helpfully provided, and she resigned herself to feeling like shit for the next few days, if not weeks.

But Syra wasn't satisfied with that, and he headed back to another cabinet, after setting her back on the table. He came back with something that looked quite similar to a syringe, with a clear liquid inside of it. He tilted her head to the side, his thumb unerringly finding her pulse, and injected whatever it was into her neck. He handled the syringe with a practiced hand, no doubt quite used to providing his own medical care. Afterwards, he rubbed away the spot of blood left, licking his finger with a grin. The syringe, he placed into some kind of sterilizer, where it sat for a few seconds, before he put it away.

Immediately, Amber felt better, and her whole body tingled. Somehow, the shot had raised her temperature also, and she no longer felt numb with cold. She did feel much sleepier though, and she felt her eyelids drooping. Within seconds, she was slipping off into a dark, dreamy state. The last thing she felt was Syra's arms around her, and his scalding heat warming her skin.

Yeah... Syra's mean. :( Silly Amber for ruining the moment. ;) lol Oh, and I'm not translating Zhali's language. :P

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Until next time... Hopefully sooner than six months lol. ;)

Translations:
pauk(ing) - fuck(ing)
kwei - sly