Contagion (Gennekt, #2)

by Amanda Milo

...The mist is exploded human. HOW UNSANITARY!

These are deplorable conditions, and if the particles of our captors are still suspended in the atmosphere, they should be ashamed of themselves.

I’ve been watching her quite closely. Focusing on her is the only thing that’s kept me from a complete nervous collapse.

The shy glance she sends up to me in return does something odd to the rhythm beating in my thoracic cavity.

I sniff and notch back my antennae. “I’ve never been so female-handled in all my life,” I inform her primly.

“You could have fallen—that was ghastly! Here, come back here with haste. Fit your sandals back on and perhaps your feet won’t be entirely contaminated—” I gasp when she only turns away from me and keeps going. “BAD HUMAN! BAD!”

😂

“If we’re lost out here for much longer, and our situation becomes the direst of circumstances, you have my permission to eat me after I perish.”

“I’m ignoring your rational voice from now on. I’ve had enough of it following me and trying to feed me lies.” She laughs, and geh! The sound of it does what her words could not: I relax.

“If my translation device is right, and referring to me as princess means you think I’m a self-important, temperamental person with superior tastes and a peculiar difficulty to be pleased; then you’re correct, and I take no offense.”

“You’re not a princess. You’re a little fussy, but you’re really a prince.”

I eye the muddy bank leading to the water’s edge, and decide I’ll accept death by dehydration.

Aurora reaches back and pats my abdomen. “Shush, Simmi.” I’d been about to say more, but something about her hand’s placement does indeed shush me effectively.

There was a time when our males fought for the female they wanted—the victor would develop bright markings, warning all others to be wary of approaching, because nearby would be his female. I’m wearing mate marks.

I am prepared to spit in this man’s face in her honor, should the need arise.

😂

“You are a vision, already risen and shining and beautiful,”

“Say something else. Something flattering.” “My antennae are very handsome by Genneӝt standards.”

😂

“I’ll show you what I like first, and then you’ll know what to do next time.” I swallow audibly. “I am exhilarated at the confirmation of multiple sessions.”

I’m afraid I’m going to release too early, until it occurs to me that I might be facing the opposite problem: I’m so excited I may not experience a limit. With Aurora above me, touching herself, I fear I could be in this state all the day and darkcycle.

“I like viciousness from you. Even when you promise things that make you sound like a mad scientist.”

She can always tease me out of my episodes.