Men found pleasure easily, with devices that had been crafted to thrust their cocks into that would mimic a woman’s mouth, cunt, or ass but for most it wasn’t nearly enough to quench the thirst only a partner provided.
And those who had females kept them hidden and protected. Having an abundance of women again would mean something to not only the men but to women like Treya who had to be hidden and protected.
Gay Phallyxian men were mostly unaffected in terms of companionship. But, Daxx had gay friends and even they said that they missed the femininity in their life. There was an overwhelming majority that needed that companionship, that softness, that light in his life. And there was the not-so-small issue of their race dying off if no one could procreate.
Now that women were going to be made available, it was hopeful that the unrest would settle. It was a concern that it might get worse before it got better because men would be jealous that their friends and neighbors got women before they did but despite that, there was hope for the first time in years.
Many had initially been in an uproar over Earth women coming, especially given that Earth was responsible for the loss of Phallyxian women, who had died out over a period of mere weeks, but when it came time for men to sign up, the idea of having women again overshadowed the anger at that planet for many. Not everyone, though, and any man who married an Earth female would be cautious about keeping her safe.
Daxx’s cousin Quid had paired up with an Earth woman for the first inter-species breeding experiment. It was successful. It had opened many minds. Daxx hadn’t yet met the woman or the child but had heard good things.
In causing problems at any competition or interfering with a claimed woman, a man would disqualify himself from being considered for an alien female and this had settled things down in the past few months as preparations were made for females to come. Daxx’s father and the other council members had been anxious to get things moving. There were still rebels out there but the announcement of the millions of females coming had settled things significantly. The vast majority didn’t want to ruin their chance of earning a wife.
The females would be provided for and cared for. The Phallyxian people had been connoisseurs of good things and good things were readily available, with rich soil and an abundance of minerals and precious stones. There was entertainment, technology, with many of the luxuries these women already had on Earth, and beyond. Much had slowed to a crawl or even to a halt in the absence of women on the planet but the infrastructure was still in place for something very comparable and even better than what they were accustomed to.
Phallyx was beyond Earth in technology and these women would benefit from that. They’d live longer and healthier and Phallyxian men were so anxious for them to arrive that for the vast majority, a life awaited them that included a companion who would give them their heart’s desire.
Earth’s unfortunate error wasn’t the only reason they had to volunteer their women. There was that, and the fact that they were greedy bastards who wanted a lot of Phallyx’s resources. Their women were compatible biologically, and it looked, to Daxx, like Jetta Michaels was compatible with him in more ways than that.
Earth was an unusual place with the greed and the wars and the promiscuity of the planet. People of Earth rarely mated for life. On Phallyx, most did. And that was another reason Daxx was so hesitant about Treya. Instead of taking time to find the right female, he’d been given the ability to win a specific one.
Some men would be fine with this, feeling lucky to be able to have a woman at all, particularly after four+ years of draught. But Daxx didn’t think he wanted to settle in life --- in any area of his life.
He now had her in his arms. Fate. After obsessing about her, having her land at his feet? She was meant to be his. He felt it in his marrow. She was soft and curvy and small. Dainty hands and feet. She was shapely, big breasts for her frame, a great ass, long legs. Dark silken hair and expressive beautiful light-filled eyes.
He had been trying to fight against the ache he’d been feeling at the idea of anyone else having her. He didn’t know when she’d be there; didn’t want to know because he suspected that he’d be driven by emotion, that it would override common sense. And it unnerved him, made him feel like he couldn’t control himself. He didn’t like it.
Maybe he’d also worried that he’d set eyes on her and feel nothing and that’d be worse because it’d either mean a life with Treya or the curse of continuing to wonder about other Earth females so it’d be his life feeling unsettled and dissatisfied.
Late that afternoon, he’d decided to take a walk. His father’s vast gated property had a wooded area with pathways that he was fond of and it led between the home he occupied when visiting and the main house. He was on that walk, finding himself inexplicably drawn to walk in the direction of the event, curiosity niggling. He was going to simply take a peek but then he felt a presence. And then he’d heard that scream. Of all the women to run into the woods like that…
She was at his feet, looking up at him with those big bright eyes. She looked half-terrified and in need of saving. She also looked desperately in need of kissing.
The fence was two stories tall and constructed of smooth stone so what she thought she could do upon reaching it was a mystery. He’d stopped in his tracks, hearing the running and her loud labored breaths.
And now he had two men to battle in order to claim her. He was 100% sure that claiming her immediately was exactly what he was going to do.
Daxx needed to get the battle over with quickly so he could get her alone. He fought to control the overwhelming emotion that flooded his brain at the idea of having her. As soon as he’d lifted her off the ground at his feet he knew. She was it for him. His other half. No deliberation needed.
He turned to the men,
“I’ll see her safely to my quarters. Should either of you miraculously win, you’ll be escorted to her.”
“She stays here in my sight!” Brecken ordered.
“And mine,” Cairo agreed and folded his arms across his bare chest, trying to level Daxx with a glare.
“Um, what are you guys fighting with?” Jetta asked in a curious voice. Daxx looked at her face. Her eyes met his and sparkled with light. She was his already; he felt it.
Daxx and the others’ eyes were on her. She was in his arms, her eyes darting between all three of them. And it was taking everything in his power to not simply run, as fast as he could, with her in his arms, because he had a feeling that if he put her down to battle any or all of them, she’d run and someone else would catch her. And he couldn’t and wouldn’t allow that to happen.
-4-
JETTA
They were all looking at me. Like they wanted me. Badly. Two, like they wanted me out of that guy’s arms. It was kind of crazy. I was a little bit flattered and a whole lot freaked out.
There were plenty of girls back at the cocktail party, enough for more than every man to have a woman. And yet four were throwing down. Now three, actually, since one had left, which I had absolutely no problem with. My hands were quite full, evidently.
The one who was holding me gave me his full attention once I started to speak and I was riveted by his intense expression.
He looked perplexed after my question of,
“Um, what are you guys fighting with?”
“Fighting with?”
“What kind of fight?” I asked.
“To the death, if necessary!” The highlander alien declared, folding his arms across his chest much like the other ripped bare-chested guy.
“Wh-what?” I was aghast. I looked back to the one whose arms I was in, “With weapons?”
He shook his head, “With our hands. Weapons have been banned from the competition.”
“That’s… that’s… it’s barbaric!”
“You’d rather weapons be used to battle for you?” He raised his eyebrows as one corner of his very attractive mouth turned up in a smile.
“
No. Of course not! Fighting is barbaric altogether. Any type of fighting. And unnecessary,” I added.
“Unnecessary?” he asked.
“Completely.”
“Then how should one of us win you?” The highlander asked.
“There are all kinds of women back there!” I exclaimed, gesturing over my shoulder, “More than there are of you. And I’m not saying this is alright, any of this, but if there are more women than there are men, why would you have a duel or whatever with three men fighting for one girl?”
The one who had me snickered, like I was adorable. I looked over to the other two and they had similar expressions.
“You’re not saying this is alright? What are you referring to?”
“This. All of this,” I said.
“Ah,” he smiled brightly, “Because you don’t approve of being brought here to be fought over.”
“No. Fuck no,” I replied, “They could have gone about all of this in a different way. We get sent here, against our will, and you all barrel in like starving men who are about to get a free lunch. My friend was hauled over someone’s shoulder before she even got an introduction. This is nuts! There’s no way that you can tell me this is a civilized society after what I just witnessed.”
“That’s why you fled?” The green-eyed one inquired, “Or did someone touch you?” His jaw flexed like he wanted to hurt anyone who’d touched me.
“Of course, that was why I fled. Someone caught me.”
“That was me,” the highlander guy said, “I caught you first.”
“Yeah. Did you ever maybe think about trying to talk to me instead of grabbing me?”
The highlander guy looked dumbstruck for a second. I continued,
“Those guys and that guy that left were running for me, looking like they were gonna rip my dress off! I trip and fall and you lift me up and put your hands on me, your lips on my forehead, like you have a right to do that to me, like you know me or something.”
All three of them chuckled, “That’s exactly what we wanted to do,” the blue-eyed alien said, “Although it is a very nice dress.” His eyes twinkled.
“Well, it’s kind of rude, don’t you think? You want to hook up with a girl and you don’t even tell her your name. You just grab her?”
“Social graces aren’t a priority when you haven’t had a woman in years, and when others want the same one as you want, little beauty. But you’re right. It was rude.” The guy who had me said, like he was finding all of this very humorous.
“Well, you’re not doing yourselves any favors. Women from my world don’t enjoy being manhandled without our permission. Don’t appreciate being ravished like…like…” I trailed off because in truth, if I was into a guy, being ravished was exactly what I’d want. But not in this scenario. We were on a different planet. We’d been forced here. And then treated like all-you-can-eat crab legs on the buffet table.
“We don’t appreciate being dressed up and put out in an outdoor buffet waiting for someone to make a meal of us on the spot or steal us away. There was a guy out there who I’d lay down money probably ripped that poor girl’s pretty dress right off and put a baby in her in front of everyone.”
“Not a bet you’d likely lose,” Kilt-wearing highlander alien agreed.
“You don’t woo a woman by acting like a rabid rutting animal in a field!” I snapped and glanced at his legs and wondered if kilt-wearing aliens were like the Scottish highlanders at home who wore nothing under the kilt.
I had no idea what was going on back at that reception. Had any of those girls gotten a normal conversation before getting manhandled?
They all watched me curiously and then blue-eyed alien said, “We are a civilized society. Except now when it comes to women. Wooing can come later, after marriage.”
“That’s ass backwards!” I said, exasperated.
They all laughed like I was trying to be funny or something.
“I don’t know how you figure that’s okay but I do know this. I don’t know any of your names and you’ll fight to the death. For me. You don’t even know me. And there are girls back there! Go. Meet them. Talk to them. Nicely. Don’t act like sex-starved maniacs and maybe you’ll get somewhere. See if you have anything in common. Maybe walk her to her room and shake her hand goodnight and then make another date for tomorrow. No one has to bleed today. And no one needs to get naked today, either. And please put me down, handsome. I’m happy to have a drink with you, or whatever, but hands off, alright, big guy?”
They all started laughing louder. Laughter didn’t tweak my ear thing.
“We’ve all been through rigorous challenges to fight for our right to a wife. And it’s a highly competitive environment,” blue-eyed alien said.
“Well it’s petrifying,” I pointed out.
The green-eyed guy that had me didn’t put me down. He pulled my head against his chest and cradled it and rocked me.
I tried to pry myself away.
“Dude, seriously. Put me down. And I’m wearing a teeny tiny dress. If you really are into me, do you really want these other guys getting a clear view of my panties?”
All three roared with laugher.
“There’s no way I’m backing out and going back there. You’ve got a fight on your hands, Daxx,” the highlander alien said, with conviction.
The blue-eyed alien tilted his head a little, aiming his gaze at my bottom.
“Are you seriously trying to sneak a look at my panties?” I accused. That was what he was doing. Exactly what he was doing.
He didn’t look remotely apologetic, either.
But apparently the guy whose arms I was in? Daxx? Daxx evidently had a big problem with this. He swung around and placed me on my feet and then spun around to ensure he was blocking me from them. My back was against the stone wall and he was blocking me. Shit, but he was tall!
“Back off and I’ll put her somewhere safe, and then we’ll see who gets to keep her.”
“How do we know you won’t just leave with her?” One said.
“He’ll marry her the second he has her alone. You’ve been pulling stunts throughout the entire process so far!” the other said at almost the same time and Daxx shouted, “You have huge balls questioning my honor!”
My ears started blaring.
“Guys! My ears!”
Daxx spun around, looking concerned, and had me pinned, with his body against the wall.
He looked down at me. His eyes were emitting heat. He had to be more than a foot taller than me, even in my high heels. He grabbed under my arms and hefted me up so that we were almost eye level and wrapped my legs around his waist and leaned in, putting my back against the wall. He looked down at my mouth.
“I’m Daxx. I will win you. When I get you alone, damn. I’m taking you to my bed and putting my lips, my tongue, and teeth to every single bit of your body. Then other parts of me. You’re mine. I’m sorry about your ears, little beauty. I’ll end this now so it can be just you and me and you won’t have to listen to these idiots ever again.”
The highlander moved in close, “Unhand her. She isn’t yet yours to touch that way.”
“Oh, she is,” Daxx replied and I had a hard time not swooning because, woo. Is it hot out here? They were all drop dead gorgeous. Even the guy who’d left to go claim the alien woman. But this Daxx? He was definitely my type. Looked good. Alpha. Showed concern for my well-being. Willing to fight to the death for me? Well, I’ve never had that last part before, but wow. I got locked into a tractor beam of green eyes and not only did I melt but I think it was pretty damn obvious. To Daxx and to the two others.
“That’s enough!” Ripped blue-eyed alien demanded, “You are wooing her and when I win her I don’t want any memory of anyone but me to be anything other than fleeting. We need a moderator. Immediately.”
“Fine,” Daxx lifted that computer mouse-looking phone thingy from his pocket and put it to his ear.
“Father, a moderator at the northeast corner
of the property. Yes, myself and the other two. Right; fine. I will.” He put the device away and said, “Lars already informed them. My father is on his way to moderate. There are a few competitions to take place but he’s coming here first.”
Oh Lord. That meant that I wasn’t the only girl with more than one man after her.
How much would it suck to be a girl not chosen at this round? I mean, I wasn’t saying that we wanted this but it’d be kind of insulting to see another girl have three guys throwing down to win you and then you get zero guys. It’d sting the ego for sure.
“What on Earth is it about me versus the others?” I demanded to know and Daxx gently set me on my feet. I was still pinned against the wall.
“There is quite a whole lot about you.”
“How would you even know?” I asked, trying to push away the urge to swoon, “You set eyes on me for half a second and decide, that’s it? You wanna make babies with me?”
Daxx’s lips parted and his eyes burned a trail down my torso. I felt all the air leave my lungs. The looks this dude was capable of?
“Yeah, sure. I’ll make babies with you,” he offered.
Shitbuggerdamn.
A red-hot whoosh almost melted my panties clean off. My mouth dropped open.
“We have information,” Jamie Fraser highlander guy declared, “And I’m Brecken. You can call me Breck. Or darling works.” He reached out and took my hand, ignoring Daxx, and leaning forward to kiss my hand.
“Information?”
A growl rumbled up and out of Daxx and he elbowed the hot highlander in the nose and then spun and swung and as Breck fell, Daxx snarled,
“Put your lips on any part of her again and you’ll suffer.”
Breck hit the ground with some serious force that came from the impact of that swing. It came with Daxx’s left. His right arm was still around me and the impact, forceful as it was, hadn’t even resulted in me being jolted. That right arm was around my midsection, his hand cupping my hip.
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