Charmed By The Coxian Gods

by Alyx X

  She had been so happy to find herself a virgin, and I had been more than happy to find safety. I had been planning on selling my virginity anyway, so it didn't much matter to me how I did it.

  But the guy who had bought me had something dark in mind, and I had fought him off, only finding out later that Natalia would lose virgins to men like that. Now I kept them safe, and this dildo in a box? I had never used it. Never needed to.

  I was still intact. But as I lay there, looking at the long length and thinking of the golden rod in the video, my mouth went dry.

  I knew who I wanted to take me first.

  My stomach buzzed at the thought, the devastating loss flaring again as I thought of it. Thought of them already being gone.

  I would have to find them, and if they were on Earth that meant they had been registered by TerraLink. TerraLink would know how to reach them.

  Except if TerraLink found me, I was fairly certain it wouldn't be a Coxian dick that I would be on the receiving end of.

  5

  Fey

  The smell of her was everywhere. It wafted around me like a cocoon of pleasure. She had never been on my ship, let alone in my room, yet I could smell her everywhere. See her everywhere.

  See her bent over the end of my bed, bared and prepared to take me into her. Tied against the shower, hot water falling over her skin as I licked the luscious fruit between her thighs.

  I could imagine the feeling of her as she took me, as she screamed and writhed beneath me.

  I was usually the one to bring pleasure to the women I brought into my bed, but this one damned human was already doing me in. I had never felt things like this before. It was the exact feeling I had been told to watch for, a stirring of inescapable need. The thought of her was sending me back into a whirlwind.

  I needed her.

  Her.

  Kylie.

  Even the name was doing something to me.

  Kylie. A fucking human. The one species of female that we were strictly forbidden to bring into our harems. Curse me and my need to taste a human pussy. If I took her, if anyone found out... we were doomed to be hanged before the pit of the Grlak. Eaten before our feet would touch the soil of the planet Cox again.

  "Danik!" I swore in my home tongue, a string of profanities filling the air as I stood, letting my hands run over the soft bedspread that I knew would look so much better with her on it.

  I would have her. Even if it meant going against my heritage, against my father, against my sanity. I would have her; consequences be damned.

  There was only one thing that was standing in my way. Myro wanted Kylie too, I had seen it in his eyes. He was too much of a goody-goody to take the risk of a human, however. Which meant he had to go. I would let him have the girl. And I wouldn't let him report me either.

  I had been waiting for a reason to get rid of the whiney Coxian mutt for a while. The avenue to do so, however, was definitely not what I expected.

  "Myro!" My voice carried down the long halls of our ship the second I reached it, the door to my quarters sliding shut behind me. "Myro!"

  My own voice echoing around me, I raced toward the common area he usually sat in, monitoring the workings of the ship as he read from one of those pesky books. I knew he had picked a few old battered copies of some ancient relic from the surface of Earth.

  He was in the room, but not as I had expected him.

  Myro lay out on the wide velvet sofa, pants down, cock exposed, his hand rubbing up and down his long shaft as he smiled and mumbled something to himself. My hungry longing for the human was quickly replaced by humor, a low chuckle rising from my belly as I collapsed myself into the foot of the chaise. My weight sagged him toward me and pulled him out of whatever reverie he was in with a start.

  "Do you want to measure, brother? Because I promise you that I will win." I teased, letting my hand run up his calf slowly as he swore and attempted to tuck his already engorged member back into his pants. Good luck. The fucking bastard was blessed in more than his ability to control women’s climax's.

  Wasted talents.

  "I already know that's not the case." Myro snapped and kicked me off the foot of the couch, my ass hitting the floor as he jumped up and finished tucking himself away. "And if you don't stop lusting after me—"

  "I'm not lusting after you, brother, I know what cloth cut you and you may possess powers and a cock of the gods themselves, but I know better than to entwine myself with that." So much for my good mood, my eyes sparked with golden hate as he did the same, the two of us grinning and growling and staring in sparks of gold that reflected across the room.

  "Ha! You reek of jealousy, Fey. Just because my father can keep his concubines and their brats alive... yours would rather let them fight to the death." Myro stepped closer, the golden light in his eyes fading something closer to red. Red of danger.

  I had seen the color enough growing up—he wasn't wrong after all—my father enjoyed a good fight and he didn't care what the cost was. I was only favored because I’d killed all of the weaker of his children in the pits he keeps in his orchard. Lust for the girl, humor at seeing Myro with his cock out, it was all gone in the light of Myro's eyes. I would never know why our parents had placed us together, but each day was a day too many.

  "We fight for what is ours, I was raised to. Which reminds me, the reason you were lying here with your cock out..." Myro froze as I postured him, my smile growing as both the grin and dangerous red of his eyes faded. "Kylie is mine. I plan to take her."

  "You plan to take a human?" Myro was laughing now, stepping away from me as he ran his hand through his hair, a low chuckle echoing over the ugly books that he had stacked around the room.

  I tensed, shoulders tightening as I watched his every move. I would either be attacking him or jettisoning him out into space. There was no point in hiding my plans from him. We were bound together; he would find out either way. His reaction would merely determine how I would get rid of him.

  "I do. She is mine." I repeated the words that had buzzed through my head since I had seen her, the exact words that Myro had spoken to her. My stomach churned at the memory and I stepped toward the Coxian, recognizing what I had missed before. Lustful determination. "And I'm not going to share, Myro."

  Muscles coiled in tense lines as we faced each other with heaving breaths and tightened fists, and I braced for him to throw the first punch.

  Myro's chin lifted, his chest heaving as spurts of hot hair flew toward my face, "I won't let you take her. Kylie needs to remain on Earth."

  "That's it?" A laugh burst from me, my muscles aching for release. "You think that will stop me? I don't have to listen to you. And my guess, by the way you were clutching yourself, you won't turn me in when I take her..."

  "You can't take her," Myro snapped, stepping forward, his fists quivering with barely contained rage. "They will kill her. Leave Kylie here, Fey. Let her live. Humans don't live long anyway."

  The phrasing was so well rehearsed that it was clear it was what he had been telling himself since we had left the Scarlet Feather. He wanted her as bad as I did, but he was going to run away rather than take what was rightfully his. Rightfully mine.

  Just another reason he was weak.

  "All the more reason to take her, to bring true pleasure to her life, and to mine, for the years that she is good to me." Gods, my cock would not settle with the thought of Kylie. It tightened in the restrictive pants that I wore, stretching painfully as though it was searching for her tight opening.

  "You... you would use her to her death?" Myro was dead serious, his brow furrowing as though he was in pain. I just laughed.

  "That is our entire purpose for existing, brother." I laughed again as his face fell, as his shoulders sagged. "We live for generations longer than every other species in this solar system. Did you really think you were going to find the one girl with a pussy that was good for more than a few years to ride that ridiculous pole of yours?"

  La
ughter exploded from me, each sound slapping the smug victory from Myro's face until his eyes were hollow and broken. That was the problem with being raised in a Harem that would rather hold hands and sing songs of the ancestors.

  The beast had no bite.

  "Ah, that's it isn't it? That's why you've decided to let her 'live her life on Earth in peace'," I continued to step closer to him, even as he stepped away. "You can't fuck her. You can't let her ride you... you and your ridiculous cock would sooner rip her in two. Two little human pieces—"

  He punched me before I could say anything more. The hard rock of his fist smacked against my jaw with a force that I hadn't felt in years—not since leaving home. Exhilaration rampaged my soul as I stood to face him, a new hatred boiling off his skin.

  "Guess the dog does have some bite after all," I laughed, that red hot rage rolling through the glittering sheen of my muscles again. "This will be a good fight."

  I pulled back, feigning a punch when instead he was going to be on the receiving end of a well-placed kick. Maybe if I kick hard enough I could take off a few inches of his manhood. Before I could launch my foot forward however, he dodged both and stepped back, hands in the air.

  Like that was going to stop me.

  "I do not want to fight you," Myro said, voice darker than I had ever heard. "I want you to leave Kylie alone."

  His voice cried forfeit, but his expression did not. I could see the dark clouds boiling beneath the surface, and I knew he was aching to hit me again. He had riled me up, I needed this. Wanted this. If I couldn't take the girl to my bed, then I would take him to the ground. Or, even better, I would do both.

  "Not going to happen," I grinned, choosing to take that punch anyway, knocking him first in the jaw and then in the gut and sending him stumbling back against the books. "But I'll tell you what. Let's see how much fight you have in you. You best me, and I will leave her on Earth. I best you and..."

  He was up from the books before I had finished, fists up and ready.

  "Perfect." Even my fists were throbbing with the excitement for what was coming. He knew as well as I did that he couldn't take me.

  He still tried.

  His fist whizzed through the air and I ducked, letting it hit nothing as I dodged him. He stumbled from the loss of balance and I jumped up and hit him again, this time with a palm against his spine that sent him forward, right into yet another pile of books.

  "Come on Myro, I know you can do better than this." I smacked him on the ass and moved back, giving him time to get up again. When I won I was going to do it face to face. "Do better, or give up, she's going to die on the surface of that dying planet either way. Don't you want her to see the stars?"

  "I thought you said you weren't going to share," he spat out a trickle of blood as he stood. Fists, foolishly rising to cover his face again. Damn. Someone really should have taken the time to teach him to fight.

  "Oh, I'm not," I swung again, but he didn't even dodge that time, he let the punch land, and he fell back into his precious books. "But won't you sleep better knowing that Kylie is screaming beneath me as she takes my cock with her hands tied? Knowing that she’s writhing with pleasure as she begs for me to fuck her before the stars? Imagine the life she could have."

  Each word dripped from me in a beautiful taunt that cut across his back even as it swelled in my groin. Everything throbbed and Myro groaned before rolling over and letting a single punch fly. This one landed true, but I barely moved, the impact barely more than a tap.

  "Admit it, brother!" I laughed again, letting two more punches land on his sides. "You have lost. That pussy is mine."

  "Kylie is not a pussy!" Myro stared at me, eye swollen and dark, golden blood seeping from a cut on his lip.

  "You're right. You are." I punched him again, leaving him to sag unconscious against his books. "If I didn't know better I would say that you wanted her here. You needed to be punished for your sins."

  Myro groaned as though he could hear me, his body twitching as proof of my victory.

  It wasn't a true win, considering that he was still breathing, but I think this time I’d won an even better prize.

  6

  Myro

  What the hell was I thinking?

  I should have known going into a fight with Fey that I would end up face down in my own bed, head throbbing, jaw aching, with the overwhelming taste of blood in my mouth. I turned my head and instantly regretted it. He had left the lights on. Everything screamed in pain as the impact of his punches hit me with their full power.

  "Lights off!" I screamed, everything rattling more as the burning agony of the powerful lights flicked off and left me in merciful darkness.

  "Ship. Where is Fey?" I asked with a moan, rolling back onto my back and closing my eyes, which practically screamed for me to go back to sleep.

  I already knew I wouldn't be able to. I knew what was coming.

  "Fey is no longer on the ship," the computer returned, her synthesized voice meant to insight arousal. It was mostly pissing me off. "He has left a message."

  Great. Of course he did.

  "Play message." I threw my arms over my head, expecting his grating laugh to fill my room as he rubbed in his victory once more.

  Instead, it was the same female voice of the ship, the message strangely distorted by the mismatched tones.

  "Hey you fucking bastard, don't know why you tried that. You knew it was pointless, if I had to guess, you want that girl’s screams to fill the ship. Well, wish granted. I'm going back. Gonna go make her my mate through TerraLink, make it all official and shit. Kylie Robbins. Clean out your room you ass muncher because we are going to need it, I plan to ravage her in every room on that ship."

  The computer's relay of his message ended with a poor imitation of his laugh, the low sound rattling my head even further.

  "This is not going to end well." I rolled out of bed with a groan, collapsing onto my knees and crawling over to the food generator in the side well. "FireSlug juice!" I roared, grateful when everything buzzed to life. At least Fey hadn’t disabled that.

  The stuff was normally meant for hangovers, but with the amount of pain I was in, I would take anything. Drinking the foul stuff, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. So much for the allure of golden skin, I was a million shades of grey and orange. There was even some black under my left eye. How fucking hard had the bastard hit me?

  I would have to clean that up before Fey got back with the girl...

  Wait, what the hell was I on about?

  I couldn't let him go and get her, that would get us all killed. I didn't care how much of a bastard Fey was, I knew that Kylie was worth more than a good fuck before we all were on the receiving end of ritual sacrifice. She was worth protecting. Savoring. Treasuring.

  "Fucking Fey." I slid into the squishy chair before the computer panels in my room, waving my hand over them to turn them all on. Nothing happened.

  "Fucking Fey!" I caught my fists inches from colliding with the glass. Left me with food, but no computer. "Ship! What did he disable?"

  "Fey has left the ship."

  "Yes, yes, I know that," I growled, head in hands as I half wondered if Fey had turned off the ship's logic sensor too. "But what systems did he change before he did so? Exactly how trapped am I in here?"

  "Fey disables access to all door locks, and altered many access ports."

  I was amazed that I got that much information. Access ports must mean he changed the passwords. The Coxian wasn't that smart though, I was sure I could figure it out. Chances were high it was something about how much he hated me, or something about the girl. I would start with the girl, and I already knew where to look.

  Chugging down the rest of the FireSlug juice, I slammed the glass down on my desk and opened my drawer, pulling out the old communicator that I had purchased a few planets ago. Old Earth technology fascinated many in the solar system and I was happy to get my hands on a working model.

  Hitting t
he buttons on the side a few times, the thing flickered and buzzed to life, the swirling characters of the international language gracing the surface.

  "Kylie Robbins. Earth. Full History." I spoke the words clearly into the mouthpiece before placing the device on the glass receptors on my desk, the tiny pictures on the communicator transferring to my intel screens.

  The little thing had found what I was looking for immediately. Pictures of Kylie buzzed to life, one after another all-in different stages of her life. Her TerraLink enrollment card as a child, citing registration but not availability. The logs from a job she’d had at a shirt factory in the center of the Smog City. She had freckles then, and her hair was a lot wilder than what I had seen in the club. But she had the same eyes. Eyes that stared into me and sent a buzzing rumbling through my nerve endings.

  I shivered. The things that this girl, even in pictures, were making me feel we're not making it easy to follow through on my decision to leave her behind.

  Tapping the screen, I went through one picture after another, the girl getting older as I followed the patchworked cacophony of her life. Registration, abandonment, emancipation, sewing shirts, murder.

  Murder?

  ''Kylie Robbins is wanted for the Murder of Ambassador Hesslyn after she lured him down a street and stabbed—'

  What the? No… My heart was in my stomach. Everything twisting as I clicked through one article and then another, weird facts that didn't quite add up flashing before me.

  Some articles said she killed him. Some claimed she had dismembered him. But through them all there was picture after picture of her, the same girl from the club. The girl that had made me feel things that were not supposed to be possible for a Coxian to feel.

  Same eyes.

  Same tight-lipped smile.

  Same sass that was so strong I could practically feel it twist around my soul from the pictures.