by Ella Long
How to convince this beautiful creature of our fate?
I could not let her get away. She was made for me, her scent, her body, the perfect genetic match for my own.
Surely on some level, she could feel it.
And if she didn’t, we’d make it clear to her.
She was ours now.
Ashley
I stayed on my knees, hands buried in the sand.
I couldn’t even cry.
There was silence in the tent and everyone was watching the tall gold man with the flowing, white blonde hair.
His robes were white with a broad gold stripe up the middle that broke into a cross shape across the chest.
The gold embroidery around the cuffs and hem was exquisite, done by a very fine hand. As he came down the steps I got a good look at the hemline.
It was kind of like an old fashioned priest’s robe, but I doubted very much that he was any sort of holy man.
Whispers started to fly around the crowd. The tent was full of Xael in various types of clothes. I could see a definite class divide. Some were dressed in robes like this blonde man, although none as finely made as his.
Others wore leather trousers and tunics. White collar and blue collar thing?
I could feel them all staring at me. The tall blonde man was right in front of me, I could see his feet.
“Get her up.” He spoke gruffly. My heart pounded up into my chest, making me feel like was being choked.
The two Xael soldiers grabbed me by my upper arms and hauled me to my feet. I almost sank back down again and they held me up. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, trying not to fall again.
He walked around us, looking at me critically. My eyes darted up but glanced away again. I was too scared to make proper eye contact and his face was fierce.
Handsome, but cruel.
Inhuman.
He stopped in front of us and turned in a circle, preparing to address his people. I noticed two humans on either side of his throne. Their uniforms were clean and they carried alien weapons. Their faces were blank and I wondered if they were brainwashed or something.
Didn’t they care about what happened to humans in this room?
When he spoke, I was surprised to find I liked his voice. It was rich and deep, soothing even though he was stern.
I had the ridiculous thought that I would love to hear him sing. I really needed to get some decent food and sleep.
I was clearly starting to slip into some kind of delirium.
“I try as best I can to be fair and allow humans to make their own choices.” He spread his arms wide as he turned around, embracing all with his words. “The Xael have had endless patience in this regard. Yet this is how we are repaid. By humans breaking into the camp and stealing from us!”
The assembled Xael muttered and hissed. One of the guards stepped up and emptied out my rucksack. Bottles and needles fell to the floor in front of me.
The murmurings turned to shocked cries. I didn’t understand this. Why did they care about me stealing human things? They had better medicines, they wouldn’t even use this stuff.
There was a movement behind me and I turned to look over my shoulder. Another tall Xael with darker, bronzer skin was entering the tent.
His eyes were a shocking turquoise in his dark face. His hair was dark and looked longer than the blond man’s. It was bound in a tight braid and his leather uniform was adorned with symbols on the hem.
He came even with the other and bowed.
“Lord commander Ghislan.”
“Warlord Sadhbah.” The blonde one nodded.
So they were comparable in rank. Both in charge, as it were.
Maybe I could convince them to let me go.
Maybe, if I could make a deal, I could get them to take in my kids.
I’d heard of the camps. Rumors of places humans were penned up.
I’d been trying to avoid them. But if they could save Ben’s life, being imprisoned might be a better option. The Xael weren’t cruel.
If I could save my little ones, I’d do anything. Anything at all.
“You are here to witness the judgement of this thief.” Lord Ghislan announced loudly, “For some time now we have been free of the rat-like humans that scurry in to rip off supplies and disappear into the night. There is no greater insult than to steal from us. No honor.”
I disagreed, but this wasn’t the place to bring that up.
Every Xael in the place glared at me. My shaking was settling down but my heart felt fluttery and weak.
“You think you can steal from me?” He stepped close to me and his deep red eyes were accusing and fierce. “You think I will let myself be taken advantage of? By you?”
My breaths were starting to get stuck in my throat. I wanted to grab my stomach and fold over, but the two guards were holding my upper arms tightly.
The lord commander stepped up close to me. He reached out and grabbed the loose fabric at the collar of my dress.
I had been wearing it for so long, I couldn’t even remember how I ended up wearing it. It sure as hell didn’t fit me anymore.
I expected him to shake me or pull me close to his face.
What happened next was completely unexpected.
He yanked the dress downwards, twisting his fist.
I shrieked, I couldn’t help it. I felt the fabric tear, right across my back and down the sides of the dress.
A shocked gasp tore from my throat as he pulled and the tattered pieces fluttered in his hand as he stepped back.
I tried to cover myself, but the guards held me tight by the upper arms. My knees buckled as I tried desperately to move my hands but the guards just held me tighter and shook me to keep me upright.
Sobs stole my breath, freezing my face as tears gathered at the corners of my eyes.
The Xael were all whispering and staring. Quite a few had smiles on their faces and pointed at me, jeering as they looked me over and laughed amongst themselves.
The mercenary by the throne leered.
The lord commander stood before me, face stern and completely impassive. The warlord one—Sadhbah?—looked over his shoulder, dragging his eyes up and down my body.
He had a grin that was a bit softer and I might have found it warm if I wasn’t standing buck naked in a crowd of ogling Xael.
My knees started to shiver again and my arms jerked as I tried to cover myself again. One of the surrounding groups burst into laughter as they pointed. I could barely breathe.
My nipples were hard and tight and I felt like every single one of them was looking at my pussy. I blinked hard, tears starting to run down my cheeks as I gasped for air.
“Now you know how I feel.” Lord Ghislan said in his beautiful voice. He stepped closer, putting a hand on my chin so I had to meet his deep maroon eyes. “Taken advantage of, exposed and humiliated. We must decide upon a fitting punishment for you. Something that fits your crime.”
He turned his back, taking a few steps towards the throne. He and Sadhbah conversed briefly, Sadhbah looking up at me eagerly.
When he smiled his eyes seemed to soften and this made my heart leap in my chest. Maybe, I could convince him that I was useful somehow. If I could offer them something they wanted they might excuse my crime.
Before I could try to gather my thoughts the lord commander swept his gaze around the room. He spoke with firm authority.
“Clear the tent. Leave us.”
Both men came closer to me, Sadhbah grabbing my forearms tightly from behind as the guards withdrew.
There was a bit of disgruntled murmuring as the rest of the Xael crowd left. They stole glances at me, making me shiver all over again.
Soon the tent was empty and I was alone, held tightly between the lord commander and the warlord. They leered over me, staring at my body. The large hands gripping my arms were merciless, holding me still for their enjoyment.
To my shock, my pulse began to pound between the legs under their attention.
My fear only heightened my arousal, the shame spiraling into something new, something hungry.
I had no idea what was going to happen next. I desperately searched my mind for the right words to bargain with.
I was paralyzed by fear… and lust.
Sadhbah
Ghislan dismissed the company and my heart soared. He needed to taste her just as badly as I did. We needed to make the claiming bite. Our instincts wouldn’t let her get away. If she wouldn’t agree, we would just have to take her.
I released her and she staggered, almost falling.
She looked me up and down and it was clear she was interested in me and trying to hide it. She turned back to Ghislan and her legs trembled.
“What do you want with me?” She asked defiantly.
Ghislan had his eyes half closed as he took a step closer. His body was only an inch from hers. I knew he was feeling her body heat as well as drawing her scent over his tongue. His lips parted a little and his teeth pointed out.
I took a little step closer, letting myself get a bit lost in her. It was difficult to keep a clear head. She was losing her tough stance and starting to look between the two of us with fear, but it couldn’t mask the scent of arousal that came from between her legs.
“It’s time for your punishment,” I whispered, breath hot against her ear. “What do you think it should be?”
“Nothing?” she pled in a tiny, breathy voice.
“Surely, we can’t let you get away with no punishment at all,” Ghislan said as he ran his hands over her smooth sides, down the curves of her hips.
I stepped closer to her back, wrapping my arms around her torso to knead the soft flesh of her breasts. The nipples had already pebbled and I tweaked them, gently at first, then harder as she arched against my touch.
“Perhaps something could be arranged. A light punishment, for now,” I offered to Ghislan.
“Perhaps,” he agreed, his eyes flashing. “What would be the lightest thing we could offer?”
She did not answer, just looked between us both with wide eyes. With me almost pressed against her back and Ghislan close in front of her, her body burned against mine.
And a whole new scent.
Deep and musky, it rose from the warm cave between her legs.
She was getting more aroused for us with every moment.
She was perfect.
Stepping back half a step to give myself room, I ran my hand down her back, then swatted the lush curve of her hip.
She squealed in shock. “What are you—”
Ghislan swatted her next, pressing her close to his torso with one hand while he smacked her with the other.
“Your punishment, little one,” he promised darkly.
She moaned against him, then pushed away.
“No,” her eyes were wide, frantic, as if she refused to admit what was happening, even to her own body.
“Then take her to the camps,” Ghislan turned away, and she stumbled against me, causing my cock to nearly burst through my pants. Every fiber of my body demanded that I throw her to the ground, fuck her, claim her.
But it would be so much sweeter if she surrendered to her own desires first.
I swept her tiny body into my arms and strode towards the front of the tent, her feeble kicks doing nothing but stir my blood.
“Wait, stop!” she demanded. “Please!”
The sound of her begging struck me like lightening.
I stopped, looked down at the feminine bundle in my arms. “You have two choices, little one. Be thankful. Usually, the Lord Commander does not give anyone any choices at all.”
She swallowed hard, huge eyes bearing into mine.
“If I say yes, then what?”
Ghislan came to my side, stroked her cheek. “Then we punish you. Here and now.”
Her tongue darted out to dry lips. “And that’s, that’s all?” Her scent grew heavy again with her words.
“Unless you want something else.” His grin flashed, bright and feral.
“No,” she breathed out, the word no more than a whisper, the sudden heat of her body betraying her lie.
“Then let’s begin.”
Ghislan strode back to his chair, high on the dais of judgement, and I carried her to him.
Placing her on his lap, I stepped back to better enjoy the picture. Her, disheveled and beautiful, wanting and confused.
Ready for us.
Waiting.
Unable to help myself I dropped to my knees, taking one tight nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking as she groaned, her fingers twining in my hair, holding me to her.
With a final nip I pulled away, relishing her hazed eyes. “I’m sorry, little one. I forgot.”
She blinked, dazed.
“Nothing else, as per your wish.”
With a grin to match my own, Ghislan swiftly flipped her until she lay face down over his lap, her succulent ass high and on display. I moved aside the curtain of her hair to better watch her face.
“One,” Ghislan dropped his broad hand sharply across her naked ass, leaving a lovely red mark against her pale skin.
“No!” our captive shrieked, and kicked and flailed.
“Sadhbah, hold her legs,” he ordered, and I gladly complied. Gripping her slim ankles, I held her in place as he rained another sharp series of smacks on her behind, alternating cheeks.
Quickly her cries turned to moans, her scent all but blinding me.
He paused, caressing her curves.
“Are you done, little one?”
I stepped forward, hands still wrapped around her ankles, forcing her legs to part. The evidence of her arousal, even though her shame, shone on her slick folds, wet, glistening.
Ghislan moved his hand lower, trailing up her inner thigh stopping just short of that tempting target.
“No,” came the muffled answer, and we exchanged heated glances.
She was ours.
His hand moved to penetrate her and my mouth watered, imagining the taste of her, when she spoke again.
“No, I want to make a bargain.”
What?
Ashley
Oh god.
I couldn’t believe it. I’d almost come from being spanked. Held down. Manhandled.
I’d never felt anything like that before.
Even now, part of me wanted to just give in, let them keep going.
But this wasn’t just about me.
I struggled to push away from my upside down pose, blowing to get the hair out of my face.
“You’re clearly willing to negotiate when you want something,” I started again, trying to ignore the strong hands gripping my legs, forcing them apart.
“This is true,” Ghislan said, amusement clear in his voice. His hand kept its madding movements across my back, not painful, just enough pressure that I knew I couldn’t get up.
“What do you think we want?”
Despite my ridiculous position, I sorted. “Me.”
“I think we have you already,” he answered, and brushed the inside of my thigh.
Yeah. They did.
“You have me for now,” I argued. “but you know the instant you let me go, I’ll run.”
They both froze. The tent grew unbelievably silent, as if they’d even stopped breathing.
“What exactly do you want from us, in order for you to not run?” Sadhbah asked, tone a little too casual.
“Give me the medicine,” I begged. “Let me go, and I’ll come back willingly.” I swallowed. A rock hard bulge had been pushing into my stomach the entire time I’d been sprawled over his lap.
It didn’t take much thinking to guess what he wanted. What they both wanted.
“Let me take the medicine back, and you can take me.” I ran my tongue over my lips, unable to believe what I was about to offer. “Willingly. Both of you. Whatever you want.”
It was for the kids, I told myself. For Ben.
But the heat between my legs wouldn’t let me lie to myself.
“Interesting.”
Carefully, with more gentleness than I’d expected, the two giants raised me up to sit facing Ghislan, my legs spread, kneeling on either side of his thighs, Sadhbah standing behind me, imprisoning me between them.
“Perhaps we will take something from you now, and then keep you when you come back,” Ghislan mused.
“No, that’s not the deal!” I insisted, but couldn’t think straight, not with Sadhbah reaching around my chest, plucking at my aching nipples.
“We are negotiating for your service,” Ghislan smiled, and for the first time I noticed his teeth.
Sharp. Pointed. Teeth.
I caught my breath.
I could sense that these guys needed something from me. It was important to them that I stay and ‘service’ them.
What does that even mean? Fucking?
Just the thought made me tremble, and it wasn’t all fear.
I was excited and I couldn’t deny it.
Ghislan stood, lifting me to stand before him, tracing his strange red eyes over my body. His hair was a creamy fall of pale blonde that tumbled over his shoulders and down to his lower back.
Sadhbah was far more frightening to look at. There was a sharp beauty to him, a hardness born of battle. His dark hair was bound in a long braid that hung down his back and his eyes were a shocking, aqua blue. His skin was far darker too, as if he spent far more time in the sun.
I caught the eye of the one in front of me, my resolve faltering as I took in his expression. His deep maroon eyes turned soft and gentle, his smile encouraging and sweet.
He could shift between welcoming and threatening in the blink of an eye.
I couldn’t stop looking at his mouth. I didn’t know what was wrong with me.
“What exactly do you need me to do?” I could hear my breath trembling and the rest of me was, too. I wish my pussy wasn’t pulsing like it had a mind of its own.
It was impossible to think straight. The closer they got to me, the harder it was to remember what I was doing here.
“We wish keep you, use you, drink of you.” The dark one whispered over my shoulder, warm breath on my neck. His body was so close to mine I could feel him, like a furnace, glowing with sexual energy.
