Drake Glauco, now a successful nourisher and happily joined to Vernon, comes to realize it's time for a Priaxian/human alliance to come to fruition. The joy he has experienced too great for it to not be used to benefit all mankind. The mutual need too important. With each passing day, Drake and Vernon's symbiotic relationship grows just as much as the hatchlings inside the egg the Priaxian carries as the hope for his species.
But trouble stirs in the dark places of the galaxy. A once sleeping giant, an enigmatic race known as the Herdsmen, stirs. Their awakening brought about by many events, including trespassing into their territory. The result of them becoming known is devastating for all the sentient species, especially for humans. The Herdsmen have developed a taste for mankind's flesh.
Can Drake and Vernon negotiate an agreement with the Herdsmen before it's too late? Offer some alternative to the slaughter that will result if they enter human space. Or will their plans to dominate the galaxy obliterate all in their path, including their allies?
All hope once more falls on Drake…and a mysterious Priaxian soldier who communicates to him in his dreams.
"What did you want?"
"I want you to have me," he growled in reply.
In the next instant, I was on top of him, the coral atoll we found ourselves upon, our bed. His smile spurring me on, I ran my hands all over him, concentrating on his chest and nipples. He was ready. All the while, rubbing my genitals against his, gaining a rhythm as if I were inside him. My erection gaining hardness with each stroke, my foreskin helping my cock's gliding action as I pressed harder against him. This was one of the most sensual experiences I could imagine and Vernon made it all so very real. The experience, as I came to kiss him, was just like what we did during our real life bonding or dry extraction as it was sometimes known. I loved that he knew me so well.
Sure, extractions served the purpose of feeding the hatchlings within the egg Vernon incubated, but that didn't mean we couldn't have fun, experience each other on an ever increasing and deepening level.
Vernon parted my kiss, one that had filled with so much passion and lust, that alone would have got me to climax. "Take me now!"
No answer was required. I let out a groan shuffling into position, so I could enter his warmth. He parted his legs wider, his arsehole more than inviting. Teasing his rim with my finger, I prepared him for entry.
He let out little groans, too. His stomach quivered and his breathing became deeper and more erratic. I could tell he was close to climax. He grabbed his own cock and balls, so I could access him without any hindrance. Not that he was any obstacle. He wanted me.
I pressed my hardness against him. Again he groaned, arching his back, inviting me to proceed. My cock was slick with pre-cum and I had no trouble piercing his hole. He let out a satisfied yell. My length sunk into him, the sensation of his flesh around me more than enough to give me eternal pleasure.
"You're perfect!" he roared, bringing his legs around me, forcing me to push myself deeper into him.
"So are you."