by Lara Yokoshima

Chapter 7. Friends... or foes?

A peaceful alley in the middle of a quiet neighborhood was suddenly disturbed by the frantic sound of deafening steps, certainly of someone escaping at full speed. A young aged male Sekmit dressed with dark clothes ran as quickly as possible. Behind him more steps thundered, a human police group, dressed in their black and navy blue uniforms were upon the Sekmit heels.

The desperate Sekmit turned around to see his hunters. He stumbled, due to the drug priory injected in his body by a dart; his face was contorted in terror as he crashed against the hard concrete. The police then fell on him; one of them pushed the Sekmit's head against the humid, cold, dirty floor, while another shackled his wrists injuring him. The police officer did not listen to the moans of pain of the whimpering Quimaera.

Turning his body upwards to look at him better, one of the policemen bent down, digging his right knee on the belly of the spotty feline, making his breathing difficult. Almost immediately, he held up the Sekmit's chin, looking fixedly into the terrified beast's eyes.

“Tell me now, and I will forgive your life, Sekmit", said in an aggressive voice the leader of the Police group.

The Sekmit did not say a thing; he remained quiet looking at his captor with a ferocious look, but with certain fear in his eyes. In an attempt of getting free from the police, the Sekmit received a blow with the butt of the gun on his cheek; a little blood flew in the air, landing on the shoe of one of the other men around him.

“Go to hell!”, shouted the Sekmit, repenting at once of his bravado upon receiving a kick in his face that crushed his nose bridge.

“Sekmit are a foolish and stupid race”, the man said with a malevolent smile in his face. “This it is the last time that I'll ask you, Sekmit… who is your contact here?”, the police man insisted, he knew that several small Sekmit groups existed in Vadia.

“Never… AAGH!”

The hand of the police officer now was gripping the neck of the feline, pressing his windpipe shut. The Sekmit tried to resist, but did not last long, in the end of his strength he cried a name . The drowned sound came out of his mouth; the police made him repeat it, while he freed the Sekmit's throat.

“D-Dune…”

“Dune? ”, repeated puzzled the man over him. The Sekmit nodded.

A Bastit helping a Sekmit…what the heck is going on?, the police pondered, remembering that the Bastit with that name was the pet of one of the most wealthy merchants in that area. What was the reason that made a Bastit help a Sekmit? Was it possible perhaps that some sort of rebellion was approaching? The man knew he should inform this to his superiors without wasting more time.

Rising from the ground, the man informed through his radio to his headquarters. After discussing for a moment, he finished the communication, shutting his radio off. He looked at the Sekmit on the floor, pulled out his gun and aimed to the head of the defenseless Sekmit. The feline eyes grew wide with surprise, gasping before the unexpected action of the police officer.

“You have been of great help, Sekmit”.

A shot and no more words were heard in the now silent alley.

A mouth joined with another with desire. Two bodies were intertwined in a love kiss, while their skins grazed each other in the most delicious way.

Isha kissed his lover, who writhed under his powerful body, with fury. His lover's arms locked around Isha's back with strength to maintain their bodies always close. Their body heat spread like an intoxicating perfume in the room, creating an atmosphere full of lust, and moans of pleasure could be heard like music in the air.

The Sekmit could feel how his companion, a pure Bastit, kissed his chin, sliding his smooth tongue down his neck. Isha lost control, rubbing his erect member against the feline under him, making the Bastit moan in sweet pleasure. Fine claws scraped the Sekmit's back making him moan, encouraging the Bastit to continue.

The mouth of the hungry Sekmit slid down the neck of the porcelain skin of his lover, tasting it insatiably, and then directs it to the fine chest, licking a pink nipple, grazing it with his fangs, nibbling it softly. The Bastit arched his neck, fists grabbing Isha's dark hairs among his fine fingers, panting without stopping.

The Bastit rolled his body, turning positions so he was now over Isha, who could not separate his lips from the milky white skin of his lover. With smooth slowly ness, the pure Quimaera slid downward Isha's well toned body, little by little, kissing and licking the bronzed skin of the powerful Sekmit, until touching with his lips the throbbing member nestled between Isha's thighs. Taking it with his two hands, the pure Bastit introduced the hard flesh in his moist mouth. The Bastit sucked languidly at the beginning while Isha began to moan, rising his hips a little. Then the Bastit gave him harder, stronger tugs and sucks, moving his head quickly, almost grazing his teeth against the sensitive skin of the organ, making the Sekmit shout that he stopped. Rising his body, the pure Bastit turned his shadowed face to Isha’s, giving a small teasing lick to his lips, then he positioned over Isha's steel hard erection, making himself ready for the penetration. Before Isha could say anything, the Bastit took his member, rubbing it quickly, making the Sekmit free a shout drowned between his teeth.

Without any warning, his companion sat down over the hard member, making his body descend slowly; a full smile of wild lust was formed in his wet lips while he did it. Isha felt immense pleasure; it was surely a tight entrance, he briefly thought, while he kept the slim Bastit’s waist still with his hands, guiding him down.

With precise movements, the perfect white feline rose and let his hips fall slowly, impaling himself in unhurried, indolent strokes, he was so serene that it was turning Isha mad with need; the Sekmit needed to apply more friction over his painfully hard member. However, the Bastit, as if reading his thoughts, began to move faster and harder. The Sekmit threw a moan in gratitude, and with his rough, callused hands began to masturbate the Bastit’s exposed penis. Rough and hard, he pulled and teased, receiving in exchange of his ministrations a generous white charge of liquid all over his chest, some drops landed near his lips, tasting immediately the strong, but delicious flavor of his lover.

Nearing quickly to the top of his climax, the Sekmit was prepared to free the orgasm that he so much needed. Pushing up, Isha could see how his companion arched his back, shouting his name to the heavens, and then leaning down to his exhausted face, whispering a word…

“Isha!”

The hoarse voice of a man frightened poor Isha, who jumped very startled, rolling over and almost falling from his bed. Shaking off the stupor of his dream, the dark and long-haired feline identified the voice and looked at the Sekmit facing him.

“Caleb, what damned scandal is this?”, Isha asks annoyed by the unexpected interruption of his wet dream.

“Isha… I'm sorry, is just that…”

The Pakhet leader, still drowsy, tried to calm down his agitated comrade since he was speaking so fast that he was stammering, and Isha could not understand what he said. Caleb finally calmed down, starting from the beginning.

“Say what?!”, Isha was shocked at the news given by his friend.

"That’s right… a member of our clan has been murdered by humans, cops”, repeated Caleb.

"Who?”, Isha demanded a name.

“Kuros”

“Kuros? ”, Isha repeated the name. It seemed truly strange that Kuros could be discovered inside Vadia, since most of the time only the ones appointed by the leader went into the city, and only for a very special mission. It was strictly prohibited to even approach the borders of Vadia, where several human security squadrons protected the city.

Isha wanted to be informed of all the details, so he continued asking Caleb if he knew more about the case. He learned soon that the reason why Kuros had been eliminated was for discovering his contact. But it was not any contact.

“A Bastit?”, asked Isha, suddenly remembering Evania.

“Yes, but that's not all”, Caleb continued. “Seems Kuros was receiving ‘royalties’ in exchange for certain information too”.

“That idiot…”, said between clenched teeth the angry leader.

“The Bastit was eliminated as well, after Kuros confessed his name.”

Isha felt his heart stop. Now he carefully thought about the danger in which he had placed the pure Bastit that he barely knew. Isha looked at Caleb with fearful eyes, wanting to tell him that he also knew a Bastit, but he kept silence. It was a secret that not even his better friend could know.

“We should speed up the search of Irvin Mason”, said Caleb, breaking the silence.

“Yes, you are right”, said Isha with a serious voice. Staring at his friend with determination and placing a hand over Caleb's shoulder, Isha smiled. “Do not worry, Caleb, I am sure that we are getting closer.”

Caleb smiled too, assenting with his head. I pray you are right, dear friend.