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All I feel is him. I am consumed, enveloped by him, and I think I have finally become a new person because of him.
I cannot feel anything but him, cannot see anything but him. He has become the context with which I look at the world, and that will never change.
My heart breaks open over and over again, as Azron fucks me faster and lets go of my hands.
My hands go to his shoulders, and I dig my nails into his skin when I feel my legs start to tremble and my pussy start to pulse.
Azron feels it, too. He feels the tension in my body, like a string drawn taut and ready to snap.
And the string snaps when Azron angles his hips upwards and his cock hits the spot inside me that makes me come undone.
And he comes undone inside me, too.
34
GEL’GED
Ithrow down the files on the table in front of me. It lands with the pages open on the newest report, the latest addition to the intel on this case. Grunting, I look at it from a distance, reading the grisly details of the murder of Zephon, the head xaphan who had been assigned to this case.
I never liked the bastard to begin with. It wasn’t solely because he was a xaphan but there had always been something fishy about him. In some alternate reality where we caught the killer, I’m sure he wouldn’t have hesitated to take the credit for himself and find some way to imply we were aiding them.
The explanation provided to me by Azron and Elia made sense. I, alongside them, am more than glad he is dead, but now I’m looking down the tunnel of problems this will create for me.
The murder is only going to complicate things, but I remind myself to stand my ground. Another general by the name of Folsun enters my office as I mull over the report.
“This is bad, really bad,” he remarks.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” I groan.
“How did things get this way?” he asks. “You know now what the xaphan are likely to do if they do get answers?”
“I know. A high-ranking official murdered on our territory is grounds for a declaration of war.”
“It’s going to take a miracle to prevent this.”
“Surely they won’t go that far,” I tell my fellow general. “Especially if they want to keep portraying this image of being the good, all-righteous folk that they show to all of Aerasak.”
“Maybe, maybe not. After all, we all know they’d wipe us out for good if they got the chance.”
“Perhaps you’re right… Fucking high and mighty pricks. Even if they have a dark side. Do you know what the only difference is between us and them? We’re honest about being a bunch of blood thirsty bastards.”
“Yeah,” chuckles Folsun. “I had better go check if there’s any comms being relayed about all this.”
With that, he makes a swift exit. I am by my lonesome in my office. I look at the name of the agent that is, or now was, assigned to the case.
“Azron, you son of a bitch.”
Azron Magthollith has to be long gone by now. Part of me is glad he found a way out of this mess. He was one of my best men and one of the few people in this world who deserves to live a life in peace, especially since he had been dragged back into this at my hand, a move I never wanted to use on him.
Looking out my window, I reflect on where he may be and hope he’s enjoying himself.
“May we never meet again,” I say.
I envision him walking off into the horizon with that girl of his hooked around his arm, the human Elia. While I’m happy he got the send-off that he has earned for his years of service, his absence only serves as a cold reminder of the revolving door the army has become.
The vast majority of the men who have served under me are gone, injured, or dead. I’m glad Azron got out alive, but I’m here alone again, and for what? The monotony of this role is beginning to eat away at my sanity, and I’m not sure just how much longer I’ll be able to do this.
“I am bred for fighting,” I say to myself, clenching a bruised and calloused fist. “Not for some damned desk job.” Sitting in my chair reviewing documents and issuing commands all day would get nothing done.
