Stolen and Seduced

by Christine Pope

  And that, audience of many, was one of my best friends. Cierra usually remained calm and mellow, until you mentioned her weight.

  Zaron

  She was beautiful.

  The woman with hips, full and round, sashayed to the table where three others awaited her arrival. The human held me under her spell as she took her place among her kind.

  A grunt sounded beside me. Turning my body, I found Cahn seeking out the same female. This should be a good thing, considering we had to mate the same female together in order to produce an heir. Sadly, I hated the other alpha of our race.

  The feeling became mutual between us after I won the title of king. You’d never know the general at my side had once been my best friend. We avoided each other as he led my men into battle now that I was taking over responsibility from my father.

  Our council had already pulled us aside to put our differences away because only we could conceive the next Amgard leader. It took two Amgard males and one human female to procreate our kind.

  Our females had it a little easier when it came to only needing one human male to fertilize their eggs. My sister stood near my location, intrigued over the male sitting at my female's table. It showed promise that we were in the right spot to pick who we'd bed.

  The other males of our group were searching all over the dance floor for their combined mate. Females of our race were rare. Only the strongest of our kind could produce such a blessing. So, with my betas and omegas, we sought out who we'd take for our race's future.

  My eyes never left the woman with violet hair. She wore simple blue jeans and a fitted, black shirt. Even in peasant clothes, she looked like the most succulent find among these simpleminded creatures.

  "I like her, too," Cahn clipped. Never a man for much words, he used his fists more often than not. It's why we disagreed. I tended to be the more diplomatic leader. Hence why I won the challenges we were put against.

  Still, for our generation, we were the only alphas to be born. It would take both of us putting our cocks inside the female at the same time for our sperm to take effect.

  "How should we go about this?" I asked the man I still looked to for guidance as another leader. Leaning on the bar, I noticed quite a few females that were trying to gain our attention.

  If only they knew it was the one not trying at all that would receive it. This girl didn't come here for a mate, but I knew by the stirring of my loins that she was mine.

  "We don't stray from tradition. Your father would have our head. We use our inside man to give them the drinks, and we take them once the sedative kicks in." With a shrug, Cahn watched our female tossing her head back in a laugh. "We aren't here to love her, Zaron. We're here to fuck her."

  I hated his crass words, but that was what our kind did. We used these creatures as our breeding mares. My issue stemmed from learning their intricate culture to be the spokesman of our kind. I saw the violet-haired woman as more than a vessel for my offspring because of it.

  With my gut churning, I nodded my head to the general of my men. I hated to admit it, but he might have to take the reins on this one.

  "I will handle this part, Zaron. You keep watch over our picking." Understanding my dilemma, Cahn patted my back with his meaty hand. "I'll have some of the other males use her friends to make the drink sampling easier."

  Cahn made his way to the bar. His head sat almost a foot above the natural human male. We were a larger race of warriors, so the human female was naturally drawn to our athletic structure.

  Sadly, for my sister, she also looked impressively masculine for a female. The earthly males tended to avoid her. It wasn't a wonder to me why her eyes found the softer man among the group my female sat at.

  "He would be a good suitor for you, Sister," I gave her my approval.

  "I'm scared, Zar." Zanda hugged herself, shrinking into our friends. We all knew on the battlefield she was our equal. For a female, I didn't think she liked being 'one of the guys', as the humans would say.

  "Do not be with that one. Look how he enjoys the companionship of the imperfect females around him. The one is too skinny while the other two are thicker than what should be appealing to him."

  "They are huskier than the pretty girls dancing, but they are still beautiful. I see how the one has caught your eye, Brother." Zanda elbowed me playfully, deflecting the topic at hand.

  "Pick him. I approve. He seems like he would be an excellent fit for the princess."

  "What about when he sees that females of our kind have blue vaginas?"

  "I know humans reference something called a blue waffle. Maybe call it that when you enjoy him." I lifted my shoulders.

  "Relating would help, but what if I am still not enough?"

  "I'll skin him alive and let my feet walk all over him. No one will ever hurt my sister." I sipped my drink as Zan hugged me from the side. Her silver hair hid her face.

  Naturally, she was a light blue Amgard with darker blue areas that other humans would be pink in. I had the same blue hue to mine, but we took an elixir to help us fit in.

  By drinking it, we could call on our earthly colors at any time. Cahn hated his humanoid figure because it left his horns off.

  The brute struggled greatly, but I also remembered when he lost his mother. It was the war that destroyed our world.

  Watching him now, I saw Cahn find his lover, Evenki. I hoped she'd cause no trouble for the task at hand. Though, I also knew how stubborn and jealous our females tended to be.

  Cahn

  Evenki was working the bar as I strode over to her. As an old lover, she smiled fondly at me. I returned the smoldering gaze while eyeing my old flame.

  It had been only a week since I shared her bed, but the idea of doing so now, had my loins stirring. She was a great partner and kept up from having a muscular frame.

  Her chest was flat, but her ass was one every man craved. It was full like the moon and planets in the solar system we traveled. With short hair, her edginess stood out harsher with her thick makeup.

  “Eve,” I greeted her with an aroused growl.

  The purple lights danced off the white surface between us. This futuristic club had been based off my favorite one on our home planet.

  Of course, that was before the war eight years ago. Now, only desolation and desert covered our once lively home.

  Coming to Earth was a vacation after all of that. Even though this planet only held simpleminded men, it contained the females we needed to breed.

  “Cahn.” Eve’s eyes followed the hardness of my body. When they traveled back up to meet my gaze, I could see a hint of jealousy. “You found one?”

  “We did.” I rested my elbows on the cool surface of the pale granite. The feeling was such a change from the heady, hot air that was filled with perspiration and pheromones.

  “You and Zaron even agreed?” Evenki didn’t like taking second to any female that I might mate.

  I sighed, hating the drama between the few females we had. “Eve, there are only two alphas in our generation. If there is to be a future alpha of our race after the war, I am needed for this.”

  “I chose you, Cahn.” Her teeth gritted as she snarled.

  “You knew I wouldn’t have the same option as you. We talked about it when we started this. My choosing ceremony is tomorrow, Evenki. I will not fail our people.”

  Her glare deepened. I knew she wasn’t about to budge on this issue.

  Rolling my eyes, I didn’t have time for this. She knew I would mate a human to ensure we had the next generation. I never hid that from her.

  Signaling the other bartender, he was also one of our kind. Duin came to me with an easy swagger. He had made a home among the humans and enjoyed his life here.

  “General Cahn.” He dipped his head to show respect. My fist clenched, hating that Zaron outranked me, being the top leader of our kind.

  Pointing to the table, I noticed the violet-haired female tracking my finger as I put her on the spot. Something k
nowing sat behind her grey stare. Whatever it was, it had my gut clenching in a way it never had before.

  Breaking contact, I turned back to Duin. “That whole table needs your special shot.”

  With the code given, Duin got right to work. I let my head face Eve to talk her down.

  “This means nothing. I will go in and combine with Zaron. He will be in charge of raising the child anyway. I’m just making sure there’s a future king. After the ceremony, I’m all yours.”

  “Then why do you keep looking at her?”

  To be honest, I didn’t know why the little Earthling kept drawing me in, but it wasn’t Eve’s place to ask. “My duty comes first, Eve. If you cannot handle that, there is no future for us.”

  “Fine,” she growled, storming away.

  With nothing left to say, she went back to work. I went back to my group, glancing over my shoulder to see the woman we had chosen, surveilling me.

  I didn’t like how she saw something deeper than my cold exterior. Not even Evenki knew what dark monster truly lurked below my surface.

  Making my way back to the king, I felt the eyes of the violet-haired beauty now bouncing between the two of us. It made my skin prickle in a way I had never felt.

  I didn’t like it.

  Luckily, besides my cock going into her snatch, I would never have to deal with her again to find out why she regarded me like she understood my damage.

  Harker

  “Hey, look!” a random man shouted while pointing at me.

  My eyes turned away from the two males who kept watching me like old, dirty pervs by the bar. I came face to face with a man from my biology class who was also a basketball player.

  “The Chasity Belt of campus has joined her peers!”

  Those who were in on the joke, laughed with the jock who helped make my life hell. If only he knew it was me who pitched his tent last week while I was gyrating my pelvis over his less than ideal equipment.

  Jokes on you, buddy.

  When he sauntered over to our table, the man eyed Cierra. Poor girl. They wanted to tease her about her weight, but they all secretly loved her plush frame.

  Loving different body shapes should never be judged. We were all made differently and found pleasures in our own types for a reason.

  “Fluff!” Yeah, I thought my Chastity Belt nickname was bad, but hers was FS for Fluffed Stuffy.

  The dick put his arm around her shoulder, tugging her into his side. She remained on her barstool but nearly tipped from his unwanted advance.

  Rach and I shared a look as we watched our girl. If she needed us, we would jump to defend, but we all knew we liked to handle these things personally.

  “Damn, gurllll! Your whole misfit group is out tonight!” With a laugh, others joined in again. The blond dude bent over to be closer to Cierra's ear. "Though, I wouldn't mind taking you home."

  "You wouldn't mind, huh?" Cierra bit her new mozzarella stick casually, unfazed by his advances.

  "I mean, you're not my type, but I could fuck you for a night, make ya a little less lonely. Hell, Chastity could even join." He winked at me.

  And cue the vomit that begged me to volcano it on him like an island.

  "You do know my name isn't actually Chastity, right?" After I spoke, he paused to think about it. Yeah, everyone got so used to calling me that damn name, they forgot I actually had one.

  Before he could respond, Cierra had her phone out on the table. "Hey, Daniel?"

  "Yeah, Fluff?"

  "Did you know I have Tinder Gold?"

  "You're on Tinder, huh? I never looked into the Gold. Why? What does it do?" He searched the crowd with a nervous eye as others were gathering around our table.

  Some guys were already backing away, understanding the secret this idiot didn’t and not wanting to get caught. I could only hide my smirk from knowing what was coming.

  Cierra never kept secrets from me when it came to her sex life, and Rach was the same way. I would be too, but David and I didn't have intercourse very often.

  Now I understood it was from him getting his fill everywhere else. Oh well. My friends got my wild work stories. I might not have a dick inside my coochie when funny crap happens, but I did get some real winners.

  "Gold lets you see who swiped to like you, Daniel. Funny thing? You already know I have a Tinder because you swiped me a few days ago." Sure enough, Cierra showed everyone around us, the listing of men on her phone she left in what we called the void.

  It was the limbo stage because she let the men she didn't like right away, sit in there if she needed a backup. Next to Daniel's mug shot was a whole lot of other jocks that were hurrying to make their way through the mass.

  Cierra just busted her gut at their awkward behavior. "That's right, fools! You can call me Fluff all you want, but we all know now you all secretly want a piece of my curvy ass!"

  Some girlfriends, that were once hanging on the arm of their men, backed away slowly. Yeah, had to be hard news to see your boyfriend had a Tinder. Even rougher to see they wanted girls like my bestie that didn't fit their athletic mold.

  Rachel cleared her throat as her southern twang came up. "You boys oughta be ashamed of yourselves. Like dayum! Call your mama and tell her she should'a swallowed you instead."

  "My mom isn't a cannibal, you sicko!" Daniel thought he made an equal quip.

  Rachel just blinked slowly at him with an overly kind smile. "Bless your heart."

  Well, at least he understood the southern phrase for stupid. Daniel stormed away from our table in his fit of getting caught.

  Once the horde mingled away from us, we all began to laugh at him failing to see Rachel's reference. Reaching below the surface, I patted Cierra's thigh while we did. She slayed that battle with her quick wit and tongue, but I knew the dig would still fester inside her overthinking mind.

  Hell, Daniel didn't leave my curves out of the scenario. Poor Keaton got attacked for his huskier build as well. Rachel had the thinner frame, but she lacked the other curves of tits and ass.

  She could pull off anything because of it, though. If only we all weren’t judged for not being the perfect molds.

  Before we could make a new conversation, a waiter brought over a tray of shots that were a glowing blue. He winked at me while pointing to the two dudes who had been paying me way too much attention.

  "Courtesy of the men over there." The waiter was grinning like a fool, so I figured he must be close to the large group of men that had one woman among them. "Now, these are our most expensive shots—I'm sure you can see that with their glow—so enjoy them!"

  He sashayed away with an extra pep in his step.

  Cierra raised her shot glass to the men that were waiting on us to receive their offering. "Thank you!"

  After her holler, she kicked the whole thing back. We all watched her sigh while the burn tingled down her throat. When she saw us staring, she shrugged. "It's been a hell of a night, and I'm not even comparing it to the night Harker had a client try to shove his coke-can-sized dick up her ass."

  I cringed, remembering that lap dance. The man had some girth to his shaft, but he had no length. It really didn't help that he did try to force it into my ass when I was faced away from him.

  "And on that note." Rach lifted her own glass and swallowed. She hummed her joy for the finer liquor. "Yeah, I just wanted to drink. I'm four shots into this night already and still need something to hit me harder."

  I pushed my drink to sit in front of her as we watched Keaton down his. "Here, just drink mine. I'm not in the mood."

  All of them pissed and moaned at that one.

  "Oh, come on, Harker!" Cierra spouted.

  "You never let loose!" Keaton chimed.

  "It's just one drink, woman. What's it gonna hurt?" Rach leveled me with her challenging stare.

  “Yeah!” Cierra moved the drink back to my side.

  “One drink, Hark. You can handle that just fine.”

  "One drink," I sighed. My n
ervous hands fidgeted around the rim before I lifted it up. "Just one drink."

  And that, folks, was my famous last words.

  Cahn

  Being the strongest, I was forced to carry the heavier male to our ship. I had the larger man over my shoulder like the bags of potatoes human eat. Beside me, Zaron had our pick of the litter nuzzling into his chest.

  Good.

  Better him than me.

  I already had one psychotic female that was being a thorn in my side. Plus, this one had some kind of hold on me that I couldn't form into proper words.

  Zaron spun his fingers into her violet hair from using his elbow supporting her long neck. I thought about sinking my teeth into the exposed flesh that glowed below the moonlight.

  "Are you ready for this?" Zaron whispered while the others boarded our vessel.

  "Shouldn't we always be ready, my king?" My tone let him know that I was being snarky by using the title I had longed for. His family led us to our destruction, so why were we allowing him to lead?

  Exhaling, he stopped walking. Facing one another, we both had an unconscious human in our holds.

  "Cahn, you are my equal. I have never seen you as less."

  "Of course not. You won," I scoffed, anger building within my chest.

  Zaron held my stare with a similar look the girl gave me earlier. I didn't like that he was trying to relate to me, either.

  "Cahn, you were once my closest friend. You were who I trained with every day. I am sorry I won, but I wish my friend could be happy for me. There is no one else other than you I would have picked to be my general to have my back."

  Leaving me with his words, his legs carried him up the platform to the ship. We were on the football field near the campus, knowing it was the off season for anyone to be in here.