by Alyx X
"You don't seem happy to see me," he mused, looking to the males on either side of him, who chuckled as though prompted. As though they understood the joke.
"Surprised," I clarified, carefully watching his guard, who was watching me with a level of confidence I wished I possessed in this moment. More than one of my ‘brothers’ was eyeing the obvious decrease in my muscle lines. "You never leave Coxian. This is what? The first time in..."
"A century." My father filled in the blank with a grin, "I only leave for things that are of the utmost importance, as you well know. Makes you wonder why I’m here, doesn’t it?" He cocked his head at me, the picture of calm destruction.
It took all of my effort to keep my face blank, to look interested rather than the horror that I was feeling. With the way he was smiling at me, watching me with the knowing expression, it was almost as though he knew about Kylie. He knew what Myro and I had done.
But that wasn't possible.
It couldn't be. Unless TerraLink had informed my home planet about what had happened on Earth. No one else had known we’d been there. Though, TerraLink didn't have us on their registrar list...
"Is there a woman on Io you desire?" I lifted my eyebrow, feigning interest. He didn't even flinch, and that long stretch of wicked grin only widened. I suppressed a shiver.
"We have already visited the brothels while we waited for you—”.
"For me?" I interrupted, sure that my voice cracked. I straightened my shoulders and released a laugh, the booming sound echoing around the now empty hangar. It seemed that everyone had cleared out.
Perhaps I could go with my father, distract him, so that Kylie and Myro could get off this rock and far away from the threat that he posed. I could wait out here, or fight these guys enough that they could escape. Even though I may not survive the struggle, it would still be worth it.
Did I just offer to sacrifice myself? What the hell?
"Yes," his grin stretched and he took a step closer, his army of golden chested Coxians following suit. "You seem surprised, son, almost as surprised as I was when years went by and you never returned home. Never brought a delectable pussy for me to savor..."
I almost let out a sigh of relief. So he had no idea about Kylie. Perhaps we could survive this. If Myro and Kylie stayed away...
"Yes, well that is what happens when I am paired with one of Korvo's children. Myro is more interested in servicing himself than finding women, the bastard. He's looking for his soul mate or some shit. I've had to drag him..."
"Drag him?" Grymm laughed, everyone joining in as though they were running on remote. "I know that Korvo's children cause problems, but that's why you were paired with him, to give some fire to the cocksucker. Seems you did just that."
I blinked, the knot in my throat returning as though I had been stabbed there. Grymm didn't break eye contact as he stretched his hand out, the man to his immediate left placing a grey communicator box in it. My father continued to grin, flashing the screen on the communicator towards me, a video already playing.
It took me a second to realize what I was seeing. I had only been there twice after all, and had been more intrigued by the beautiful round breasts that humans had than the many, many cameras. The video showed a Coxian male sitting in the center of the room, surrounded by humans who were more than interested in the erection of the bastard.
Damn that ridiculous cock. There was only one reason this video would have made it off Earth, and that was it.
Screwed by a cock. In all the wrong ways.
"He seems pretty happy to be getting some pussy..." My father's guard didn't even have to be prompted to laugh that time. They laughed heartily, making wild gestures of giant cocks. "Of course, why he is getting any kind of pussy on that dying rock I do not understand."
He threw the communicator down, the sound of the shattering glass echoing through the empty bay.
"Trust me, he got nothing there. He caused an orgy and we were promptly tossed out—"
"He shouldn't have been there at all!" Grymm shouted, his barely-contained rage finally breaking through his calm facade. He was shaking with it, so much so that if he had been holding another communicator he might have crushed it in his palm. "You have been drilled, over and over, you know the rules. And you broke them."
"I'm not even in the video—"
"You are bound together, Fey, you were there. I expected so much more from you. You were trained. You were one of my best fighters... and now you are... well... you are nothing."
His face finally snapped from his smug grin, falling into a cruel glower that cut right through me.
"I am still your son." It was a final hope, but he didn't grin, he didn't laugh. He stepped back, clicking his tongue. The snap of his tongue sliced against my skin.
I straightened my shoulders, tightening each muscle in my back into a tight coil as I prepared myself. I hadn't gotten much practice, beyond kicking Myro's ass, since leaving home, but I wasn't going down without a fight.
"No. My sons know their place and they do not step outside of it. My sons know to follow the law. You are dead to me."
"What is so wrong about hu—?" I had been expecting his guard to fight me. I was ready.
I was not ready for the army of Coxians that surrounded me from behind, pummeling into my body with fists and feet. I grunted, but moved to begin defending myself. Instead, they grabbed me with at least six pairs of hands, restraining me before I could even fully inhale. Heart pounding, muscles aching, I panted while drooped in their hands.
"As if we needed more proof. You are no son of mine." I saw the spit before it sprayed over me. The splatter of vile wetness speckled over my nose and cheeks and recoiled, the Coxian warriors holding me tighter.
"Take him to the ship and restrain him, we will wait here for Myro and then we can get out of this shit hole." He looked truly disgusting, but that was not what I noticed.
Not what I heard.
He was waiting for Myro, not for Kylie. He didn't know she was here. He didn't know how deep our "sins" had taken us.
I could still do something...
"He's not here. He stayed there." Everyone froze as I yelled over the hands that were still restraining me. "If you want him, you'll have to go to Earth."
Everyone seemed ready to go, to continue their mission. My father's face, however, had blanched to a shade of white, his jaw working as hard eyes stared into me.
"Did you really expect him to leave that planet? To him, it was worth the risk to lose his power to fuck all the humans he could. Those bitches are tight." I smacked my lips together, speaking the way he expected me to. The tone, the lust, it was all on par for our race. I refused to admit how much it twisted my stomach to speak this way. "I was coming home to report him."
"Did you... how could..." My father tried to work through his panic before his muttering turned into a growl, everyone's focus pulling to him in confusion. "That wouldn't have mattered! You were still there; you will still face the punishment. Take him to the ship, we will deal with Myro later."
The Coxians who held me dragged me away, muttering about how they would like to go to Earth and experience tight human pussy. I wanted to scream, fight, something, but I was helpless beneath their hands.
"Did you try some?" One of them whisper-asked, leaning into me so his voice didn't carry in the open air of the bays. "Push into that puss? I'd like to do that; it would be worth the risk." Of all the fucking irony...
"Why would you?" Someone else cut me off before I could answer. "That place is only death. Drains your power. Pussy shrivels your cock. This bastard is getting what's coming to him."
They all laughed at that, but I said nothing. It was a death sentence, but not in the way they thought. I hoped I had given them enough time to escape. To hide.
That I had given Myro the time to keep Kylie safe.
18
Myro
"Move faster," I hissed out of the corner of my mouth, hoping that she could
hear me over the commotion that bounced off the old rotted metal and piles of trash that ruled the landscape of the space station.
"I'm trying," she hissed back, although louder than I would have. A few heads turned to glare at her, but I am not sure any of them understood that we were together.
Or even where her squeaky voice had come from. She only came to the shoulders of some of these hulking beings from across the stars. Hopefully that would play to our advantage.
I hadn't seen more than the few Coxians since Kylie had come to find me. I had seen them a second before she had yelled my name across the massive hall, a second before they had turned. So far that seemed to have been enough time for us to get away from them.
I was sure they hadn't followed me, but I wasn't going to take that risk.
"Take the next left and dodge into the store with the red door. I'll be right behind you." I braced, expecting her to fight me or give me some look of worry like all of the females I had grown up around. Whimpering, pretty little things.
She, however, didn't even give me more than a glance and a nod, her tiny body darting between bodies as she dodged into the alley I had indicated, hand firmly on her hip. Close enough to grab and unsheathe the knife if needed.
With every step she took away from me, my heart tensed tighter and tighter. It had been as hard to pull away from her and leave her in the store, and there I had at least assumed she was safe. There was no promise anymore.
I watched her until a Driani warrior slammed into my back and broke my focus, sending me a few steps in the other direction. Darting down a different alley, I glanced back, looking for golden skin that always stuck out in a crowd like this.
Nothing.
One turn, then another, then another. Still no gold skinned bastards coming to get us. It was becoming clear that I might have overreacted, thank god. The other Coxians I had seen must have been here for the same reason we were: restock and refuel.
It would have been amazing if one little video led them here, or even if they had seen it, but we were safe now. I needed to get my head on straight, get back to Fey, and get us the hell out of here.
"Let's get out of here," Kylie said the second I reached the red door. She hadn't even gone inside. I was amazed that she hadn't gone back to the ship without me.
Although if I had been another minute she might have. The second I turned she was off, two steps ahead of me, and racing toward the ship. Or, at least as close as she could. Two wrong turns in and it was clear she had no idea where we were, or where we were going.
"Hold on," I said, hand out as I held her back the second our hangar and our massive golden ship was in sight.
Something was wrong. There were voices in there, two, and I recognized both of them.
"Take him to the ship and restrain him," Fey's father's voice echoed against the shiny walls of the hangar, and I pulled back, flattening against it as though I could blend in. "We will wait here for Myro and then we can get out of this shit hole."
"What the hell?" Kylie hissed, knife out as she looked between me and the voice, already fighting me to get in there.
"Wait," I hissed at her, barely holding her back. "That's Fey's father. Want to breathe more than the next five minutes? Get your ass behind me."
I was firm, every bit of me expressing the seriousness of the situation. She still glared back at me, knife in hand. She couldn't be serious. I knew Kylie had some fight in her, but damn.
"He's not here. He stayed there." Fey's shout smothered her determination. The light in her eyes faded and she turned toward the shout that was still echoing off the walls in a moan of panic and fear.
Two emotions that, until then, I wasn't sure Fey could feel.
"They are taking him back to Cox," Kylie flipped her knife, silver blade glinting. "We can't let that happen. If we are going to fight them then let it be now."
"With two dozen warriors out there, and you with a knife? That’s Grymm, Kylie. The motherfucker who loves to fight, who has special abilities for fighting. We’d die before we took our first step." Just the thought of what would end up happening with that was making my stomach twist.
"They are scared of humans, remember?" She stepped out, trying to see around the stacks of supplies to what was going on, but I pulled her back before she could be seen.
"You think they are. It’s a theory we have." I held her against me, her heart beating so fast it felt like a long eared Burnneer kicking against me. "We don't know that for sure."
"If you want him, you'll have to go to Earth." Fey continued, laughing like a maniac and cutting against the glare that Kylie had fixed me with. She knew I was right.
The sound of flesh against flesh echoed as we stared at each other, the sound of punch after punch hit my ears, jarring through my spine.
Fucking Grymm! The guy was ruthless. This was not the person I wanted to catch wind of Kylie's existence. I held her closer, listening as the sound of punches faded away.
"Did you really expect him to leave that planet?" Fey said with a loud laugh that was accompanied by the splashing of too much blood. "To him, it was worth the risk to lose his power to fuck all the humans he could. Those bitches are tight." His laugh burst again, surrounded by the sound of crude lust. Kylie's lips pursed angrily, the derogatory way he had spoken about her unmissed. I waved at her, shaking my head as Fey said something else, trying to tell her that was how his dad was, but her anger didn't lessen.
"Are all Coxians such assholes?" Kylie asked, still fighting against me, although halfheartedly. "We can't let them do this. We can't let them take him."
"I'll explain, Kylie, but you've got to trust me." I didn't say anything else to her, but it was enough. She sagged in my arms, not releasing her knife.
"You were still there. You will still face the punishment. Take him to the ship, we will deal with Myro later." Grymm's command was a rumble that was quickly overrun by the sound of feet and punches.
"If we go now we can take them," Kylie whispered, fighting against my hold, albeit weakly. "I know of a sure-fire way to see if they are afraid of humans. Maybe they will run away screaming."
She didn't even move that time, even though she didn't look away from the now fading voice of Fey. "Are we seriously going to stand here while they drag Fey off to another planet?"
She wasn't whining. Wasn't angry. She was asking a question that might as well have been a barb right through my heart. I knew she was right. I knew she was right all along, but I wanted to keep her safe. I was raised in a peaceful harem compared to the inner circle of fire that Fey had come from. I didn't even know how to fight them.
I didn't know how to save him. I didn't know how to keep her safe.
She was not safe on Grymm’s ship. Hell, if they had found us here, safe probably wasn't going to be safe anywhere.
"No, no we aren't."
I grabbed her free hand, pulling her behind me as I shuffled us behind a wall of shipping containers, following the sound of the Coxian's footsteps. I didn't know where they had parked their ship, but if I could get there before they could...
"If we are going to fight them, you are going the wrong way."
"We aren't going to fight them," I said, dodging through the human slaves that were loading a shuttle a few bays down, finally catching sight of Fey's father ship, the monstrosity parked on the other side of the massive thoroughfare.
Shit. That was a complication I wasn't expecting.
"Okay, then what are we planning on doing?" She was gripping the knife even tighter, slicing it through the air in a few practice swipes. Damn. The fire in her was making me hard.
Keep it together, Myro. If I got too aroused and sent out a wave of desire we were going to be in a lot of trouble.
"We are going to sneak on board." It was the flimsiest, silliest plan, and the look she gave me said as much. But I simply couldn't think of anything else. "Once on board and flying we can pick them off one by one."
"You mean I can pick them
off one by one." She grinned at me, flipping the knife again. I only nodded. She knew the truth as much as I did. "That'll work."
It had to. We didn't have another option.
"Let's go."
Kylie stayed tight against me as we shimmied behind stacks of crates and weapons and loading and fueling equipment. Heads turned, people yelled, but even then no one paid us much mind. We could have escaped without notice, but instead we stood against a large bay wall, the massive ship a hundred furlews away. All that remained was the open space that they used to shuttle ships. A hundred furlews of open space that we could be seen in.
A glance down the hall showed that the Coxians were not that far off, the bloodied Fey slung between them. We only had one chance.
"We will need to get into the back bay before them, I know right where we can hide. But we have to get in first."
"We need a distraction," Kylie was staring as intently at the quickly advancing party, thinking hard. Then she turned and grabbed one of the glass jars that was stacked on the side in preparation for loading and shipping to who knows where.
She threw it before I could stop her. It flew through the air in slow motion, my heartbeats punctuating the passing seconds. Then, it landed on the metal floor and the glass clanged, the green fluid spilled over, and the ship hands in the bay behind us began yelling, one of them running out to grab the jar. Two more followed behind, all of them yelling at each other and then at us.
It was enough. It had to be. I held her to the side of me, close enough that hopefully she wouldn't be seen behind my golden skin. The same second we popped out from behind the wall, Fey began yelling, his shouts mixing with those of the dock workers, mixing with the Coxians’ as they fought to restrain Fey.
As they began punching him again.
At the sound of Fey's shouts, the remaining Coxians at the ship took off to help. Leaving the bay wide open.
Even Kylie didn't fight me to chase after him and help, we took off together, racing up the plank and into the ship before anyone even turned to look at us.
