Quarantine.

Frank heaved open his crusted eyes. Bright light filled his view. He looked around to try and figure out where he was, his vision was still blurry but he could see that he was in a strange all-white room.

“Try to relax, Franklin.” He heard a familiar voice say.

A panel opened on the wall, and Tas was standing behind a glass frame.

“Tas?” He said still foggy. “Where am I?”

“You are in the medical center onboard our ship.” Tas replied stoically.

Frank immediately woke up. He was on a fucking space ship. He looked around more carefully and noticed the surefire signs that he was in a hospital like room. Another bed lay beside him, as well as some equipment that he had never seen before. The room was comfortable but had a sterile feeling.

“What is going on? What was that thing?” His head was spinning.

“That thing you found in your living room was a ‘Bissek’. They are a nasty interplanetary species, which we Dak are not overly fond of. I apologize that I didn’t warn you of their existence.”

“Not overly fond of?” Frank quoted in confusion.

“Yes. You see, Bissek feed on highly evolved species energy. They are an ancient race, malicious and unrelenting. I didn’t notify you of them because they have never hunted a half-born before.” Tas explained.

“Hunted?” He said, alarmed.

“Yes, they have a unique ability to trace the presence of any species, particularly Dak, to extraordinary lengths. They scour the galaxy for us, often hunting in packs. It has never been heard of for them to travel between planets in search of half-borns but it is possible they traced me here as well, despite my precautions.”

Frank was terrified, an interplanetary species was hunting him down and he only just learned what they were. He sat upright in his comfortable white bed.

“What do you mean they feed of our energy?” He asked still processing the information.

“The Bissek have quite the appetite for Dak life ****, they absorb it from us in an often sexual nature. Taking our energy will kill us but cause them to grow stronger.You see they have been on Earth in the past, absorbing some unnaturally strong humans, giving light to the stories of ghosts and the mythological ‘Succubus’.”

“Succubus? You mean they are sex demons?” Frank snorted.

“In a way, yes.” Tas looked solemn.

Frank thought for a moment, digesting what had just happened. He looked around and realized that Tas was still behind the glass panel, he suddenly felt like he was being detained.

“Why are you behind that?” He said nodding towards the glass.

“Franklin, you are in quarantine.” He paused choosing his words carefully as to not alarm Frank, “The Bissek you encountered, infected you with a disease that can be easily spread between Dak.”

“A disease? What kind of disease?”

“We call it the ‘Pakyth’. Many half-borns, and indeed full born Dakruzar, have died upon impact of the Pakyth.” Frank remembered the black shape hitting his chest, “For you to survive it is quite extraordinary in it’s self.”

Franks head continued to whirl. “It's a disease though, right? So it has some ongoing effects?” He breathed, mortified.

“Well… The Pakyth targets the host’s system with something similar to the Bissek's own condition. Imagine your sex life is now a balloon, you engage in intercourse and the balloon deflates. However if you cease to engage in coitus, the balloon begins to overinflate until it reaches breaking point, and eventually explodes.”

“And what happens when it explodes?” Frank said timidly.

“First your mental state will deteriorate rapidly. Then your body will begin to shut down and collapse in on it self. You will die a gruesome ****, Franklin. Unless you don’t allow the balloon to reach its breaking point.”

“So I have to cum regularly… or I will die.”

“Yes.”

“How often is that?” Frank queried, not exactly disappointed with his diagnosis

“It is difficult to say. Anywhere from once to three times a day.”