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again. There were no more
hurts. The water was calm. Doss was huffing out large amounts of air; his
facial expression was a cross between perplexed and a grimace. His fangs had
grown. Would he bite her? Zoe started to cry, she could feel the tears as they
dripped down her cheeks.
    “No, no.” Doss’ eyes widened. “Wait, no. Your eyes are
dribbling. Holy shit you’re drowning .
Does the water absorb and leak out your eyes?” Doss jumped with her out of the
water and started to shake her. “I’ll wring you out, don’t panic. You should
have said something.”
    Zoe cried harder, her hands clung to his wrists; she
was a foot off the ground. “You’re hurting me. I’m crying; the water is tears
from my eyes. Humans cry. I’m not drowning, I’m just sad and scared and I’m all
alone.”
    Doss stopped shaking her. His look was skeptical. He
pulled her back into his arms and held her tightly cuddled to his chest. Zoe’s
face buried into his neck. Her tears mingled with his secretions. She could
feel the moisture absorb into her body. She was calming again. Doss began
rocking her. He started humming a tune deep within his throat. He carried her
back to the bed and sat her on it. Zoe couldn’t help herself, she stared at his
cock. Everything about the man was huge.
    “You’re naked,” she whispered. She reached for the bed
sheet on the ground and wrapped herself in it.
    “The water attacks foreign objects like dirt. Including clothes.” His cock, even at rest, was long and
thick. Zoe shuddered. “I scent your worry. I won’t hurt you. I’ll put more
clothes on.”
    “I’m hungry,” Zoe said.
    Doss scooped a last tear onto his finger. Zoe watched
as it slipped into his skin. He looked sad. “I’ve never seen tears.”
    She thought as much. Could he really feel her sorrow?
He looked like he did. What was more astounding was he looked like he
understood it. His thumb trailed across her cheek.
    “You’re not alone, Zoe,” he whispered.
    *
* * *
    Doss went to the replicator and slipped on the
flexible clothes he asked for. He still remembered the day his mother took the
device. She had marched into her father’s home, picked it up and walked out.
Her father, Doss’ grandsire, looked furious but with the protection of Doss’
shield, his mother had no fear. Because Doss’ father had given him a piece of
his shield, both Doss and his mother had the shield’s protection until he was
weaned. He and his mother had been more indestructible than a Tonan -armored male.
    After Doss had been weaned, his mother was more
careful. By that time she had helped herself to everything they would need for
their exile. Doss simply woke one morning in his armor right before he turned
four. His mother had been proud. She had called him handsome. She had always
loved him. Doss was a little sad he suddenly weighed too much for her to carry
but she would still sit by him and they could cuddle.
    Doss had grown to love his armor. He was fast, faster
than his mother and before long, he could carry her through the trees at a
lightning pace while she laughed and howled of the indignity. If his mother
needed anything Doss would take it from his grandsire. Doss felt the man owed
his daughter for abandoning the both of them. Doss’ grandsire was afraid of
him. He smelled it. His grandsire was dead now. Doss had no family left. A Castian and Tonan battle in the
skies had ended his grandsire’s miserable life. When the Tonan ship had exploded during battle, his grandsire was left to float endlessly in
dark space until his armor could no longer regenerate and sustain him.
    Growing up, Doss didn’t have a male to teach him to
fight, so his mother had taken up the task. Tonan women weren’t exactly excellent warriors and she had no protection. Doss had to
be careful. His mother hadn’t any talons, or armor or anything. She had tried
to stir battle memories within him; all she had really done was elicit the memory of a female needing