The New Planet (closed)

He held out for as long as he thought he could, but Kylikki's orgasm pushed him over. He roared once more as his climax hit, filling her again with his dragon seed. He panted slowly as he came to a rest within her. It was his las time, his cock becoming flaccid, but still rather swollen.

"Mmm, that was wonderful Kylikki."

He straighten up, but he put his arm around her to hold her against him. He could feel her quiver a little with the aftermath of her orgasm, his hands around her waist and over her ass as he held her up.
 
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Kylikki nestled against Draco as he rose and lifted her. His hands felt good against her body.

His semen was running down her thighs. She quivered, panted. She tried to answer him, wanted to tell him it had been wonderful to her too, but found her throat parched.

She smiled against his shoulder, turned her face a little bit and kissed him with dry lips on his neck. Her breasts felt very tender against his chest. Slowly she unlocked her feet, and let her legs dangle. She licked her lips.

"Water, milk, sit?" she murmured. "Me on your lap?"
 
He gave a little chuckle at the way she was speaking, but understood what she meant. Keeping a good grasp on her, he walked over to the small pond, which had grown larger due to the melting snow through the winter. He carefully sat down at the edge of the pool, helping her sit on his lap.

"The water is quite cold, so take your time."

He pulled a hand from her to dip it into the chilly water. Cupping his large hand, he lifted out a large palmful of water, offering it to her.
 
More of Draco's cum ran along her legs while he carried her over to the pond in the back of the cave. A moment she wondered why he got out to get snow for her to clean herself after he squirted his juice over her face the first time he came, but with a shake of her head she dismissed it.

"The water is quite cold, so take your time."

With one hand she held Draco's, and put her lips against his hand. Carefully she tipped it with her hand and drank some water. It was cold, but sweet. Not as cold as she had expected, Draco's higher body temperature already had taken the edge of it she supposed. And the big chamber was quite warm anyway, as far as she knew there was a fire burning nearly always. That or a number of torches.

Kylikki drank some more, shivered as a drop ran down her chin and splashed on her breast, a bit more carefully she finished all the water in his hand. He had big hands.

The way she was sitting, his cock was trapped between their bodies. It wasn't half as hard as before, but not half as flaccid as she had expected it to be either.

"Draco?" She looked up at him while she ran her fingertips over the wet palm of his hand. "I need a wash. Later. Now I want to sit differently."

She got up, put a hand on his shoulder to stabilize herself -she found her legs very wobbly- and sat down on his lap again, now her back against his chest and her legs stretched out between his legs. "This okay?" she asked him a bit drowsy.
 
He let her tip his hand as she needed, not rushing her. He could tell she was a little tired and needed a bit of rest. He just smiled and nodded at her question of sitting differently, letting her do what she needed to. Once she was settled, he placed one hand over her stomach to steady her.

"This is just fine. Rest as much as you need to. You'll probably be here awhile."

His other hand reached up and his fingers ran along her cheek gently for a few moments before resting on her thigh gently. He chuckled for a moment before easing back to lay on the floor, guiding her gently backwards as well.
 
"This is just fine. Rest as much as you need to. You'll probably be here awhile."

Kylikki nodded, laid a hand on Draco's hand on her stomach and caressed it softly with small strokes from her thumb. She leaned her head against his shoulder.

She wasn't sure if this was a comfortable position for him, but if he said it was alright, it would be alright. His fingers running over her cheek made he sigh contently and lean her head towards them.

A smile appeared on her face hearing his chuckles, she felt his chest move before she heard him. At first she didn't notice he was leaning backwards, only felt more comfortable. Then, as she found herself passing the point of no return, she struggled a moment to stay upright, but soon followed his lead. She wriggled her butt a bit, until his cock was nestled between her buttocks, laid both her hands on the arm over her stomach and closed her eyes. His heartbeat against her back was a sweet lullaby ...
 
He soon fell asleep after she did. His chest rose and fell slowly with each breathe he took, his arm over her protectively. He was asleep for a few hours before slowly waking up. He wasn't sure when it was, but Kylikki was still asleep on him. He chuckled softly, thinking she was worn out from earlier. Needing to take care of business, he carefully moved her to lay upong her clothing for bedding.

The fire only needing a little stroking to get it going, but the warmth was still pLenny that she would be warm enough without covers. He went deepl into the tunnels to what had served as bathroom, using it before going to check on the weather.

The storm was still in full effect over the island, but he was able to see it was sometime during the night. He placed it to be the same night of the day she had came inside. Once he was back in the cavern, he decided to shift to his natural form for a bit.

He curled up on the bed of gold, watching her sleep for a few moments before going back to sleep himself.
 
Not one bad dream disturbed Kylikki's sleep.

She opened her eyes once, feeling she was lifted up, cradled in Draco's arms, he carefully laid her down on her clothes, and she watched his back as he stirred the fire. She curled up and closed her eyes again.

The atmosphere in the chamber changed, she stirred, saw Draco change into his dragon-form and knowing it was the energy of his magic which had woken her, she closed her eyes again.

She wanted to pull the cover back over her feet, and realized after some searching with her hand, she wasn't sleeping in her bed. Her cold feet now woke her fully and slowly she sat up. She needed to go to the latrines. But she wasn't in the village. She was in Draco's cave, where he slept on his bed of golden trinkets. She looked over to him, sighed, remembering what they had done. She felt sticky. His cum had dried on her, on her chest, her arms, her legs.

Silently she got to her feet, walked to the bucket with water beside the fire. As quietly as she could, she washed herself, cringing slightly once in a while when she touched an especially tender spot. Her bladder was not too pleased with her washing herself. She asked herself if she should wake up Draco and decided against it. There was still water in the bucket, and it was an old bucket at that. With years of training to not wake other people while she dressed, she put on her leggings and her vest, took the bucket in her hand and disappeared into the tunnel leading to the surface.

Behind the curtain she did what she had to do, picked the bucket up again and walked to the ledge as fast as she could. The tunnel floor was cold under her feet, and got colder the closer she came to the opening.

With a big swung she emptied the bucket. She was careful to swing it to the left of the stairs, She shivered. It was very cold, the wind blew snow into her face and her hair in long strands around her face, her naked feet sunk into the layer of snow just inside the tunnel, but nonetheless she scooped snow in the bucket, cleaned it, and threw the snow away.

The weather was really bad. She couldn't see much. It was dark, but her body told her it was close to dawn.

She left the bucket on the ledge, wedged securely against the rocks. The snow would fill it, and it would be clean enough.

Now the floor felt warmer under her feet with every step she took. Once she passed the veils she sighed with relief. Warm air engulfed her. Her stomach rumbled.
 
He opened his eyes after she came back through the curtain, hearing her stomach rumble. He lifted his head for a moment, stretching his neck out.

I stashed some fish deeper in the caverns, packed in with large amounts of ice. They should be plenty fresh for you to eat. Perhaps we can look at your book in a little while. I need to stay like this for a little while, so feel free to do what you like.

He blinked for a moment, the firelight in the cavern making his eyes glimmer before laying his head down once more as he watched here.
 
That was it for getting into the stealth mode to not disturb Draco's sleep; Kylikki smiled when his voice sounded in her head and wondered if he had listened to every move she made since she woke up. Quizzically she looked at him. On a sudden impulse she ran over to him and pressed her mouth against his cheek.

"Those fish will be enormous, knowing you. Unless you want one now I'll have some of the bread and cold meat from my backpack," she whispered. She pulled her head back a bit. "Did you hear that? In your head, or with your ears?"
 
He wasn't expecting her to kiss his cheek, but he enjoyed it none the less. He tilted his head a little as she whispered.

No, I am not hungry right now. I will probably eat tonight or tomorrow.

He blinked for a moment, not quite sure what she meant by the question of hearing her.

I have very keen hearing to hear with. And I try to only use telepathy to talk like this, nothing more. I only use my ears to listen to others speak, if that's what you mean. I wouldn't think those unused to telepathy would find it very comfortable.
 
A pensive look on her face Kylikki nodded. She wasn't quite sure if she understood Draco completely, if she interpreted his words right he could listen to her words in her mind, but chose not to do so. She sighed, her stomach rumbled again. She would talk about this later. For weeks, moons actually, this "telepathy" had occupied her brain often.

"Do you want to sleep? If not, it would like to sit here, eat something and comb my hair."
 
He gave a little rumble chuckle for a moment at her question.

You don't have to go anyplace else while I sleep. I do not mind at all if you remain close while I sleep. Do whatever you would like to while I sleep. It shouldn't be more than a few hours.

He opened his mouth for a moment, his forked tongue sliding out to lick at the side of her face for a moment before he laid his head down once more. He stretched out his wings a little in the small area before settling them back against him once more.
 
Kylikki nodded, and her stomach announced its agreement too. She smiled when Draco licked her cheek. It was a very strange feeling, feeling two tongue-tips caress her cheek at the same time.

She watched him spread his wings and when he folded them, she turned around and went for her bag. She always left it close to the entrance, where the slight draft kept the food fresh. She never had left it there overnight though, unless Draco wanted to keep something for a while.

Picking up her bag and the plate her mother had made for Draco, and a knife lying beside it, she sighed. He needed a cupboard, or at least a shelf. She studied the wall, decided a long shelf could be hung from two torch-holders with crossing leather bands, the wall was smooth, it would be stable enough for a plate or two, a few knives and a little bag with herbs for tea and a few other things like the drinking horn.

On her way back to his bed she picked the golden comb up from the floor. A blush covered her face when she thought of how she had undressed for it. The blush deepened when she scolded herself. She hadn't undressed to get the comb, she had undressed for Draco. The expression on his face had been arousing to look at.

What was arousing too, were her nipples brushing against her vest. She seldom did not wear her breast band. It felt like a forbidden pleasure somehow.

She pushed a few chalices and necklaces aside and sat down against his leg.

The bread smelled good, the butter was soft, the cold meat smelled great, the milk smelled a little bit off. She emptied the small sack nonetheless into her stomach. She ate with appetite. After putting the plate aside, she picked up the comb. The soft breathing noises Draco made, made her feel good while she combed her hair. Making stroke after stroke she wondered if she should braid it, or leave it hanging open. It would get in the way again if she left it open. She pulled it over to the right side of her head, braided the last quarter and bound it with a little leather strap. She wished she had a few beads, she would have strung them on a few strands, had them resting just above the braided part.

With a content sigh she leaned her head against Draco, and closed her eyes after she let her eyes wander around the chamber for a moment.
 
Draco stayed awake a little bit longer, but his eyes remained closed. He could hear her move around the cavern, her bare feet hitting softly against the slightly warm rock. He could easily follow her as she moved around to grab her meal from beside the curtain, and back to him. The movement of the golden items was a little loud in his hearing, but it didn't bother him. The smell of her food filled his nose for a few moments, mixing with her scent as well. He aslo detected a tinge of her arousal, wondering what was starting to make her so.

He soon pushed those thoughts aside as she settled down beside him. It was a short while before he felt her leaning against his neck. His throat rose and fell slowly with his breathing, warm air flowing from his nostrils with each breathe. He did soon fall asleep, his breathing slowing even more as his body went into a hibernation-like state. He did shift in his sleep, his claws kneading into the pile every now and then.

He was asleep for several hours, beginning to wake up slowly just after dusk. His body signaled the change as his breathing slowly became more pronounced. He opened his eyes slowly, peering around to look for Kylikki.
 
Slipping in and out off dreams and sleep Kylikki cuddled against Draco. She had found a spot against his neck where no spikes disturbed her.

The soft movement of his neck as he breathed slowly felt like a soft rocking boat, sending her back to sleep every time she opened her eyes. There were things she wanted to think about, but her body and mind worked together to hinder her at pondering about what happened last night.

Deeper breaths from Draco woke Kylikki. He was waking up. She kept leaning against him, but used her own muscles to stay upright now.

She played with the braided part of her hair, ran her fingers over it, fiddled with the band and the open strands peeking out from under it.

"Good morning," she said softly.
 
Good morning. Well, it's closer to evening I would say. What did you do while I was asleep?

Draco opened his mouth wide for a moment before closing it again. He could feel her leaning against him, so he didn't want to do anything to disturb her. However a low rumble in his stomach suggested he do otherwise. He tilted his head back a little to look at her.

It seems that it's time for me to eat once more. Do you mind bringing me some fish to eat? I am just a little larger than the tunnels will allow at the moment.
 
Kylikki stretched herself out like a cat and yawned.

"What I did? I ate and slept and dreamt," she yawned again. "And I combed my hair. I can't remember a day I did less. I feel good. Rested. You?"

She giggled. Draco's stomach rumbled and the sound vibrated through her body, just as his groans of the last night had done.

"It seems that it's time for me to eat once more. Do you mind bringing me some fish to eat? I am just a little larger than the tunnels will allow at the moment."

Smiling she jumped to her feet.

"Of course. I could do with a bite as well. I'll stir up the fire first."

Quickly she put her shoes on, the lower tunnels would be cold. In the heap of wood, her eye felt on two longer, quite thin branches. She put them aside.

"It'll take just a little time, but this way I won't have to drag the fish over the floor," she explained Draco. The fire was soon burning higher again and she cut a piece of the longer stick, making them the same length and bound the small piece between them to stabilize the contraption. She wrapped her cloak around it, and had a nice travois. She folded the top, and balanced it on her shoulder. She vaguely remembered which room Draco had made into a storage and on her way out, she took a fresh torch and lighted it at the fire.

"Where do they come from? Is there a stack somewhere, or do you make them?"

The burning torch in her hand she walked down the tunnels. Left, left, and left again. She passed many smaller chambers until she reached the one with the fish. A big heap of tightly packed snow greeted her. The torch in a ring in the wall, she opened the travois and shoveled snow aside.

A big cod. She wondered if it would be enough for Draco. She heaved it on the travois, and put a few mackerels beside it. She weighed the travois. Looked at the fish. Around twenty-five kilos. Again she wondered if it would be enough for Draco. Suddenly she giggled. She imagined dragon-Draco arriving at the ledge with a mouthful of fish, walking down the tunnel into the chamber, changing into man-Draco and legging the fish bit by bit down here. She would build him a better travois. With the torch she lighted over the snow and found a promising spot. A little while later she held a two plaices and a nice pollack in her cold fingers. They landed on the travois as well, she picked up the ends and put them down again.

She needed a third hand for the torch. Kylikki looked around. Scratched her head. She took the ends of the travois, pulled it as far as the light from the flickering torch reached, put it down, got the torch and put it in a holder further up in the tunnel. The travel up to the big chamber took her more time than she expected, but doing it in laps worked fine.

"I'll build you a bigger travois, Draco, that way you'll be able to bring a whole mouth-load down at once. I have a selection. You want your fish raw, some raw now and some grilled later, or all grilled? I'll grill a plaice for me anyway."
 
Draco just watched Kylikki go about re-stir the fire and then go about building a contraption.

Take your time. The fish aren't going anywhere.

She was ver adept at how she built the little contraption, finding as something he probably should have done earlier. However it didn't bother him to do the extra work, since his days weren't filled with a lot to do.

The torches? I had found some in a large stack in one of the rooms in the tunnels.

When she went into the tunnels, he closed his eyes once more. He didn't feel bothered by the fact Kylikki was doing the work for him, it had always been the female dragons who had taken care of the the nest and young. The extent of the male dragons' duties were protection of the nest, gathering treasure, mating, and hunting for themselves.

When she returned with the fish, he opened his heads once more as he lifted his head. He took a moment to survey how much she had brought in for them. It was enough to tide him over for a day and a half, since he didn't plan on doing any flying yet. Satisfied with the amount, he gave a grumble at her words.

That would be nice of you to do. I do believe I actually stored enough fish in there to last a month, by your standards. I wasn't sure how long it would take for the fish to return. I usually eat my fish raw, so that will be fine.

He lifted up slowly on all four, stretching his body out for a moment before making his way closer to the altar.
 
"That would be nice of you to do. I do believe I actually stored enough fish in there to last a month, by your standards. I wasn't sure how long it would take for the fish to return. I usually eat my fish raw, so that will be fine."

Kylikki dropped the travois beside the big stone, not too far from the fire -once more wondering why this sole, a little hollow, massive slab of granite, so big she hadn't felt the heat of the fire when Draco laid her down on one side of it last night, stood in this big chamber surrounded by big pillars with torch holders on them, somehow dividing the last quarter of the chamber off from the rest- and went to the Draco's bed, since her knife was still on the plate there and she needed it to clean the fish.

"The fish will be back soon now, winter is ending, this might be the last harsh storm," she said. "that doesn't mean the weather will turn nice and all the snow disappear over night, but it will get less cold over the next moon and a half, and the sea will warm when the warmer gulf-stream will send tendrils up here again."

With awe she watched Draco get up and stretch his limbs and followed him as he walked over to the stone. She knelt down beside the travois, picked the ends up and lifted them above her head to shove the fish down. Kylikki picked one plaice out off the heap. she refused to think about how her cloak would smell. Hopefully not too bad, since the fish were almost frozen stiff.

"They are cold, Draco, half frozen from the snow. Let them warm a bit, they'll taste better."

Meanwhile at the village, Kylikki's family had started to worry when she didn't arrive home at least shortly after the storm set on. Her father went to the beach, waited a while beside the path to the forrest. When he started to feel stiff from the cold, he went back to the village on the hilltop, hoping she had arrived home on the back of the dragon.

"She'll have taken shelter in the forrest," he told his wife when he found his daughter still missing. "Or she is sheltering in the cave the dragon lives. Or they are busy with their lessons, and haven't even noticed the storm setting on."

His wife reminded him they had been flying over the island when the snow had started. He nodded.

"I am worried too. But our daughter isn't a helpless kitten. She knows what to do if she finds herself trapped in a storm. She'll stay off the path around the hill, she'll shelter in the forrest."

Nonetheless dinner had been a bit a sorry affair. Not for the food passed around, but for the worried minds of the people sharing it. Even the little children were quite, they sensed very well the moods of the adults were occupied. The night was kind of turbulent for most adults. They all had urgings, and the children were fitting around in their blankets.

The next morning the men had searched the beach in groups of two. To see if the storm had washed stuff they could use ashore, they said while they dressed. They had found some timber, a big piece of a fishing net, and in a sheltered corner some seals had taken refuge, and they caught one. But Kylikki they didn't find.

"I'll go to the forrest tomorrow," her father said at dinner that night. "I'll search it, and if I don't see anything, I'll go to the beach behind it."
 
He took a sniff at the frozen fish on the large slab, wondering if it really made a difference if they were frozen or not. It would just take that much longer to digest, but he wasn't in a hurry at the moment. He gave a nod before he curling his large bulk partial around the altar and encircling her and the cooking fire as well. He reached out for a moment towards her, running the curved portion of his talon against her stomach for a moment before relaxing once more.

While we wait, perhaps we should talk a little. I had wondered what you and your people had thought about my proclamation about taking this island as my home. Watching you from afara has shown me your people are a proud one, and take care of the land while living on it. What are your plans from now forward?
 
Kylikki gasped. Feeling Draco's talon against her stomach, even over her vest, made her think of last night again, made her aware of how her nipples brushed against her vest and remembered her with whom exactly she had sex last night. Feeling his huge form encircling her made her feel protected though.

She put the cod closest to the fire, and her plaice. She wouldn't be able to clean it frozen.

"While we wait, perhaps we should talk a little. I had wondered what you and your people had thought about my proclamation about taking this island as my home. Watching you from afara has shown me your people are a proud one, and take care of the land while living on it. What are your plans from now forward?"

She bit her lip, turned the plaice on the hot piece of floor. She didn't want it to scorch before she cleaned it.

"We are a proud people, yes. We take care of our own, of our family and the island."

She took a moment to reflect what to say next, feeling very torn between her obligations towards her family and Draco's proclamation. She still didn't know what exactly his intends were. He thought the island was his, because they hadn't fought him off as soon as he roared that very first night. But would he be content with the island? Would he be content living there on his own?

"We won't fight you over the island," she said, turning the cod and the plaice. The rest of the fish was further from the fire, wouldn't scorch that quickly, just thaw.

"We are not thinking of rebuilding our village in the valley. Most of the salt will be washed out by the rains and the snow around the time to seed, the crop might be meagre but it would be enough for the next winter. The fruit trees won't bear much fruit, but they too will recover from the salty bath, and from the force of the wave. Many branches have been broken off, but it was close enough to winter for them to have shed some leaves already. Only one tree was turned over, and one was ripped apart by some boulder or a piece of one of our houses, but the other eight will recover. The blackberries and such, well, they are shrubs and were torn out off the ground or shredded by boulders and things. But since they stood in front of the fruit trees, they took much of the force and protected them somewhat. Of course that only was possible because the fruit garden was behind a small outcrop of the hill anyway. My granddad planted them there because of storm winds blowing into the valley."

They had butchered less of the livestock than they thought they would have to by this time and the men arrived back just in time to help harvest hay and the pigs thrived on the left over fish. The last pig they butchered had even tasted fishy.

What more should, could she tell Draco? All what she told him was the truth, the family even had been talking about the trees and the land, but they were still convinced it would be the best to relocate to an other island or the mainland.

While she talked and thought, she had prodded the plaice with her finger and scraped the scales off before cutting it open to rip the intestines out. She cleaned a little piece of floor from fire and ashes for the plaice. It was a flat fish and would cook quickly this way.

She tested a mackerel, found it thawed too, and shove it and others aside. The cod needed to be turned.

"You could start with the mackerels, they are thawed." She looked at Draco. "Open your mouth and I'll throw them in?"
 
He listened quietly to what she said, going over everything in his mind. It was a new dimension to his world to learn to deal with, another intelligent species like his. To say what he had dealt and lived with before were just dumb animals would be an understatement, many of the creatures he had lived with before just weren't as intelligent as Kylikk and her people. Though she hadn't outright said it, he sensed there was a bit more than what she had said.

At her suggestion of feeding him, he obliged by opening his mouth to let her throw the mackerel in. Once his mouth was full, he closed it, swallowing them whole.

There is no need to fight over the island. I fear what we have is a bit of misunderstanding over the situation. I am not used to dealing with another intelligent species, so perhaps my intent was mistranslated. My claim on the island was more of it being the place I claimed as a nest so that other animals knew. I have no reason to chase off anyone except those who want to violate my sanctuary.

He watched the fish cook, the smell filling his nostrils.

Once this winter is over, I plan to explore further beyond the waters that surround this island, to visit the places mentioned in your book. I can take you with me, if you wish to go my mate.
 
A grin spread on Kylikki's face when she tossed the mackerels in Draco's mouth.

"There is no need to fight over the island. I fear what we have is a bit of misunderstanding over the situation. I am not used to dealing with another intelligent species, so perhaps my intent was mistranslated. My claim on the island was more of it being the place I claimed as a nest so that other animals knew. I have no reason to chase off anyone except those who want to violate my sanctuary."

He was silent for a moment while Kylikki turned her plaice and picked up the other one. She heard him draw in a breath, and the part of her mind not pondering his words, decided to clean and cook it for him, he seemed to like the smell. She pushed the cod closer to the fire, the thick middle part could use some more heat, and she thought Draco might enjoy a roasted taste.

So he had not intended to be the master or the king of the island with the family his subjects. It was a big revelation to Kylikki and a big relief as well. Her hands shook a bit when she handled the plaice to clean it. Now they wouldn't have to leave if they didn't want to. Which made it important she told her family as soon as possible, now they had to be sure they saved enough and the right livestock and seed to prosper here again. No need to count on their treasure to survive the next winter somewhere else.

"Once this winter is over, I plan to explore further beyond the waters that surround this island, to visit the places mentioned in your book. I can take you with me, if you wish to go my mate."

"Would it be wise to show yourself to other people? I would like to visit the mainland again though, the last time I was as little as my little sister Agnes." She needed time to think his earlier words over and thus she pondered traveling with him.

"There are is a big city there, where the king resides, and many towns. I have some relatives in a few places."

Her plaice was done and she pulled it towards her, giggling when she found herself with only the tail in her hands. Quickly she used her knife to get the rest.

"We thought you wanted to rule our island and us," she said softly before she sucked the meat of the tail bones. "We had decided to leave with the first boats arriving here in the spring. I'll talk with my granddad again."

She looked at him, turned the cod. A piece of the skin stuck to the floor. She sighed disappointed.

"So your understanding of our language wasn't as good as you thought then," she grinned. "Might have been a bit hasty to tell me you claimed the island as yours. I really have to talk with my granddad as soon as possible, we were talking about butchering the bull next. I hope they didn't do it already. We need that bull to father more calfs. Otherwise we have to get a new one, and they don't like traveling by boat at all. Only way possible is taking a calf barely weaned. And that would mean we would have to wait a year or two before he would be able to mount a cow, by which time he and the cows would only have been eaters.

I think your cod is done. Well, thawed and a bit roasted. Do you want the rests of my plaice when I am done?"
 
He was quiet as he listened to her talk, watching her thaw out the cod as well. Showing himself outside the island might not be the wisest of choices to do, but he would have to eventually. He knew he would be discovered on the island eventually, no matter how much he tried to stay hidden from sight. And living for as long as he was going to, that just increased the odds even more.

When she said the cod was finally ready, he moved his head forward, grasping the head between his teeth. He bit the head off, the warm juices running out of the sides and front of his mouth. He swallowed the bite, and finished the rest of the cod off in two bites. He opened his mouth for her offer of the rest of her meal.

Even if I try to hide, it is only a matter of time before I get sighted while hunting or just lounging on the island. No, it is better to get it over with and show myself. I have an idea my presence isn't going to be very welcome, but I shall deal with it when needed.

After eating the last of what she fed him of her food for the time being, he laid his head back down. He thought about shifting back to humanoid form, but decided to let his food settle first. In the meantime he decided to tell Kylikki stories about his planet, and things he had seen. He described beautiful lands he flew over, forests and lakes he had hunted in, stories of growing up, and about the final days of his life there. Nearly three hours had passed by the time he took a break, but he could tell she had enjoyed every minute of it.
 
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