Alien Skin Market by Lizzy Bequin
CHAPTER 35: DAGGOTH
Daggoth cursed himself for his stupidity.
The escape pod descended to the planet. Its transparent, bubble-like exterior provided its passengers with a full three hundred sixty degree panorama of their surroundings. Alternating views of the overcast sky and the dark jungle whirled around them in a sickening blur as they fell. Daggoth’s iron stomach had no trouble withstanding the dizzying effect, but the alien female strapped into the seat across from him was not faring so well. Her face had taken on a faded green hue, and it looked like she would regurgitate the contents of her stomach at any moment.
Daggoth almost wished she would retch all over him. At least that would do something to mask the intoxicating scent of her body, which was rapidly filling the enclosed space of the pod and driving Daggoth mad with lust.
That scent threatened to spoil all his well-laid plans.
He had selected the perfect location, a secluded and uninhabited planet where there would be no witnesses to his crime. With his drone beetles, he had hacked the ship’s navigational computer to bring them to this star system. The remotely detonated explosive on the field generator had forced them to land on the planet for repairs. The escape pod had provided a means for Daggoth to escape with the female. He had left a message for Mistress Nekrona at Betnt Koarth with the coordinates of this planet. Now it would just be a matter of waiting for his employer to arrive. His beacon signal would guide her to his exact location on the planet.
The only remaining detail was to dispose of the three Raksha and their ship, and his strategically placed EMP charges would take care of that now.
The escape pod had stopped spinning and settled into a semi-stable position, which allowed Daggoth to see more clearly. He spotted the ship in the distance. They were banking, coming back around to reclaim their stolen cargo, but Daggoth was going to put a stop to that.
The alien female belonged to him now.
Him and nobody else.
The air inside the pod was so freighted with her feminine scent, Daggoth found it hard to think. He could feel himself going feral with lust, and his cock was so hard it threatened to explode through his body suit. But somehow he managed to summon enough concentration to retrieve the EMP remote detonator and press the button.
Daggoth watched with satisfaction as the spaceship stopped turning and started plummeting toward the ground.
The alien female saw it too, and she let out a shriek of pain and rage that pierced Daggoth’s heart like a spear.
Apparently she had grown fond of the other three Raksha during their short time together.
Daggoth would help her forget them.
She was his now.
And that was his failure. Daggoth had come here on a mission. His job was to retrieve the alien female for his employer, Mistress Nekrona. He had planned everything so carefully, but he had neglected to consider the female’s scent and the effect it would have on him. He felt his rational mind slipping beneath the surface as his basal animal urges took over. If only he had brought a damn respirator, he could have avoided this, but now it was too late.
He was drowning in the female’s scent, and it was breaking him. His mind had already been broken once before. Now this alien female’s scent was shattering it to bits and reducing him to a slavering beast. He growled and snarled in his seat, and the female cringed back into hers, fear rounding her eyes into wide white circles.
The female belonged to him now. He would never turn her over to Mistress Nekrona. As of this moment, he was terminating his own employment. Nekrona would be none too pleased about that, but Daggoth would deal with her when the time came.
For now, his only thoughts were of the female. It was all he could do not to rip off his safety harness and fall upon her right here inside of the falling escape pod. But to do so would result in grave injury or death when they landed, and some final remaining vestige of Daggoth’s rational mind kept him in his seat for now.
Soon, he told himself, soon.
Once they had landed, then he would stake his claim.
The female whimpered and squirmed in her seat. Tears traced wet lines down her cheeks. Below, the dark jungle rose to welcome them.
Soon…