Page 16 of Seeded By Two

Like all Krev, I went through Steyatt and, as it had already started, I was getting antsy and frustrated.

I flew off the handle at the slightest inconvenience and was quick to anger.

Not the ideal mindset to negotiate.

I needed to satisfy my needs, which was why I had dispatched Feon to find me a mate.

Ordinarily, I preferred to head out myself and find mates who could fulfill the much-needed role.

But with how these negotiations were dragging on, I knew I didn’t want to waste any more time than I had to.

Already, these creatures were taking up too much of my time.

Each time the document was finalized, they huddled up in a corner and buzzed among themselves in their hideous language, glancing over their shoulders at me and my co-negotiators, before returning to the table and demanding we edit a crucial aspect of the negotiation.

My father had told me to be patient with them, to be open to anything they wanted — but it was at my discretion as to whether or not to give it to them.

As we were the victors, they the obvious losers, I was not much in the mood to hash out every single tiny item.

Not with my cock burning, throbbing, hurting, pressing against the front of my pants.

My seed was virtually begging me to leave this room and agree to everything the Ukmat wished, so that I might then leave and finally satisfy my primal urges.

Now, finally, it looked like they were actually ready to sign off.

Their chief negotiator picked up the traditional Krev pen, lowered it to the dotted line where they were to sign.

I felt excited, knowing that soon I would be free, that I could leave this place, leap onto my waiting shuttle craft and fly at warp speed to the Seeding Facility where Feon would have already located my Steyatt mate.

He hadn’t contacted me yet but he would soon.

I hope.

The Ukmat’s chief negotiator paused, the tip of the pen perched on the dotted line.

He glanced at his partners on either side before leaning back and looking me in the eye — at least, I thought he was looking me in the eye — it was impossible to tell with the tubes that were his eyes.

They could just as easily be looking behind himself as much as they were looking at me.

But by the way he folded his long insect-like arms, I thought it more likely he was glaring at me.

“Is there a problem?” I asked, doing my utmost to control my desire to scream.

“We are not pleased with the assurances you have given us that you will not attack us again,” the creature said.

Even though his words were translated into that of the Krev language, I could still hear his voice on the other side of the table, speaking its harsh cultural tone — as ugly as the creatures themselves were.

I ground my teeth and said in as steady a voice as I could manage:

“Let’s not forget you were the ones that attacked first. Many times over the years. We did not respond and your attacks became more and more flagrant. Finally, we put our foot down and defended ourselves. We will not stop defending ourselves so long as you keep on attacking us.”

My chief of security, who sat on my left-hand side, folded his arms and nodded his head.

I knew he felt the same way I did and that my father — may he live forever — had been far too lenient on these creatures.

I would be an entirely different ruler when my time to rule had come.

Without missing a beat the creature said, “This was an unprovoked attack. We are the victims. We are not the attackers.”

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