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his body was shifting into a sleep mode. It was a state in which his shield kept watch while Taz could visit anywhere in the universe. The door to the shed crashed open and to Taz’s surprise a small, grown female raced inside and used her back to shove the door closed, fighting against the wind. Under no circumstances were humans to see him shielded, it was vital to the Tonan plan. Taz had broken the rule once. If he kept breaking it Krish was bound to hear, then there would be hell to pay. Taz was told humans were amazing at spreading words.
Fuck, why didn’t I think of that sooner?
He was hundreds of miles from where he saw the male and his offspring, no doubt if the man talked—and he would—a story of an eighteen-foot-high purple gargoyle would surface. Taz could have snorted—humans and their imaginations. It was one of the reasons they could be manipulated so easily. Taz doubted a hysterical male and young girl would be believed. Still, another female was too close. Grumbling at the interference, Taz dropped his shield.
The female was drenched, panting. She turned to lay her forehead against the hard wood door. At least he had a toy he could play with for the evening. It would be interesting to discover what the fuss was about. She was small but clearly not a child. The blond wet hair cascaded down her back. She was beautiful; no doubt he would scare her with his ugliness. When Taz stepped into view, the shock on the female’s face when she turned to face him was indication he had goofed. Unshielded, Taz wore only tight grey form fitting pants, he discarded his apparel for flexibility, no socks, no shoes, no shirt, and most importantly, no nipples on his solid chest.
That’s why the female child was mesmerized, damn, fucked up again.
“What the hell?” she whispered as she eyed him from head to toe and back up again.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Taz said. He was hoping he wasn’t going to have to kill her. She was the most beautiful human female he had seen so far.
He approached smiling, arms splayed. She was gawking at him as though he had two heads. Her gaze fled repeatedly to his bare chest. He was hopeful he could talk his way out of the situation.
“You don’t have any…”
“A birth defect,” Taz said.
Taz tensed. The reaction, he should have realized, would be immediate. Lying was a way of life to a Tonan, but it came with a price. His shield went up and his tail grew. The woman’s eyes were round as saucers. She took in a quick breath of air as her mouth formed a perfect O.
“You’re an alien. Oh my God. A fucking monster. The rumors are true.”
Rumors? Shit.
He quickly lowered his shield, the transformation complete. The female hadn’t moved; she looked scared shitless, he scented her terror. This one would talk, and she might be believed. Taz heard his brain screaming; now he would have to kill her. If a description of him matched another’s hundreds of miles away it would be believed. It would only take a second to snap her delicate throat. But she was female and of child bearing years. Her beautiful blue eyes were filled with shock. For a moment, Taz cringed. The only thing he liked about humans was many had brown eyes, like his. Most Tonans had blue or grey eyes. Krish told Taz his eyes were shit colored because he was shit. Blue was the color of the free sky. No one shit blue.
What to do with you my pretty…
Blue eyes suited her, but he could capture her and her free blue eyes and cage her. Her long blond hair hung low with wild curls begging to be tamed. Taz marveled how small human females were again. Every one of them he encountered was small. It was a laugh to him when he heard humans chuckle and point at a ‘fat’ female. No matter their size, Taz was always heavier, taller, and more powerful. Humans were stupid when it came to judging size. If they closed their eyes and only scented they would better understand what was good and what was not. Size meant
Fuck, why didn’t I think of that sooner?
He was hundreds of miles from where he saw the male and his offspring, no doubt if the man talked—and he would—a story of an eighteen-foot-high purple gargoyle would surface. Taz could have snorted—humans and their imaginations. It was one of the reasons they could be manipulated so easily. Taz doubted a hysterical male and young girl would be believed. Still, another female was too close. Grumbling at the interference, Taz dropped his shield.
The female was drenched, panting. She turned to lay her forehead against the hard wood door. At least he had a toy he could play with for the evening. It would be interesting to discover what the fuss was about. She was small but clearly not a child. The blond wet hair cascaded down her back. She was beautiful; no doubt he would scare her with his ugliness. When Taz stepped into view, the shock on the female’s face when she turned to face him was indication he had goofed. Unshielded, Taz wore only tight grey form fitting pants, he discarded his apparel for flexibility, no socks, no shoes, no shirt, and most importantly, no nipples on his solid chest.
That’s why the female child was mesmerized, damn, fucked up again.
“What the hell?” she whispered as she eyed him from head to toe and back up again.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Taz said. He was hoping he wasn’t going to have to kill her. She was the most beautiful human female he had seen so far.
He approached smiling, arms splayed. She was gawking at him as though he had two heads. Her gaze fled repeatedly to his bare chest. He was hopeful he could talk his way out of the situation.
“You don’t have any…”
“A birth defect,” Taz said.
Taz tensed. The reaction, he should have realized, would be immediate. Lying was a way of life to a Tonan, but it came with a price. His shield went up and his tail grew. The woman’s eyes were round as saucers. She took in a quick breath of air as her mouth formed a perfect O.
“You’re an alien. Oh my God. A fucking monster. The rumors are true.”
Rumors? Shit.
He quickly lowered his shield, the transformation complete. The female hadn’t moved; she looked scared shitless, he scented her terror. This one would talk, and she might be believed. Taz heard his brain screaming; now he would have to kill her. If a description of him matched another’s hundreds of miles away it would be believed. It would only take a second to snap her delicate throat. But she was female and of child bearing years. Her beautiful blue eyes were filled with shock. For a moment, Taz cringed. The only thing he liked about humans was many had brown eyes, like his. Most Tonans had blue or grey eyes. Krish told Taz his eyes were shit colored because he was shit. Blue was the color of the free sky. No one shit blue.
What to do with you my pretty…
Blue eyes suited her, but he could capture her and her free blue eyes and cage her. Her long blond hair hung low with wild curls begging to be tamed. Taz marveled how small human females were again. Every one of them he encountered was small. It was a laugh to him when he heard humans chuckle and point at a ‘fat’ female. No matter their size, Taz was always heavier, taller, and more powerful. Humans were stupid when it came to judging size. If they closed their eyes and only scented they would better understand what was good and what was not. Size meant
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