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“Come with us,” says Brigg, leading the way outside. Their seed runs in rivulets down my thighs as I walk, leaving a trail of drips along the ground.

We clamber down the side of the cliff and I go into the water of the nearby stream first, releasing my bladder in a luxurious surge. These guys don’t wait, or ask me what I want. When they ache for me, they take me.

I shudder as I realize I knew all this coming here, and it’s exactly what I wanted.

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Aubrey

Three weeks later.

Is it possible to settle into a routine with three powerful aliens? Who do whatever the hell they want to you, whenever they want it?

Apparently, youcanadjust to anything. I’ve never been happier. I smile to myself, sing to myself, and look forward to my men returning each day. They seem to eat a diet almost entirely composed of rare, bloody meat, and I’ve insisted that they start bringing back fruits and vegetables, which I then convince them to eat.

I haven’t really left the cavern, though. It’s too dangerous out there, especially with the raging frenzy the dragon has been in for the decades since I first left this world. Sometimes I ache for the freedom of being able to go wherever I chose without worrying about being grabbed by a panther the size of a bus and turned into a snack.

We all have to make sacrifices.

I hear the familiar sound of the boulder moving, and my heart flutters.

Honey, we’re home!

I imagine Stryker calling out like he’s in a 50’s sitcom, the golden retriever jumping up to greet him. Of course, on this planet, the golden retriever would be the size of a horse.

“We bring fresh meat,” says Stryker. He brings in a cleaned and gutted brace of pheasant-like birds; my absolute favorite. They have a dark, rich taste to them when seared over an open fire.

“And veggies?”

“Fresh veggies too,” laughs Brigg, but there’s an edge to his voice. The three men never return relaxed. It takes them a few hours before they’re calm again. The jungle is full of dangers, and I know they’ve been having troubles with their own tribe, although they don’t give me too many details.

Perhaps it’s a blessing I’ll never have children. This is no place to raise them.

The thought gives me the familiar tendril of self-loathing that I try to push back. The Aurelians still seem to believe they can bear heirs with me, and I wish I could more than anything. It breaks my heart to think that they waited so long for me and won’t get what they truly crave. Stryker sets the meat down in the corner, and Haleon adds fresh wood to the fire. It spits and hisses as the damp wood joins the small inferno that already burns there.

I take great pride in the fire. Before, the men cooked their meat outside, or simply carved it with their Orb-Blades and ate it almost raw.

I suggested the idea of an indoor fire – and then used Stryker’s Orb-Blade to carve a hole through the rocks overhead; just small enough that no evil creatures could get in, but wide enough to take the smoke of the inside fire out.

“One at a time! Or you’ll make too much smoke,” I admonish Haleon, as he slows himself in adding another wet stick to the flame. He smiles back at me, a rueful grin as he runs a hand through his hair. He’s still got tense lines under his eyes though.

Brigg gives me a light kiss on the cheek. “You have not had your moon blood yet?”

I bite my lip, shocked at the question. I didn’t think this all male species concerned themselves with such things.

I shake my head. “Not for over thirty years. It is what made me go to the doctors and get the tests done that…” I don’t finish the sentence, but they all know what I mean. We speak mostly in their language, but I’ve started to teach them a few words of English. The amulet is the perfect tool for learning Aurelian. I’m able to hear some of the words in their language, and yet instantly translate them in my head. This lets me start to get used to their words, and it also lets me speak in their language fluently; by converting English to Aurelian. My subconscious has been picking up their language to the point where soon I’ll be able to shed the amulet completely. Apparently, it’s very valuable, and Brigg not only had to trade his chain for it – but the three Aurelians had to brave the northlands to mine more gold to trade for continued use of it.

In the current times with the fear of the dragon always lurking, I won’t let them go north again. I’ll have to learn quickly or we’ll be back to communicating with grunts and smiles.

The three Aurelians look suddenly somber. “The moon blood stops only when a woman is pregnant,” says Stryker, and I realize he’s now understanding that there might be something seriously wrong with me. I look down uncomfortably. Despite being over sixty, I still have the body of a thirty-year-old. The three of them somehow make me feel so small and young again. It’s not just that they’ve lived hundreds of years. It’s not even the sheer size of these towering warriors. It’s how vulnerable I feel that I’ll never be able to give the three of them what they want and need more than anything.

Haleon swallows hard. Then he nods. “There is only one way forward. We must consult the Orb-God.”

Brigg slams his palm against the wall. “Consult the Orb-God? We’ve been banished, dammit. They’ll never let us see it!”

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