by Luna Voss
Kalish starts to rally the Drokal forces. “Warriors, attack!” he roars pointing his spear at the enemy fighters. “Defend your chief!”
The Drokal soldiers assemble into a formation and begin to charge, screaming as they run at the crowd of enemy warriors. Their opponents turn, spears at the ready, bracing themselves for the attack. Next to the fortress, I see Drokal fending off the attacks of five enemy soldiers at once.
I accelerate my hover-turret dangerously, throwing myself directly into the charge. Aiming at the Broga soldiers’ feet, I let loose a barrage of blue energy, lighting the ground on fire and burning the front line of enemies to a crisp. I continue firing, careful not to aim anywhere near my mate, and more enemy soldiers fall.
The Broga forces start to break ranks, turning and running as the brilliantly purple blaze grows bigger. I move forward slowly, my own warriors behind me, blasting anyone who dares to attack. Soon, the Broga fighters who remain drop their weapons, putting their hands in the air and assuming submissive postures before my approach. I catch Drokal’s eye, and he gives me a look of blazing approval as the warriors around him drop their swords in surrender.
I float over the burning ground, tendrils of smoke all around me, as though I’m possessed by the spirit of some kind of vengeful angel. The eyes of every single warrior present are watching me, clans Drokal and Broga alike. I address my defeated enemies in a loud voice, an unfamiliar power coursing through me:
“I am Cleopatra of Clan Drokal, and you will bow to me!”
The Broga warriors cower, their armor clinking as they rush to fall to their knees. My soldiers all raise their swords and start to cheer. Chief Drokal watches me with his mouth open, as though I’m the most incredible thing he’s ever seen.
I gesture for him to join me, and he pushes his way through the crowd of soldiers and takes his place at my side. I raise my voice again:
“Soldiers of Clan Broga, you have been conquered. Prostrate yourselves now before Chief Drokal, new leader of your clan! Your lands are his, your fortress is his, and your loyalty belongs to him.”
I fire a laser threateningly into the air, and the kneeling Clan Broga warriors quickly drop to their stomachs in submission.
Chief Drokal stands next to me, so tall that his eyeline is above mine, even though I’m hovering an entire foot in the air. He raises an eyebrow at me, asking my approval to address the group, and I nod.
He raises his sword in the air. “Warriors of Clan Drokal, I want you to remember who has brought us victory this day. All hail Queen Cleopatra, bringer of the blue fire, conqueror of Clan Broga!”
The air around us is filled with the sound of warriors screaming and clashing their swords together. I look around, and see my fellow tribesmen cheering for me with wild abandon.
I turn to Drokal. He looks back at me with adulation on his face.
“I have no words,” he whispers. “No Kyrzon could ever be as proud to call another woman his mate.”
I kiss him fiercely, overcome with emotion.
In accordance with Kyrzon custom, all the warriors around us look away.
Chapter Thirty-One
"Well, the place sure looks nicer now that there isn't a gigantic battle here," I remark to Drokal as we dismount from our tusk-ox. He chuckles appreciatively. Around us, the four warriors who make up our escort dismount from their own steeds.
We're at the Clan Broga capital again. It's been a couple of months since the battle, and now that the place has been cleaned up, it's actually quite attractive.
This settlement no longer belongs to Clan Broga. At this point, any remaining Broga soldiers now pledge allegiance to us. Drokal and I have been preparing the fortress as a secondary home for when we want a change of scenery from Castle Drok.
A love nest, if you will.
One of the perks of being a conqueror.
Drokal takes my hand as we walk to the fortress. I survey the area around us, remembering the weapons and bodies that littered the ground during my last visit. I can still see the scorch marks from my laser blasts, but other than that, everything is pristine.
Almost like the battle never happened.
The last time I was in this fortress, I didn't exactly have a chance to take in the scenery. All I had time to do was get in, rescue Drokal, and get back out. This visit, I take my time, viewing the fort as a potential home, rather than an enemy stronghold.
It's nice. Really nice.
Carved directly into the face of the cliff, the fortress maintains a nice, cool temperature inside. Despite being made entirely of rock, there is ample natural lighting, much of it coming from a huge open window spanning the entire wall that faces the cliff. I run over to it and stick my head through, peering out over the edge. My jaw drops.
The view of the rushing water below us is unbelievable. It's the kind of natural beauty I could stare at for hours.
"I'd say we picked the right place for our second home," Drokal murmurs, coming up behind me and staring down at the river.
"Yeah," I breathe, nuzzling against him. "I had no idea it was so beautiful."
He wraps his arms around me and we stand there for a while, taking in the view. I am perfectly content. Castle Drok might be a little more technologically advanced than this place, with powered lights and the ability to contact Julia, but the majesty of this fortress on a cliff is hard to beat. It's seriously romantic.
The perfect vacation home.
"Come on," says Drokal, squeezing me. "Let's go check out the bedroom. Kalish made sure the whole place was re-furnished just for us."
I grin, pushing him playfully. "I think you're just looking for another opportunity to mate with me."
"Maybe I am," says the chief, grinning back. His hands move to my chest, and he fondles my breasts over my clothes, looking blissful. "What can I say? I can't resist your pregnant body. I think your breasts are even bigger than they were yesterday."
Drokal's hands move lower, to the bump on my belly. He runs them across it gently, with the same wonder on his face that touching it always brings him.
"I love knowing that it's my baby inside you," he growls, pulling me closer to him. "My warrior queen."
"My handsome chief," I smile back, stroking his beard.
Life has been good since we defeated Clan Broga. Far from the shy, awkward girl who first showed up at Castle Drok, I now occupy a place of status in the Kyrzon world that most human brides do not. Not even the brides of chiefs. Now, Drokal and I rule the clan together as equals.
After I proved myself in battle, the rest of the clan began to look at me with a new respect, almost bordering on reverence. The way Drokal explains it to me is this: in the old days, Kyrzon warrior queens were highly revered. But as female births and fertility became rare, and the chiefs started taking human brides, the idea of a fertile warrior queen faded into legend.
Apparently, I've now taken on that mantle.
And it turns out, I like being Queen.
I like it a lot.
Both Drokal and I turn around as the members of our warrior escort appear at the entrance to the room.
"My chief, my Queen," one of them greets us, bowing his head. "I hope you are comfortable?"
"Yes, Tam, thank you," I reply. "We do not require any further assistance. Will you man the guard posts while the chief and I explore our new home?"
"Certainly, my Queen." The four of them bow their way back out.
"Now, where were we?" I say, turning back to my mate.
"I was about to take you to the bedroom and run you through with my sword," says Drokal, winking.
I reach out and my hand finds his crotch. I rub him through his pants, taking pleasure in the way his cock begins to harden instantly at my touch.
"Oh, you mean this sword?" I whisper suggestively, stroking my fingers up and down his length.
"That's the one," he groans.
"I think this thing is more like a spear than a sword," I giggle, feeling his erection ext
end even further down his thigh.
"You keep rubbing it like that and it's going to turn into a laser cannon," Drokal growls.
I open my mouth to retort, but Drokal presses his lips against mine, extinguishing my desire for words. I kiss him back hungrily, filled with desire.
We don't even make it to the bedroom before our clothes start to come off. Drokal growls as he tears away my tunic, a Kyrzon garment that I've taken to wearing since I settled in. My pants are Kyrzon-made as well, and my belt is raptor leather.
Neither the pants, nor the raptor leather belt last very long. Soon, both are on the floor, and Drokal is shirtless as he scoops me up in his arms and carries me into the bedroom. I squeal in delight. I love it when he carries me.
Drokal puts me down on the bed and climbs on top of me, his expression that of a predator conquering his prey. I reach for him, pulling him closer, and he lowers himself onto me, taking the utmost care with my pregnant belly.
"Let's find out what you taste like today," he murmurs, kissing his way down my neck to my chest.
I moan in anticipation as his lips travel further down my body. They pass over my belly button, finally hovering over my crotch. He begins to kiss my inner thighs, tantalizing me.
Drokal slips his fingers under the waistband of my panties, the one piece of human clothing I still find myself wearing on a daily basis. He pulls my underwear down my thighs, and then delivers a long, slow lick all the way from the base of my pussy up to my clit. I moan, my whole body trembling.
He licks his lips. "You taste even better than yesterday," he says. "I can't wait to find out what you taste like when your belly gets even bigger."
I blush. Ever since Drokal got me pregnant, he's taken a special delight in tasting my pussy every day, and evaluating how my flavor changes. At first, I was embarrassed by it: I'd never had anyone lick me there before, and the idea was nerve-racking. I didn't know that was something Kyrzons even did.
Now, it's one of the things I look forward to the most. How could I say no to a hot alien war chief licking me between my legs? I've lost track of how many orgasms he's given me that way.
I gasp as Drokal slips a finger inside me. His mouth descends on my clit, and he begins to suck it gently, causing my toes to curl.
As I writhe in pleasure, part of me can't help but reflect on how far I've come. I can still remember the fear and anxiety of my Auction Day, and the dread I felt at the idea of being purchased by a Kyrzon war chief. Now, I'm letting a Kyrzon war chief eat my pussy, and I'm pregnant with his alien baby.
An orgasm starts to roll over me, and I cry out, my fingers running through Drokal's hair. I buck my hips, grinding my pussy against his tongue, pleasure coursing through me.
Turns out, being an alien warrior's breeder queen is actually kind of amazing.
I wouldn't trade this life for anything.
Author’s Note
Dear reader,
I hope you enjoyed Sold to the Babymaker, the first book in the Kyrzon Breeding Auction series! I had so much fun creating the universe for this series, and I’m so excited to share it with you.
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If you’re wondering how Lily ended up with Ragga, and what happened to them after they left Drokal Territory, that’s the focus of Book 2! You can get their story, Claimed by the Babymaker, on Amazon right now.
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Until our next adventure,
Luna Voss
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Also by Luna Voss
Kyrzon Breeding Auction series
The First Kyrzon Bride (Sarah and Kawag)
Sold to the Babymaker (Cleo and Drokal)
Claimed by the Babymaker (Lily and Ragga)
Property of the Babymaker (Julia and Gurrak)
Auctioned to the Babymaker (Christy and Rukkar)
Captured by the Babymaker (Selena and Karsh)
Standalone books
A Curvy Gift for the Alien Warrior (Tessa and Borrik)
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