Page 18 of Axon’s Lust

“Is there any news from Harpo?” I said quickly, eager to change the topic.

“Nothing new,” the Captain replied, shaking his head. “After you check in at the communications’ bay, get some sleep. That is an order. I need you rested before the meeting in a few hours.” He commanded.

“Yes, sir,” I said, bowing my head slightly before walking away.

As I retrieved the image, I tried to look at the Compiers from a human perspective. First of all, they looked like human lizards. They were very large with scaly skin and long claws, and their tongues flickered out when they spoke. They had thin slits in the middle of their face for nostrils, and they were very brutal and barbaric, yet also intelligent. They could slash down a human in a heartbeat.

After I checked in with communication to make sure they were coordinating with Jennifer Rose on the images, I went back to my den and laid down on the bed, tired from a long night of watching over Jennifer.

I couldn’t stop thinking of her. I dreamt of her in my bed, straddling me, and begging me to kiss her. I was already propping myself up with my elbows to do as she wished when I suddenly awoke. I cursed, but I knew I would be seeing her again soon.

The Captain and I used the small ship to fly to the rooftop to meet with the humans one more time. In the meeting room, Jennifer and David set the projector so the men in the room could see the image of the Compiers side by side with the President’s image as he spoke.

The Captain accompanied it with a physical description of the Compiers, as well as what we know of their biological and psychological makeup. If I had to describe their human reactions, I would say they were one of deep concern, and a little bit horrified by the opposition.

“Does venom come from their biting and clawing?” one of the leaders asked from the projection.

“They do bite and scratch as part of their hand to hand combat strategy,” the Captain confirmed. “But they are not venomous. Although infection and other diseases are a risk,” the Captain said.

“That is to be expected,” the President replied. “We’ll need to make sure our soldiers are outfitted in armor that can withstand these types of slashes and bites,” he said.

“I will get started on production immediately, Mr. President,” the Earth General assured him.

During the meeting, I couldn’t help but be aware of Jennifer’s presence. I caught her looking at me every now and then, and when the meeting was over, the Captain once again ordered me to be her personal protector. I was both ecstatic and frustrated at the thought of this assignment.

Would I have to spend another night forcing myself not to kiss her? Would it be another night of me biting my tongue to not reveal our taking of human females from Earth? No matter what, I could not wait to be with her once more.

***

What I thought was just a short stay on Earth became six nights of torture. After that second night of watching her and bringing her back to work in the morning, the Captain and the President agreed for me to keep guarding her until our business was over.

Six nights of listening to her shower, sharing meals with her, and having stimulating conversation, on top of the fact she was so fun and flirtatious. I am becoming almost too comfortable here on Earth, and with Jennifer, that the thought of leaving to go back home is starting to weigh on me.

“A penny for your thoughts?” she asked, standing right beside me as I gazed at the streets below us. I turned sideways to face her, confused by what she said.

“What did you say?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.

“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s an expression,” she said, her cheeks blooming into a light pinkish tint. “That saying, ‘A penny for your thoughts?’ means you’re asking what the other person is thinking about,” she explained.

“Ah. I see,” I said.

“I was just curious because you seem to be really sad about something. I mean, judging from the frown on your face,” she said.

“My apologies, Jennifer. You are right. I was thinking of something else,” I told her.

“Well, I know that feeling,” she said sympathetically. She stood up from the table and went to her kitchen, reaching up to open one of the cabinets and pulling a long dark bottle and a small metallic screw from the drawers on the counter. “Would you like a glass of wine? I think it’s just the thing for you right now.” She said with a smile.

She twisted and popped the top off, and then she brought the bottle to the table, grabbing two glass cups. She poured out a rich red liquid into each cup before handing me one.

“It’s red wine,” she said, answering the question bubbling on my lips. “It’s made from a type of fruit we call grapes. It’s alcohol. It makes people feel good,” she explained with a smile.

The human females back on our planet had talked of this before, although it was the first time I was seeing it. We had something similar on our planet, albeit much stronger.

“Thank you,” I said before tilting the glass up and finishing the drink in one gulp. She poured me some more before drinking hers as well.

“Tell me, what are the females on your planet like?” she asked.

I arched one eyebrow at her.