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to get his female to come out? Long talons clicked against the side of
the rock while he thought. Dasks didn’t have much knowledge of females. During
the long ride from his galaxy to the planet Earth they had been given a few
fast lessons by their leader, Cobra. Thankfully a few Earthwomen had crash
landed on Dargon months earlier and each Castian male was given their scent so
they wouldn’t accidently kill one when they reached the surface of Earth.
    Earth’s atmosphere didn’t
regulate temperature like Dasks’ planet and those surrounding it. Cobra warned
his warriors that the females would be completely clothed. Normally, a female
was supposed to keep their shoulder bare. It was to indicate if they had mated.
A bare shoulder void of a tattoo meant a female had not been claimed by a
Castian warrior. Cobra had mentioned males of Earth didn’t mark their females
in the same fashion. Therefore the women, even if mated, were not considered so
if not marked. They were fair game.
    On Dasks’ own planet, females
had been poisoned to death by Tonans—Castian enemies—almost four hundred years
ago. The murdering bastards had killed both his parents. When Dasks had been
weaned from his mother at three-and-a-half years, his shield of armor no longer
kept her safe. Because Castians mate for life, when his mother died so too did
his father. Dasks was raised by an older brother who had never mated. Dasks was
almost four hundred years old; his brother was eight hundred. His brother,
Segan, never spoke of any females, not even their mother. The older males on
Dasks’ home planet had decided that after their females died there would be no
further talk of them. Why reminisce about something they could never have?
    It was fate the shuttle
containing females, or ‘women’ as humans named them as well, crash landed on
Dargon. Dargon was not Dasks’ home world but a neighboring planet where many
Castians had been exiled when Cobra had lost his leadership before regaining
it. The discovery of females was welcome for desperate warriors who thought
never to set eyes on one again. Many of the males on Dargon were just reaching
emotional maturity. When their senses were reminded of females, each warrior
wanted his own mate.
    The human females spoke in
the ancient Castian tongue and some surmised that at one time humans were known
to Castians and their language was learned. Thousands of years ago, it was
mentioned that young Castian warriors had traveled to Earth. At that time the
humans were considered too barbaric and were left alone. Earth was considered a
doomed planet long ago and forgotten. Many of the older Castian males were
amazed Earth still harbored life after so long. Earth’s people were too
combative and destructive. With the planets circling Earth or in closer
proximity to their solar system already dead and unable to sustain life, it was
only a matter of time before the same fate befell the Earthers.
    It was promising that
Castians and Earth females could mate and produce offspring. Earth’s precarious
predicament was also a bonus. Castian warriors only wanted to save the women
from their planet’s demise. Yet, sniffing into the cave Dasks realized his
female was less than excited to see him. The smell of fear was assaulting and
not something Dasks was used to. Rarely did a Castian warrior or even a filthy
Tonan display the emotion. It was upsetting to Dasks.
    Dasks knew the female in the
cave was afraid of him. She had never set eyes on a Castian warrior. His armor
was impressive. Dasks was massive compared to human males. The fifteen men he
had cut through were so simple, it was pathetic. Castian males had no need of
Earth males. Only the females. The males of this planet were collateral damage.
Dasks didn’t have to kill them all, but after smelling their filth, he couldn’t
help himself. All of them had known there was a female present. All fifteen of
them were aroused. They would have killed her like a Tonan