He was pretty sure it was a mating urge since he had instantly wanted to plug his male member into her female orifice and plant his seed there the moment he saw it.
Actually, he reluctantly admitted, the urge had been to put his member inside of her. He had not thought about the seed until later, but that was close enough, surely?
He would have felt more certain that he had correctly assessed his state if he had never had an urge to stick his cock elsewhere-not that he had done so-but he had to admit to himself at least that he had wanted to put it somewhere from the first time the damned thing had swollen up. He had not yielded to the temptation because it had seemed … wrong somehow and also because he had not seen any others try it and had been concerned that his urges made him defective in some way that would become obvious if he gave in to the impulse. But there was no getting around the fact that the moment it swelled and began to throb painfully he felt the urge to stick it somewhere and that had certainly not been a mating urge.
Dismissing that after a while since it only made his member harder and more uncomfortable, he turned his mind to trying to decide if there was any way he could lay hands upon her and convince her to allow him to put his cock in her hole.
She had not seemed very agreeable about letting him look, though.
Did that mean that she was less likely to allow him to put his cock in her? Wasn't it logical to assume that the sight of his member would have the same effect on her that the sight of her hole had on him? Or was it?
He had a bad feeling there was a defect in that logic, that her angry rejection was a refusal to mate. It did not make him feel a good deal better that she had refused to allow Kiel to mate either. It was some relief that he was not the only one that she had rejected, but that changed nothing insofar as his wants.
Could he change her mind? Or did she know, instinctively, that it was useless to allow a mating with one of them?
He did not see why they could not at least try it, gods damn it, he thought angrily! If it did not work, it did not work! If it did … well he would have off-spring, by Manuta's circuits, even if no one else did! Then he would have purpose! He would have a female to protect and provide for and off-spring to nurture and teach. There would be a reason to stand guard and watch over the settlement, not merely the protection of it for someone who was not there and probably would never be there!
Realizing after a few moments that he had gotten way ahead of himself, he redirected his mind to the most important issue-getting her to start with.
He would have to use subterfuge, he decided very quickly. If the others realized what he was about, they would prevent him, either because they would want her themselves or because they were mentally defective and thought it best to await Manuta's approval! For himself, he did not particularly care, he realized, if it resulted in off-spring or not! He would still have the woman!
If he could somehow convince her.
There was a tremendous temptation to abandon his post and seek her out at once and discuss the situation with her. He discarded it, reluctantly, on the grounds that it might well lead to termination for dereliction of duty and would certainly alert everyone to his purpose.
He was due to be relieved at dawn, however. Once he was relieved, he would have a rest period and no duties until late the following day. If he could somehow discover a way to get into her habitat without alerting everyone he would have hours to convince her!
Deciding that the most important objective was to get into her habitat without detection, he settled to considering how he might achieve that goal. It was not until much later, when he had succeeded in bypassing security and entering the habitat that it occurred to him that he had spent all of his time figuring out how to get to her and none of it trying to decide how he would persuade her if he succeeded.
* * * *
It was a fortunate circumstance that his internal computer was perfectly capable of performing independently of his biological brain because that part of Jalen's mind was completely absorbed in random, disjointed thoughts even while he carefully dissembled Danielle's ship piece by piece, catalogued it, determined its function, and set it aside. It was not, in fact, until they had completed the project that it even occurred to him that he had been so absorbed with his thoughts that he was only peripherally aware of what he was doing. Brought back to the task at hand, he surveyed the parts littering the field.
"That is the last of it," Nail announced unnecessarily. "What are we to do with it now?"
Jalen frowned. Kiel had only said they should disassemble it and take the broken parts to Manuta to see if they could be repaired or replaced, but they could not afford to lose any of it if the plan was to reassemble it at some point. And the primitives that plagued them were notorious for stealing anything they could carry, regardless of whether it might be useful to them or not, and destroying what they could not carry off.
"We must take all of it inside the city walls," he responded decisively. "If nothing else, Manuta will want to recycle what is useable." Leaving a squad to guard the pieces, the rest of them began to carry the ship into the city where they encountered another problem-where to put it. After a little thought, Jalen decided they should pile it next to Manuta since it seemed likely Manuta would want to examine it, or use it. Since Kiel was nowhere to be seen, once they had moved everything he dismissed the men and headed toward his own habitat to rest, assuming there were no further orders at the moment.
He had already gone inside, showered, and settled to rest when two thoughts occurred to him almost at the same moment.
He had told Danielle that he would see that her personal belongings were given to her and he had not been given orders contrary to that.
Of course, Kiel had not ordered him not to because he had not told Kiel that he had offered, but that was beside the point. He had an excuse and no orders not to do what he wanted.
Beyond that, it was still early enough that few were stirring besides those who had worked on taking Danielle's ship apart and even they had had time to reach their quarters by now.
Anticipation immediately began to thrum thorough him. Doubts surfaced to go along with the sense of rising excitement but it did not take a great deal of effort to dismiss them from his mind and convince himself that it was perfectly reasonable to act upon his impulses.
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