The kingdom of a slave: Klaus

The mines of N'Tirlay ...

It was like being back there.

I had a vague notion of how my body burned and it was a well-known sensation.

In the citadel, I had been a slave and host to K'Aldriants. The poison they carried in their bodies could easily make someone sick. Somehow my organism resisted all the difficulties of captivity. I was sure it burned inside and wouldn't have imagined the impossible.

Even though it was a source of fresh food that should be preserved and cared for, still the painful symbiosis brought advantages to me that at first made me doubt my own sanity.

Edrians were a compatible mix of genes between humans and Urodelans.

The race that inhabited Urodela was one of the warrior creatures and cold-blooded. Some said they could very easily use telepathy and even read thoughts. Perhaps it was the latent genes of my ancestors ...

I found out when I was wounded in the gaming arenas and yet I remained victorious when facing an alien warrior admired by the natives.

It was without waiting. Suddenly it was no longer just the admired shouts of such an exotic crowd of many different races. My mind gave the impression that it was going to explode. There were so many thoughts and everything at the same time with no connection or any coherence. I gasped and woke up a few days later.

Body pains finally demanded my presence in a despicable world. My head gave the impression that I had exaggerated the excellent fermented drink of those unfortunate aliens for a change.

The daily routine of a slave was quite monotonous. If you were lucky, respiratory implants could make you able to breathe the carbon dioxide-dense air in the mines without suffocating.

My first and only certainty in that place when I opened my eyes without being able to rinse was that I was still alive. Ah! Legs and arms. Head and trunk. Everything throbbed painfully. I didn't usually look like that after physical battles. Only that last alien was an incredibly strong and monstrous hybrid that almost cost me my life.

Grumbling, I tried to move and stopped when I realized I wasn't there alone.

-You were very lucky to have escaped this time. You should rest. The lady of fortune does not usually smile like that every day for those who generally pursue death with pleasure. You don't care about yourself. You have no regard for anyone you care about!

Lucky?

The way my body ached I couldn't call it luck.

I swore under my breath in some alien language and shook my head with a groan, noting the improvised dressing. I heard the low, irritated tone of voice very attentively.

-With the experience I have, I can assure you that luck is something that doesn't exist here. Where is there a damn drink? That leg hurts like a furnace.

I heard the sound of a perplexed and lower laugh and it was a damn sight so blurred that I could barely make out shapes.

-Drink, you idiot? You could have died there in the fighting. Are you aware of the work and concern you caused? There is no damn drink. My uncle used to say that nothing like a good porridge to regain health. he was too lucky that Ravenack decided to take them out of the mines to live here.

Take it out of the mines? I could curse angrier still. Does a slave from the mines get the K'Aldriants' attention? It meant serious problems for me. I tried to sit up and my head spun as if it were full of cotton.

What the fuck!

-You are completely irresponsible. the low voice replied. "In any case, you're not going anywhere with the drugs to ease the pain of your leg injury.

I outlined a smile of irony and with a muffled groan I pulled the bandage off my head and did the impossible. I stood up. And it was the same feeling I felt when eating the unfortunate roots. My disoriented senses were frustrated. I blinked my eyes at the realization that the profusion of colors had sound. A mix of sensations very inconvenient. And it was hellish in there.

Damn it. Alkaloids! He was high on drugs because of his injury. The last thing I should have done was to stir the pulse of the blood in my body by increasing its circulation. The effect was amazing. It was as if all the impulses in my brain did not pick up any more pain.

The lack of motor coordination ... I ended up falling without any balance with disorientation. At least the ribs didn't hurt anymore. I was surprised by a wall of muscles that cushioned my fall, softening the impact with surprise.

He was absolutely not an alien, cold-blooded creature as I initially imagined. The skin next to mine was pleasantly warm. I managed to catch a tense and embarrassed throat more surprised. They were by no means feminine curves that molded close to my body and yet there was a natural appeal. There were an individual and unique fragrance that came from that creature that took care of me.

-What the fuck! My eyes ...- I mumbled annoyed.

-But what do I intend to do? Are you trying to open that wound again? Irresponsible! Do you know the concern that caused me?

It was so strange to see someone that worried about me. In that unfortunate place, the creatures died by the thousands in the mines. It was definitely not a body with the miserable black oil they used to make the chosen ones more receptive to hybridization experiments. It was actually a receptive body, hot and excited. I noticed that in the way the erection compressed my belly.

I raised my eyebrow, ignoring the situation, but there was a chill rising in my belly. Physical contact brought unexpected stimuli. It was an exciting, electric shiver that I didn't have the strength to resist and didn't want to.

-Is that you? Have you ever learned to obey orders?

I outlined my best bastard smile, trying to focus on that face. I could feel the pulse rising as I noticed the panting next to mine. It was certain that the blood was going to the head. Madness! Total madness! No relationship was part of my plans.

-Is that you? - I provoked with genuine satisfaction. - Have you ever tried to relax?

He stopped still and without action. Curse! I might not be seeing well, but I knew with certainty to differentiate a male from a female. Had the unfortunate man believed that he had not noticed that detail?

-And and you? What are your plans besides trying to kill yourself again?

There were frustration and a slightly offended complaint in the strained voice. I raised my most mocking eyebrow.

My plans? His low, husky groan was an invitation for the muscles in my waist down to react on their own. First, my hands went to his shoulders, and then, flattened, they touched the face of strained expressions firmly as I rolled over him.

Why didn't I stop it? He was probably the type to hide from the world itself in conflict with sexuality.

My excitement was evident and I made no attempt to disguise it.

-It depends! Are you the type who is ashamed to kiss another man? Have you ever kissed another man? "I sighed miserably." I'm not the kind of guy who is easy to please.

My whole body pressed his heavenly and when I moved my hips, I could feel that I was not the only one who felt it.

That was enough. My mouth in the next instant demanded the victory prize and without thinking I gave vent to all the sensations.

The taste of that mouth was ...