ENZUK

Oh, how the gods must be amused by this dense human! It was quite perplexing to me how she failed to comprehend the concept of death - a finality that held no room for interpretation. As she walked away, I observed her obliviousness, her body swaying with each step, without even a glance over her shoulder.

If only she didn't adorn herself with those flimsy "clothes," I might have found it easier to tolerate her presence a moment longer. Perhaps it would have provided some visual distraction during our time together, something to pique my interest, even if only mildly so. Not that I desired to see her in such a revealing manner, of course.

Well... maybe just a glimpse. Humans were known to possess delicate, soft skin, especially the females. I couldn't help but wonder about the appearance of her breasts, her feminine attributes. Some had different colors at the tip, and I found myself curious about her unique hue. Perhaps there would be an opportunity to satisfy these curiosities before I inevitably ended her life.

A heavy swallow accompanied my thoughts, a reminder of the forbidden nature of observing her body in such a way. In her mind, it seemed that she could only reveal herself to her chosen mate, or whoever she deemed worthy of such intimacy. Such rules perplexed me greatly. Where did they originate from? None of the ancient humans seemed to abide by such restrictions.

In the past, ancient humans utilized armor for protection, yet they also took immense pride in showcasing their bodies without any inhibitions, particularly the females. They possessed a remarkable confidence and were unafraid to display their physical attributes to anyone. However, these new humans were relatively more reserved in their demeanor. Comparatively, the Omna people, my people, had always been more discreet when it came to exposing their bodies, even in contrast to the ancient humans. However, our modesty was nothing compared to the new humans, who preferred to conceal and hide everything, almost as if they were burdened by shame.

Nevertheless, it is worth noting that the Omna people did not constantly have their lower private parts exposed, unlike humans. In the case of male Omna individuals, their genitals were securely concealed and only revealed during the mating process. And it was only when the female Omna approved and accepted the male that she would permit her own private parts to be unveiled and exposed.

In contrast to female humans, the breasts of a female Omna would only become visible during intimate moments with her mate. When properly exposed, the skin of an Omna female was remarkably soft and smooth, serving as an integral part of their bonding process. In order for two mates to achieve complete bonding, they needed to connect and merge as one. Once this connection was established, it was customary for them to remain physically linked for several days within a nest carefully prepared by the male.

The male Omna took on the responsibility of gathering food and creating a comfortable environment within the nest, ensuring that the female could experience maximum pleasure. However, I wondered how this intricate process would translate to humans. What kind of nutrition did these new humans prefer? I was aware of their fragility compared to the ancient ones, but I hadn't dedicated much time to studying their care. Although I had encountered individuals from her species on my planet, I had not conducted extensive research on how to properly care for one.

I sighed. Why did I even bother caring? I mean it's not like I cared that much. Well. I didn't care at all. I was merely intrigued and curious about the situation. It was frustrating to deal with humans, who were so delicate and easily broken. Perhaps that was why they were on the brink of extinction - their lack of strength to survive. And to make matters worse, they had these ridiculous rules that made no sense. Like wearing clothes that offered no real protection, or allowing females to freely communicate and linger around deadly weapons such as myself. It was mind-boggling.

Especially when it came to this particular human, who was so young and inexperienced in combat. I couldn't believe she had the audacity to compare her flimsy garments to the importance of my scales. My scaled armor had a purpose, after all! It shielded me from blinding lights, extreme temperatures, and even alerted me to potential threats. Meanwhile, her clothes barely kept her warm during the coldest seasons. Yet, she was strangely attached to them.

In truth, I couldn't help but notice that the majority of this new generation of humans had an undeniable attachment to their coverings. Having observed them for countless centuries, I found myself perplexed by the profound connection these modern humans had with their garments. She said wearing them was a form of respect for her body. Hiding her body was a form of respect. I couldn't help but again question the significance of clothing. She had given me a satisfactory answer, but were they truly that essential? I grasped the essence of what she meant about clothes and respect. And it did occur to me that if my scales were forcibly removed without my consent, it would be an immense source of shame and dishonor. Maybe that was the underlying meaning behind her attachment to her clothes. I couldn't be sure. With a sigh, I couldn't deny that it all still felt incredibly foreign and perplexing to me.

I rarely had extensive interactions with these new beings anyway. Most humans didn't survive for long in my presence, as I would either deliver them for experimentation or hunt them down to their demise. Occasionally, I would even exploit them to fulfill my primal desires, although I never truly felt any emotional connection toward them.

Yet, as I allowed my mind to wander, a peculiar sensation stirred within me, envisioning what it would be like to indulge in such carnal pleasures with this human female. Perhaps, in a purely sexual sense, she could provide some form of satisfaction...

Hmm.

I mean it would be purely educational. I could sense a growing excitement within me as I entertained the idea of indulging my desires with her petite figure. The thought of her experiencing both pleasure and pain, and the knowledge that she had never encountered anyone like me before, intensified my inner tension. It dawned on me that I had to cease envisioning her in such a manner, as it was becoming overwhelming. She was a human that had already been judged by my people, not one that I could play with for a time. I shook my head to dismiss such thoughts. However, in her unique manner, she possessed an innocence that was undeniable. Despite being a mere human, she displayed remarkable intelligence. Moreover, she wholeheartedly dedicated herself to the preservation of her species. It was truly regrettable that she was born as a human, as she possessed the qualities that would have made her an exceptional mate for an Omna male. The realization hit me like a bolt of lightning, causing my eyes to widen in astonishment. I found myself momentarily frozen, questioning the authenticity of my own thoughts.

I squinted my eyes, trying to make sense of the situation. This human was playing mind games with me, and it was starting to frustrate me. I had to remind myself of her true nature. With a dismissive scoff, I shook my head. I couldn't let myself get distracted. I had a mission to complete, and I needed to stay focused.

In the midst of my thoughts, a gentle signal abruptly caught my attention, causing my ears to instantly perk up. I could feel the presence of one of my ships passing by, attempting to establish communication with me. It struck me as peculiar timing for them to reach out. However, I acknowledged that my own lack of consistent communication during missions might have contributed to this unexpected page. Hence, I decided to grant them permission to transmit a signal to me.

"Are you okay, my brother in blood?"

I grinned, finding solace in hearing my native language and being reminded of the significance of my mission. "Yes, I am."

"What's happening below? Have you discovered anything about the human weaponry?"

I hesitated. I should have informed them that it was time to strike. Why prolong the war? "I have gained valuable knowledge. Based on my observations, the humans lack any formidable weapons to defend against an attack. They haven't tested anything on me, so I highly doubt they possess any means to fight back."

"Excellent. Well done, Enzuk. And what about the scientist? Have you located her?"

My body tensed. "Yes. She... she poses no threat. She won't be a problem."

"Great job. Tonight, then. We'll catch them off guard."

"No," I instinctively responded, my tone turning cold. I berated myself for adopting such a defensive stance. There was a long pause.

"No?"

What was I doing? "I... I need more time. Let me ensure my accuracy. I don't want our people to suffer in case I'm mistaken. I'll give the signal soon. Inform the warriors to be prepared, no mercy." Another lengthy silence followed before I received a response.

"Very well. We will patiently await your command. Please exercise caution, my dear brother. I am uneasy about your presence in that location. It is important not to underestimate the capabilities of humans."

They might have wanted to question my delay, but they knew better than to doubt me. With my extensive experience, I was one of the most skilled Omna warriors.

"I will proceed with caution. Let's keep a line of communication open in case we need to take action sooner."

"Absolutely. Be safe. I long for your safe return."