by Piper Stone
I was paraded in front of dozens of Malzeons, the majority all appearing very human. There had to be a reason they preferred hiding their identities, even within the safety of their own compound. The Malzeon culture remained mostly a mystery on Earth, only basic data provided. They didn’t want any race getting closer.
I was suddenly filled with questions. Maybe a small part of me wanted to learn about them. Maybe I was fighting to keep some level of identity.
Draze merely glanced at the panel on the wall beside a nondescript door, huffing as the thick steel opened slowly. I noticed the look on his face as he walked inside. If this was considered home, he hadn’t returned in some time. Everything inside seemed as cold and bleak as what I’d seen of the planet. There was nothing to indicate anything about his personality.
Wants.
Needs.
Desires.
Nothing. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. As Greson pushed me further into the room, allowing the door to close, I heard him chuckling.
“Fabulous tastes, brother. Perhaps you need some help on your decorating skills.” Greson walked toward the single window in the room, although the view was less than desirable.
The sight of the city drew my attention. While I wasn’t honestly certain of just how long I’d been forced to remain in the cage, it had to be daylight by now, yet the darkness was overwhelming. Ominous. What few lights were positioned on the hundreds of buildings were so dim, barely allowing any features to be seen. The city itself was expansive, high-rise buildings located so close together. From what little I could see, there didn’t seem to be any landscaping.
And there was a dome covering the entire city.
They were doing everything they could to protect themselves.
“This isn’t my home,” Draze stated, his tone filled with animosity. He dumped the various implements he’d selected onto one of the few tables in the room, the action echoing in the dense quarters.
“Does that mean Earth has become that home you always talked about?” Greson teased.
I listened, taking in every slip of the tongue, every jab that Greson made, using the moment to walk close to the window.
“There are aspects regarding Earth that are appealing,” he answered.
“So much so that you’d prefer to live there? You seem to wear their skin with pride.”
“Enough!” Draze once again raised his voice, hissing in Greson’s direction. “We punish and fuck... the human girl then we will have work to do.”
I could swear he almost said my name and the words he used were repetitive. He was entirely different around Greson, the tension increasing. I was beginning to wonder if they were actually bitter enemies.
“Work. I thought we were celebrating,” Greson commented. “Our own little pet. The king must have a soft spot for you and me.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it. The auction was rigged.”
I turned swiftly in Draze’s direction. “What does that mean?”
“It means our brooding commander has never trusted various decisions made by our king.” Greson smirked after issuing the statement.
“Not in front of the human,” Draze answered. “Come here, woman.”
There was no sense in arguing with them now. I knew my place and what was required. I would pick my battles at the appropriate time. I moved closer until I was standing only inches away. “Do you punish all your women?”
Another interesting look was shared between the two.
“We have... few to choose from.” This was the first time that Greson’s words weren’t glib.
“What happened to them?” When neither answered, I ventured a guess. “They were taken or worse, killed by your true enemies. Weren’t they?”
Draze stared at nothing in the room but his irises constricted. “A long time ago.”
I placed my hand on his arm. “I’m so sorry.”
He hesitated, clenching his jaw. “That no longer matters.” With stilted actions, he selected one vile-looking paddle, grabbing me by the wrist and yanking me down onto a piece of furniture. “You are to be punished.”
Every muscle in his body tensed and as he shifted his hand down my spine, I heard something I wouldn’t have expected from him.
An anguished moan, albeit so quiet that the sound was almost inaudible.
Whatever had occurred on this planet years or even decades before had left them a lost civilization, one devoid of light as well as crushing aspects of their future.
And I knew then that they were a dying race.
Chapter Eight
Draze
Home.
Greson had used the term as if it held some kind of meaning for any of us. We’d been pulled out of our environment, forced decades before to build a massive city meant for protection. Not against the Drakor beasts or even the effects of weapons pounded upon us by our enemy.
But by the very terrain in which we walked, the air we used to breathe. Many of our own scientists said it was only a matter of time before the gas leaked inside, finding its way through worm holes and various ventilation systems. Hundreds of them worked round the clock in an effort to find some sort of a cure.
There was no real hope except in the hybrid children, only the limited testing hadn’t been positive.
I could tell Casey had fully understood there was something wrong with our species and our planet. She would continue to push. Maybe that’s what the king wanted and why he’d ended my mission early. The connection. I growled at the thought as I dragged her over my lap. I was angry at the situation, including at myself for letting her get away. Thank God our various soldiers hadn’t tested positive for poison or I’d be in the brig awaiting an entirely different kind of fate.
Likely death.
Even King Lorowerd wouldn’t be able to avoid my sentence.
I brought my hand down several times, moving from one side of her bottom to the other. The feel of her warm skin against my hand was amazing, far too tempting in every manner. My cock was so swollen the ache had become painful and I could easily tell that Greson was in the same condition. The lovely human had a certain effect on both of us.
“Ouch!” Casey whined, shifting back and forth on my lap.
“Remain still,” I directed.
“Don’t go easy on her,” Greson said as he lifted the paddle into the air, twirling the thick piece of organic wood, a remnant of what seemed like a past that had never occurred. Men had always been in control, maintaining peace within every household. That practice had all but been forgotten until the auction.
“I have no intention,” I answered, continuing the hard spanking. Even the way she was grinding her hips against me was enough to drive me to the point of madness. A single whiff of her alone and I was pushed into the stratosphere, my thirst unquenchable.
She kicked out, wiggling back and forth as I cupped my hand, enjoying the way it fit perfectly with her beautiful bottom. The warm blush was quickly turning into a bright crimson. The savage beast inside me was rising to the surface, the desire to protect and use her body meshing together.
Just seeing the vile creatures attacking her had turned me into a monster, prepared to kill anything in my path. I brought my hand down again and again, making certain she realized that her requirement to obey was serious.
Casey continued to whimper, struggling for a few seconds. When she quieted down, it seemed she was beginning to accept her surrender.
After twenty more had been given, Greson grew impatient. “My turn.”
I eased back, releasing my hold. This grouping was going to test me in far too many ways. I didn’t like to share.
Greson gathered her into his arms, easing onto another one of the chairs. He yanked her down onto his lap, adjusting her legs and allowing his fingers to slide up along her inner thigh. She moaned in appreciation even though she clenched her fists.
I was nothing more than a jealous beast, the pang in my heart something I wasn’t used to experiencing
. I’d never believed in what humans called fate. I was the master of my destiny, but to have Greson as a partner in any manner couldn’t be more disturbing.
Especially after what he’d done.
I attempted to turn away, but I found it difficult to take my eyes off her as she bounced on his lap, struggling to keep her position as he brought the paddle down harshly. Even the thudding sound angered me. He seemed to be enjoying her punishment far too much. I rubbed my eyes, realizing that I’d always considered myself stern in these regards.
Sadly, I didn’t know much about Greson any longer. He’d been stationed as a mercenary for as long as I’d been on Earth, rounding up various traitors attempting to attack our planet or any of our ships. And he was highly respected and decorated.
“You will learn one way or the other, human.” Greson kept his tone even, issuing a series of hard smacks, one coming after the other. “If you don’t, you will learn every implement.” He glanced in my direction, his eyes changing color from the increasing desire building.
We would learn to share her. Somehow.
Casey whimpered, pushing up several times during her spanking. The woman was right. She wouldn’t be broken easily.
After another six strikes, I threw out my hand. “I believe she’s learned her lesson for tonight.” I was surprised she hadn’t shed a single tear, her whimpers of anguish mixing with cries of delight. As if she enjoyed being punished.
As if she’d craved a firm hand her entire life.
I knew nothing about her other than what the judge had offered in the courtroom. Her insistence of her innocence continued to intrigue me. She was a formidable woman in every regard. If she truly hadn’t performed the heinous acts, then what she’d told me in the prison cell held some merit. Another nod to what King Lorowerd had mentioned. My duty was to find as much information as possible.
And she would provide every single detail I requested.
Whatever had occurred, I could tell it bothered the king.
Greson rubbed his hand down to the small of her back, caressing her reddened bottom then shifting his hand between her legs. “So damn wet. I can’t wait to be inside of her. That must excite you, brother.”
I gritted my teeth, refusing to answer.
“Ah, I can see you’ve already had a taste of her. Haven’t you?” he asked.
“We retreat to my other room.” I didn’t wait for him to answer. I merely moved to my feet, taking long strides toward my sleeping chambers. I hadn’t slept in the bed in years but could tell by the fresh bedding that the king had ordered my quarters to be freshened up. I’d lived a dull life in comparison to the surroundings I’d had on Earth.
The small compound was close to the prison but with enough land to allow me to enjoy trees and flowers, sunlight and the stars. They’d never seemed so beautiful as they had while living there. I laughed to myself as I glanced up at the expansive synthetic glass ceiling. My command had afforded me the ability to sequester a top floor location, something limited to only a certain portion of our species. I’d never realized how lucky I’d been in being able to see the sky.
I heard their entrance and turned. Seeing her in his arms created another wave of deep-seated emotions that weren’t like me. I’d shut my emotions off years before and the decision had served me well. I wasn’t about to open them again now. Not even for the beautiful human I already...
Sighing, I refused to think the word. Caring for her wasn’t in our best interest. If she had some sort of information to share, then her use could result in her termination. I lifted my hand to my nose, inhaling the scent of her. Maybe enjoying the woman for a period of time was in my best interest.
Greson eased her onto her feet, moving quickly into the shadows and removing his clothes. I could tell she was intrigued with him, even though she remained defiant about the entire auction.
She turned in my direction and I was no longer able to see her expression. Every synapse stood on end as I unfastened the uniform, peeling it away. I suddenly didn’t want to waste any additional time before sliding my cock inside her hot little body. When I was completely naked, I took long strides in her direction, tangling my fingers in her hair and jerking her forward.
Her soft mews were sweet music, more so than anything I’d ever heard. The feel of her silky hair running through my fingers was powerful, driving my cock to full attention. “Mine.” The word slipped past my lips before I crushed my mouth over hers, drinking in her exotic essence, the fragrance that had captured me from the moment she’d been dragged into the courtroom.
I was well aware of Greson’s presence as he moved behind her, running his hands up and down her back.
She palmed my chest, digging her nails into my naked skin and the vibrancy of the electric current rushing between us held a distinct hum. A live wire. A need that would never be sated. I ground my hips against her belly, my shaft pressing hard against her.
The single whimper shifting past the kiss was even more of a draw. She might hate me and what she’d been forced to endure, but she craved what we’d shared almost as much as I did. Our tongues entwined even though I dominated every aspect. I sucked on her tongue as I rubbed one hand down her side, allowing my fingers to brush back and forth across her breast.
When I finally released my hold, I bit down on her lower lip before dragging the tip of my rough tongue down her jawbone. Greson took over, pulling her around to face him, cupping both sides of her face.
“You are a beautiful woman,” he said in a husky voice. “I intend on taking you in every hole.” He growled in a throaty manner before capturing her mouth, tugging her onto her tiptoes.
She was tentative in her actions with him, pushing hard against his chest. Her entire body quivered as the kiss became more forceful, the beast within him bridging the surface. He pushed her back into a deep arch, breaking the kiss and blowing air across her mouth and chin, guttural noises shifting up from deep within his chest.
I shifted my hand between her legs, toying with her clit. “Yes, you are very wet, little pet. Are you longing for a thick cock buried deep within your sweet pussy or would you prefer having your asshole taken immediately?” I tugged at the plug, twisting and turning until I was tired of it being in the way. I pulled it out, moving quickly into the bathroom and dumping it into the sink. The light immediately came on, one too harsh for the moment.
I realized my breathing was labored, my heart racing. The moment I lifted my head, I was surprised by the reflection staring back at me. I’d never paid attention to my human form, had never cared about the way I looked. The almost savage nature of my stare was unexpected, as if I’d never truly transformed back into the correct form.
Maybe the hunger I had surfacing for her truly had brought out the beast from inside. I sneered at my reflection one last time, easing my hand down my chest to stroke the base of my cock. She’d been the single woman to satisfy my needs in so long and the time we’d spent had been far too enjoyable.
By the time I returned, Greson had pushed her onto her knees, his hand firmly planted on top of her head. I walked closer, twisting my hand around my shaft, the friction like a thunderbolt shooting through my veins.
Seeing her on her knees was exhilarating, creating a rush of adrenaline flowing into every vein. I watched as she toyed with him, my jealousy increasing. I wanted her all to myself. I’d assumed I could have her. I was forced to shove the hatred I felt for Greson into a dark space.
She shifted between us, darting first one look at my face then toward Greson. She was still trembling, but the scent of her desire wafted between us, intoxicating in every way. When she wrapped her hand around my shaft, pumping up and down, my legs began to shake.
“She is what they call a tease,” Greson half whispered, reaching down and taking her hand, forcing her long fingers around his cock.
She didn’t need any encouragement as she stroked both shafts, rolling her hands back and forth as she moved her fingers all the way up. The se
cond she squeezed my cockhead, several drops of pre-cum slithered to the top, easing out of the sensitive slit. I knew that I’d be forced to use significant control in order to keep the nubs from surfacing. I wanted this to last.
And yes, I wanted to take her every hole.
Fucking.
Licking.
Using.
I was more insatiable than ever, unable to focus as she slid her hand between my legs, rolling my swollen sacs between her fingers. As she repeated the move with Greson, he shifted onto the balls of his feet, throwing his head back and issuing a series of deep moans.
I planted my feet wide apart, allowing her to play for several seconds, until I could take no more. I fisted her hair, pushing her head down in encouragement.
A reminder she was mine first, required to obey my every need.
She blew across my cockhead, purring before turning her head and licking around Greson’s tip. In the next several seconds, she moved from one to the other, slathering her tongue in languishing circles as she moaned.
I was tossed into a burning level of need, every nerve ending seared. The woman had no idea what she was doing to me.
“That’s it. Suck, little human.” Greson’s breathing was as ragged as mine, his entire body shaking.
When Casey took several inches of my cock into her mouth, every muscle in my body tensed. All I could think about was shoving my shaft inside her tight little pussy. The way her tongue wrapped around my cock forced another round of savagery bursting in my mind. I was no longer the human she’d come to know. I was a Malzeon, prepared to feast on every inch of her.
I snarled as Greson yanked her head toward him, forcing his cock down her throat. The way he thrust hard and fast drove a pang into my heart. I was no longer allowed to have her as mine. Being required to share was something I would have never expected. The king must have a reason in mind.