"AIIEEEEEE....UNH!"<br/><br/>Ian screemed as he climaxed pumping his seed deep into Maya. His last six months in space just erupted at once turbo charged by the intoxicating nectar he had consumed. He withdrew and sat there spent on the floor. The lust was subsiding, but his feral alpha male was still manifesting itself. His veins bulged in his neck and his heart rate was quickened. Very quickly he recovered...and with a vengeance. The toxins coursed through his body giving him an adrenal surge. He felt like he had to do something savage before he would explode.<br/><br/>Eyeing the two women and in a commanding voice, "You will come with me. I am leaving and you shall follow."<br/><br/>The toxins mixing with his own feral scent oozed dominate breeding male. The scent seemed to be created during the passion. The bugs didn't anticipate this effect of and on a male. It was countering the messages they were giving to the females. How long would this toxin/adrenal state last? For now Ian had the instincts of a predator.<br/><br/>Stooping over he fashioned a loin cloth out of the rags of his uniform. He picked up a long metal rod that was broken and sharp on one end. It was almost a spear's length. His muscles were ripped and this was obviously a dangerous state for his body to be in.