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The idea of Om’bobla—as not a trustworthy e come on him fast and hard It swept over him like a wildfire—a berserker fury that came over all Kindred warriors when their female was threatened In this state, Rarev would kill first and ask questions afterwards—the squidto pay for whatever he had done—pay with his life!

These were his thoughts as he burst into the fresher and roared, “What the fuck is going on in here? What are you doing to my female?”

But his Rage receded somewhat in confusion at what he saw

There was Oht—the aquatic alien was on his knees, blubbering and howling And there was E in front of a sink and holding sorasp She ashing it vigorously under a tap that was spouting strong-s her to stop

“No!” he blubbered, pulling on a thick tentacle that appeared to be connected to his crotch “No, please—you’ll ruin hiain!”

“That’s the general idea, you disgusting arsehole!” E exactly what you deserve!”

“E at her uncertainly

She turned to him, her blue eyes wide and wild Her breasts were exposed and her hair was a silver cloud around her pale face

“Eain “What happened?”

“He tried to hurt me Tried to…to rape ling gray thing under the tap, as though she was intent on drowning it in purple foaet aith it,” she told Rarev “He…He…”

She let the squirrip and a sob cah someone had put tape over her mouth and then ripped it off

“Sweetheart…e had dissipated some with the need to colared down at O the soap-covered, reddish-gray thing which was apparently his shaft