He laughed raggedly in her ear. “Lesson three,” he growled. “Heat can take a long time!” He reared back and fucked harder, making her hocks shudder with the intensity of his thrusts.

“Lesson four!” Raven gasped. “Humans don’t have Heat!”

And with that, she brought her legs suddenly tight together and locked all her body up in a crushing grip.

Instantly, the sheath enclosing him became one great sucking mouth. Caught mid-breath, Kane came eruptively, choking on howls, and then the second hammer of this revenge struck him. His true-cum was freed for release, but his body’s stored quick-cum was still swelling through his cock, constricted by the battle-grip his Raven had on him. The stimulant rush of orgasm was still savaging his senses; he fought to free himself, to piss out his quick-cum on the ground if he had to, so that the acid churning in him could be spent, and Raven locked up even tighter, making even his withdrawal into another spastic cumming.

“Let go, let go! Oh fuck, don’t let go!” he groaned, simultaneously slapping at her and pulling her even tighter to him. The entire length of his cock was being set slowly on fire as true-cum crawled up his constricted shaft, but the storm of continued orgasm that raged in him made it almost bearable. When at last his tsesac released, he was lost so deeply that he could not recognize it until he felt the burn of his seed spattering back onto his thighs.

He slumped then, still fastened to her, breathing heavily against her neck and feeling her body shake with her triumphant laughter.

“Say it, Kane,” she said, and butted her head playfully back at him.

He looked down at her, panting.

“It’s only fair.” She rolled her hips deliberately, sending a skillful current of friction all along his engloved cock. “Say it.”

“Tiyavek sa sen channan, Raven,” he breathed, and nuzzled fondly at her shoulder. “D’shorr.”

She laughed again, a sound of high, human victory, bringing Kane a pang of real regret as he removed himself from her. Raven pushed herself off the tree and shook down the fold of her skirt, smirking over her round shoulder at him. “Unfortunately,” she said, feigning disappointment, “Lesson one is, there’s a time and a place, and this is neither.”

True. Very true. Kane turned around, fastening himself into his clothing, and finally put out his hand. Sue-Eye came to lay his harvester back in his grip and, still warm in the glow of good sex, Kane bent and nipped at her jaw. Her smile spread out like sunlight and he chuckled and nipped again before giving her a push back toward the roar of the fair.

“Back to work for you, ichuta’a,” he said. “But you keep those mating thoughts in mind. I want good males to harvest.”

“Yes, Kane.”

Off she went. Kane held out his arm, watching her go, and Raven stepped into his half-embrace. “I told you I could be forgiving,” he remarked.

“I, on the other hand, hold a grudge. You’re going to pay mightily when I get around to giving you my lessons.”

He tried for an ominous sidelong glance, but was afraid his broad smile may have ruined the effect. “We’ll see,” he said simply. “But it’s going to have to wait until we’re in the open black. No more distractions. We finish this hunt and we get the fuck off this rock.”

She nodded obedience, her hand playing at his stomach.

“Back to the mountains,” Kane muttered, his eyes piercing the tangled bushes ahead for Sue-Eye’s return. “Back to the ship.”

“Will you let me fly it a little?”

“Why not?” He tickled playfully at her sides. “It’s a nice, long stretch of nothing between Earth and where we’re going. We’ve got to pass the time somehow.”

She gave him a good scratching on his bare stomach for that, but he let it go unanswered. Sue-Eye was coming back with her chosen male. Kane took his arm from Raven’s shoulders and dismissed her with a flick of his claws, flexing his grip on his harvester. Time to finish this hunt, now, while his misgivings were still faded out and Heat was at bay. He’d have the rest of his life to play with Raven, but by the time the sun set on this world, Kane meant to be leaving it behind.

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Chapter Thirty-Seven

Kane straightened up, snapped his hands out twice to knock the blood from them, and then braced them against his back and stretched until his bones creaked. He was soaked. He’d stripped off the hat and coat long ago, but it wasn’t enough. His pants were clinging to him unpleasantly, his footcovers squished when he walked, and his hair crawled with sweat to the point that he felt like his head was infested with bugs. But the end was in sight.

He glanced down at the corpse at his feet, still massaging at his aching back, and then turned away and trudged back into his clearing where his females waited for him. Sue-Eye held out his harvester and he gave her a critical once-over before taking it. She was starting to flag, his ichuta’a. As if getting groped at was such hard work.

His eyes went to Raven right on the heels of that thought. There was a woman who’d done some hard work. She was sleeping now, looking flushed and uncomfortable in the heat, with one hand tucked up under her skirt. He hadn’t been here that long, but he’d used her three times already (and never with quite the same sense of play or pleasure as the first, unfortunately), but there was going to be a fourth before too long if he didn’t get done here in a hurry.

Maybe he’d use Sue-Eye if it came to that. She might even see it as some kind of reward, although personally, Kane’d had his fill of even good fucking by now and was in no mood to indulge her.

There was no point in pursuing what-ifs. There was still work to be done. Kane held his harvester up to the light and gave it a shake as he gauged the volume of its contents. “One more, I think,” he said.

Sue-Eye nodded listlessly and turned around.

“Try to show some enthusiasm, damn it,” he snapped. “I’m starting to think you haven’t got it in you to do the fucking I want when we leave Earth.”

She swung back, stricken. “I can!”

“Really.” He gave her a cold eye. “You told me you’d fuck a thousand men for me. You’ve brought me less then twenty and you haven’t had to fuck any. And look at you.”

She dropped her eyes, her hands smoothing at her skirt. “I’m hot,” she said.

“So am I.” He tucked the harvester into the waistband of his pants and folded his arms, glaring at her. “Which is why I’m not inclined to let you give me shit over this.”

“I’m sorry.” She pulled her shirt out and retied it, looking at him hopefully. “I’ll do better.”

Heat was really scratching at him. His eye lingered on the swelling of her newly-emphasized breasts. “Go on then,” he said shortly, shaking it off. “One more. And smile, for fuck’s sake.”

Sue-Eye moved off and Kane retreated to lean against the tree that Raven slept beneath. She didn’t wake up, but she did moan a little, the hand between her thighs rubbing briefly. She resettled, her features twisted into a sleeping wince and her hair falling over her face. It made her look so cute, so little and helpless. Heat scratched at him again, and again, he fought it down. He wouldn’t mind a wrestle with his Raven, but he was tired of Heat bullying him into it.

Well, at least this would be the last time. One more male to pull dopamine from and this hunt was done. They’d leave—no, they’d eat first. He was starving and he was sure both his females were as well, seeing as he’d herded them out this morning with no food. The smells emanating from the fair weren’t very appetizing but then, it couldn’t be any worse than some other things he’d eaten. Old Urak had prodigious talents in a lot of fields, but cooking had never been one of them.