“Rebels nearly broke the spire,” snarls Bolden. “They nearly killed the queen.”
“The queen?”
“Your friend, Rachel. She earned her silver collar this night.”
My mind is swimming with information. Could I talk to Rachel somehow, to get her to speak with the General and send Reavers up north?
“My dad’s alive. I know it. I’m not leaving him up there.”
“He let you be an indentured servant, serving a worthless lord,” says Krazak, his words hitting me like a slap. He speaks in sharp, crisp sentences, gasping in quick breaths of air between words as he fights against the pain from the poultice.
“Just as I let Rachel take my place as a whore for a triad. I know the only reason you’re not doing terrible things to me right now is because of her,” I snap back.
Krazak leans back, pulling his black robe over his body, hiding his wound from me. “And yet you came to us, alone. Perhaps you do not think these things so horrible,” he says, his eyes flashing. I gulp and step back, as his cock twitches against his thigh, coming to life.
Even through the agony, he wants me.
“Please. Save him. If you don’t go, I will. I’m not leaving him down there.”
“Foolish bravery,” says Khra from behind me. I glance over my shoulder. He’s blocking the doorway with his big body, keeping me trapped in the bedroom. His face is more angular than Krazak’s, with higher cheekbones. He steps into the bedroom, and Bolden follows, a silent giant. He has thick brows that are perpetually furrowed, eyes that don’t quite focus on anything, always searching the room, glancing out the window, restless until they find me. His dick is still fully erect, but the beast of a man is controlling himself.
Krazak grunts. “We must return to our posts tomorrow. He’s gone, Lola. You must accept it. You can’t bring anyone back.”
I shiver. I knew what was going to happen if I went into a bedroom alone with three brute Aurelians. I came here with a plan. “I know that General Ra’al said that I am off-limits to you, but—”
Krazak’s hand darts forward so quick it’s a blur, wrapping around my wrist as he stands, towering over me. He takes in a wracking breath and pulls me closer to him. I brush against his wound, but he ignores the pain. “Do you think I need the permission of any man to claim what ismine?”
He’s terrifying when he’s angry. My heart pounds. “They’ll kill you.”
“I’m already dead.” He releases my arm, pushing me away, and sits down hard on the bed. It creaks and groans under his bulk. He screws his eyes closed, but his cock surges up. His black robes are thin, fine silk, and I can see his thickening cock imprinted against it, a wet spot growing on his thigh where his cockhead spurts alien pre-cum. I can’t help the flush of lust as my body responds.
“Control yourself, woman,” snarls Khra from behind, angry, and I know he can smell my lust.
That lust can send them over the edge. I step back towards the window, letting the moonlight wash over my body, the three men in front of me, Bolden at the door, Krazak on the bed, Khra standing rigid, all three of their eyes on me. Krazak can’t keep his grey orbs closed, unable to stop staring at me, as if he’s fixated on me.
In a quick movement, fast so I don’t lose my nerve, I pull the ripped dress from my body. The three men stare, shocked, as I unclasp my bra, and it falls to the floor.
“What are you doing?” Khra’s voice is a rasp. Bolden steps towards me and grabs onto the doorframe, his hand clenching tight as if it’s the only thing stopping him from rushing to me.
The black robes tent upwards as their huge cocks rear up. A shiver runs up and down my spine as heat flushes between my legs, insistent and primal, and I reach down, slowly taking off my panties and dropping them.
I stand, nude, uncovered, fighting back the urge to put my hands in front of my breasts as my nipples tighten. My cheeks flush red, and I let it wash up without resisting it, the lust overwhelming my anxiety and stress.
“I know your species. You love to conquer innocence. That’s the only thing I have to offer you. Please, just try, just go up north and help him, and I’ll do anything you want. Anything at all. I’ll be yours.”
Krazak stands, nostrils flaring, tasting my need. He steps towards me, and runs his hands over my body, slowly, delicately. His rough fingers trace down my collarbones, run over my nipple, then down my stomach until his finger rests between my legs, feeling how slick I am. My body is pulsing with arousal.
He growls, his cock thick and standing straight upright, wetting his black robes as his alien cock surges, spitting out pre-cum designed to let them force their too-huge marble rods into tight little human holes. The red flowers burn my nostrils, but I can smell something else, the deep, heavy masculine musk of Krazak filling my nose.
I know it’s going to hurt. That the three of them are going to pin me down and breed me, but it’s the only thing I have to offer. His eyes roll back, then his hand darts away as if it’s burnt, snarling and grabbing a sheet from the bed and throwing it over my body.
“Damn you, woman, leave!” He pushes me towards the door, where Khra and Bolden stand to the side, letting me pass.
I run out of the bedroom, tears coming to my eyes, and rush down to the guards’ quarters. I don’t know what I did wrong. Why they hate me.
I sit on the tough, hard bunk, and as the adrenaline wears off, the deepest exhaustion washes over me.
We’ll be transported north to the city tomorrow. Then I’ll get supplies, steal a truck, and head north.